El Duce, vocalist and drummer of the Mentors, was a saint, a prophet and a legend. He and his band wore black hoods, and so should we. Where he urinated, we all should urinate. Where he masturbated, we should masturbate.
People say Courtney Love tried to pay El Duce $50,000 to kill Kurt Cobain. This is a slander; the correct amount is $50. El Duce passed away in 1997 after passing out on a railroad track, an example to us all. He died for his own sins, the kind to which we can only aspire.
“El Duce Vita” contains several Mentors videos. Though regrettably no video of “Going Through Her Purse” survives, the classics “Golden Showers” and “On the Rag” are present and unobscured by pretentious metaphor; those who seek advice on cunnilingus during menstruation may discover it here. Shot for approximately nothing, using only the cheapest of strippers to perform specialized activities, the clips could not have been matched artistically if millions had been spent on special effects and Madonna. This is a band whose lyrics have been read in Congress. If you can say the same, step forward.
Substantial live footage of the Mentors (also featuring guitarist Sickie Wifebeater and bassist Dr. Heathen Scum) fills out the disc to about 50 minutes. You need this material. It is a gospel of heavy metal, inspired by scriptures first written in the dark days of punk.
No one will make money on “El Duce Vita,” just as the Mentors made none during their storied 20-year span of emptying halls throughout America. It was all done in the name of art and transcendence.
I am proud to stand as one who, in 1982, touched the hem of Eldon Hoke’s garment, and stepped in his holy puke. May his memory live forever.