"Yes, it's a monster...but it's our monster."

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This CD is a musical adaptation of Real Dracula---dark, moody, powerful, and savage.

The songs illuminate the beast inside each of us: that totally-selfish Monster that wants what it wants when it wants it...and our struggle to contain/control its evil.

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This hour-long CD, performed by Green Anaconda, contains potent compositions which go beyond "rock and roll" to a new form of music: "Clang."  The songs are based on specific chapters and themes from the science-fiction/horror novel "Real Dracula."

It is an ugly, grating, exploding NOISE---but at the same time, strangely beautiful.  It seems to say that beyond the very worst that can happen to individuals and society, something fresh and new has to---must---emerge.  

When each of us are forced to look deep into our own souls and confront our own personal darkest nightmare, we may on the one hand be destroyed by guilt and fear---or, perhaps, exorcise the demon: emerging from the ordeal with a crystal-clear perspective, new priorities, and a fresh determination.  [suggested listening restriction: "PG13," young people under 13 requiring parental approval to hear this CD.]

See below for SONGS and HISTORICAL BACKGROUND.

[See Reptile Section for SUMMARIES to the intent and meaning of each of the songs.]

As the world's population swelled beyond forty trillion, cool political heads cautioned the masses not to panic---technology would save them.  

New sources of energy would replace rapidly-vanishing fossil fuels.  Vast underground hydroponic lakes would substitute for shrinking/depleted traditional farm land.  The 4th-world birth rate would plummet as their nations moved up the free market ladder, easing and then reversing the numbers crunch.

The technology advocates, of course, were quite correct.  Except that it was too little, too late.  

Mankind did not ease past the population peak.   Instead, it collapsed.  As the fifth "green revolution" finally ran out of biomass, and energy prices shot through the stratosphere, rampant starvation swept the globe---crushing all political/social structures in its relentless march.

Long-established national boundaries evaporated overnight. TheAsia Confederation broke down into savage fuedal conflict.  Vast swarms of starving citizens attempted to migrate out of depleted homelands.  Diseases long vanished or easily controlled by proper medication erupted.  The entire continent of Africa was blockaded by the 1st world nations as a new, Super-AIDS virus emerged.  The few remaining affluent groups, scattered across the globe, dug deep to hide in well-armed, self-contained subterranean city-complexes.

Earth's surface was hell:  lawless, wretched, starving, diseased mobs fighting for what little food and energy could be found.  

In their desperation, they turned to what otherwise would have been unthinkable: charismatic, crazed maniacs promising results.  Even the best scientists and most-dedicated military leaders were willing to look for "salvation" at the hands of Satan: capturing a mythical monster fabled to hold the real-biological secrets to limitless energy, continuous health, perhaps even defeating death itself.

In this caldron of chaos, death, delusion, and desperation a new music was born.  It mostly lacked chords, harmony, melody, and rhyme.  What it did have, in abundance, was---pure, raw rhythm:  a "back-to-the-most primitive" power to express the deepest agony and the loudest anger---CLANG!

It was an ugly, grating, savage noise---but at the same time strangely beautiful.  

It was an exploding, defiant, collective "howl" that seemed to say: beyond the melt-down of human society, something fresh and new had to---must---emerge.  As Clang Bands sprang up across the world, culminating in a Grand Collision of the best and the worst in a massive, civil war-inspired riot on the Washington D.C. mall, each and every single person was forced to look deep into his/her own soul, and confront his/her darkest personal nightmare.

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