Rock Opera By D.J. Tyrer A small pub in Deptford wasn’t Rob’s idea of a place to make history, but as Staples said, the history of rock belonged to such places. But, still, a rock opera in a dingy back room with an audience of around twenty? You wanted Wembley Stadium and thousands of adoring fans. Still, there was a vibe, and not just the hum of a dodgy amplifier, either. “One-two, one-two, screw the Milk Snatcher.” Rob gave the mike a tap, making certain it worked. Despite the grandiose term ‘opera’, it was a small affair. Doubtless, if they ever reached Wembley, there would be a huge chorus of singers and a multitude of backing musicians, but tonight, it was just a simple affair. There was Rob on bass, Knicknack on drums, Rodders on sax. Staples was both the lead guitarist and lead singer, which mainly meant narrator here. The other singers were Amy and Trish and Staples’ younger brother, Slug. Slug couldn’t really sing, but his rasp was just perfect for the terrified ...
The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine is a DIY print lit zine that tells rock and roll themed horror, bizarro and weird fiction stories as well as featuring comics and artwork. Created and edited by Ben Fitts.