The Neon Hookers, of Brockton, MA, hold the rock and roll sound and style, enhanced by erotic riffs, apocalyptic screams, reckless lifestyles, and the greatest musicians in Massachusetts. There are a vast number of different reactions to their name, their lyrics, and their stage presence, and along with various reactions, there are numerous stories to explain each. Let's start with the name: The Neon Hookers. Singer Ian Hickey and guitarist Dave Hayter (shred master extraordinaire), were attending an open bar party in Las Vegas, circa 2003.
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The Neon Hookers, of Brockton, MA, hold the rock and roll sound and style, enhanced by erotic riffs, apocalyptic screams, reckless lifestyles, and the greatest musicians in Massachusetts. There are a vast number of different reactions to their name, their lyrics, and their stage presence, and along with various reactions, there are numerous stories to explain each. Let's start with the name: The Neon Hookers. Singer Ian Hickey and guitarist Dave Hayter (shred master extraordinaire), were attending an open bar party in Las Vegas, circa 2003. Disillusioning their reality with the help of frothy beers and sharp liquors, Dave and Ian, at the exact same time, recognized a weary voice to their left. Lo and behold, John Stamos (y'know, Uncle Jesse? Full House?) was taking shot after shot, spilling most all over his leather jacket, but carefully avoiding the hair, was slouched there, humming the Full House theme song. Dave quickly initiates conversation, discussing music, women, guitars, et cetera, while continuing rounds with him and Ian. Three hours later, piss drunk and falling over themselves, they found themselves incredibly bored. Uncle Jesse asked Ian and Dave how they wanted to spend their one night in Vegas, and Ian , in a sensual voice, says, "I've got an idea!". Uncle Jesse had no idea what the idea could possibly be, and Ian went into a long winded idea involving prostitutes, neon paint, and chauvinistic demands, such as back-washing, coffee brewing, laundry cleaning, and bed making. Their rewards for a job well done would be Uno games, reading bedtime stories to the men (They preferred Goodnight Moon, but settled for whatever the hookers could find), and the fine honor of clipping their toenails with their teeth. In the morning, they awoke to an incredibly clean hotel room, hookers sleeping in a corner, and John Stamos (Uncle Jesse!) wearing a sneaky grin on his face. On his way out the door, he looked at Ian and Dave, and the last words he said before leaving were the starting three: "NEON. FUCKING. HOOKERS."
So, now that you know where the audacious name derived from, we can move on to the next item of business: the lyrics. Brilliant, intense, vivid, these are only a few words to describe Ian "James Dean" Ran on vocals. With lines such as "I've got a sickness; I'm fucking insane", "living is so pointless, life's a god damn joke", and "I've seen kingdoms fall and fear burn in children's eyes" you can't help but notice how raw Ian Ran's lyrics are. They are truly chaotic, absolutely destructive, and still incredibly heartfelt. They are the actual inner emotions of this vocalist/lyricist, and as extreme as his disgust for humanity, fear of living, want of death, and acceptance of self destruction are, you can't help but admit you've been in his shoes before, even if only for a single line in one of the static, well executed songs. The Neon Hookers' lyrics are backed by an incredible mix of impressive guitarwork, compliments of Bill Murphy and Dave Hayter (the two greatest guitarists and shredmasters in Massachusetts, once asked to join Aerosmith but were confident The Neon Hookers would be a far more successful choice), and when you see them live, your life is changed forever.
The Neon Hookers have shared the stage with an impressive array of bands, such as 100 Demons, Death Before Dishonor, Ligeia, Crime In Stereo, Dead Hearts, Life Long Tragedy, Colin Of Arabia, Black My Heart, On Broken Wings, Since The Flood, Guns Up!, and many other noteworthy bands. Their presence on stage is mindblowing. Imagine the Apocalypse packed into a 12 minute set, and that's what you've got. One biblical plague per minute. The interaction between band members is astonishingly impressive, and the destruction they bring with them is unimaginable unless you've witnessed it with your own eyes. One live performance indirectly re-booted the Third Reich. Fact.
This band is flashing lights, sex appeal, intensity, destruction, all leading up to the end of the world. They have cracked the hardcore code, and there is no turning back now. "One Night In Destiny" will be the first CD of the rest of your life. Case fucking closed.
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