DEVILCAKE live at Little Bros, July 3, 2003
bold captions by Michael Bill aka MCB aka aka Isahn aka Big Buddy Guy Licker
unbold captions by Ian aka Mr T Dracula Bass Lovechild



Since Wally was allowed to go to camp, June and Ward decided to let the Beaver go to a concert.
We have at least as much "fun" before we go onstage as we do on the stage. Don't let these so-called photos tell you any different.



Here we see prisoner #036457 preparing himself for the weekly drug test.
I'm not a number. I'm a free man.


Prisoner #035261 drinking the drug test.

Just after I punched Darrin in the face.
Nah, I think he just always looks like this. When I think of Darrin, I think of this picture.


"Ladies and gentlemen we are... Oh, fuck it."
Note the big-ass coffin I kept tripping over. Hey, there's a title for our goth side project: Tripping Over Coffins.



If Mr. T fucked Dracula, had a child, then gave that child a bass and a cape, then this picture would make sense.
Wiener! Wiener!!!!


From left to right: A cape hanging in what seems to be mid-air, a thick patch of smoke playing drums, some half-assed clown corpse guy, Mr. Gourley, a dude staring at his fingers, and the scalp of Steve.


This one is full of satanic imagery. Can you locate the Devilcake sticker?


Ian making a solo appearance at another venue.
With a mouth full of fake blood. You can see a little "blood" on the logo of my Damned shirt. I don't usually look this chimp-faced. Or do I?



Left to right: Gourley pooping his pants with glee after a long night of wrestling with 87 White Castle Jalapeno cheeseburgers, Leatherface finally removes his mask and picks up the Keys O' Death, and Steve playing his Les Paul with reckless abandon.
Steve was there?


This time Ian looks more like the bastard son of Billy Bob Thornton and Dracula, then you have ICP (I can't believe I just said that), Gourley eating his fingers after taking the aforementioned dump in his drawers, Todd checking out his other hand, and Steve still working the Les Paul.
Mmmm, fingers. This is still the first song, mind you.


Gourley makes a connection with his fan.
Left to right that's Ian (cape still attached), MCB, Gourley, Todd Skaggs with the lab glasses and Coroner apron and Steve "My New Goatee Is My Costume" Osmun far right.



I pity the fool who kind of looks like Metallica's new bass player.
She's got a light brown triangle that drips with cheese, lots of sauce and I can smell anchovies. Lick it till it burns just like a forest fire. Lick it till she sings just like choir. To the level you aspire. And if you run out you can go to Meijer.

Okay... This one is a little disturbing. Left to right: Gourley carefully instructing the audience with a pointed finger on the dangers of taking a shit in your pants onstage, Inbred Clown MCB, Todd in what appears to be ladies boots and a french maid's uniform, and Steve looking at the camera as if to say "Hey! You're distracting me from my Les Paul!"
Steve was there?


This one fucked with me at first glance, so I'll share what went through my head when I saw this picture first, then I'll give you the real story. What it looks like is, from left to right: Gourley bent over backwards with a bass sticking out of his ass, MCB concentrating on the "E" power chord a little too much, Darrin's head floating in mid-air, Ian saying "Fuck it, my bass somehow got lodged into Gourley's ass, so I quit." and it's all assholes and elbows (along with about 3/4 of the Keys O' Death) for Todd. As scary as it sounds, a lot of that description is accurate after closer review (Although I think it's fair to say that if you weren't looking at the photo with the above description, it would be even more terrifying.) The correct description should have Ian screaming into the microphone (with a bass sticking out of his ass) and Gourley saying "Fuck it, Ian's bass got stuck in his ass, so I quit."
It's tough to argue with any of that. I was afraid that's what I looked like when I scream YEAH YEAAAHHHHHH!!! at the end of Pizza Party. Thanks for ruining my life. I have to get a new gag now.


This one is sweet. ('Nuff said)
You're right, it's precious. Todd is beatboxing here. Salad Bar Man.


Where do I start? Ian on the left attempting the ever-so-dangerous "Yodeling Bass Player In F# minor" and MCB measuring the distance between the 14th and 19th frets.
Actually, not to get overly technical or anything, but it's F# Major. Peep the glowing skull on my so-called bass amp, grinning away. I hate that motherfucker. I really do.


Two things. Ian yelling at MCB to "Stop playing that Buddy Guy riff" and someone in the audience stole Mike Keneally's hat.
Two things. Yep, that's me going "DUDE!" and: there were people in the audience?

BACK! BAAAAACK! BACK! BACK! BACK! I'VE HAD ENOUGH (INTO THE FIRE)!