Getting the band to sit down and discuss its mission was no easy task. Its history is shrouded in rumor and mystery and it’s known not to be overtly friendly with the press. After some negotiation with The Deadites legal counsel and personal manager, this writer was told to attend an upcoming show at the Lucky Dog Music Hall, where I would be approached at approximately 10 p.m. to meet the band.

My companion and I were acknowledged by Miss Donna Matrix, The Deadites infamous queen bee, fetchingly clad in a tailored blue-black suit and fishnet stockings. Her stare is penetrating and she carries a black leather horse crop for times when she wants to emphasize her point. With some trepidation we follow her through a maze of narrow and overheated hallways into the dank and musty underbelly of the Lucky Dog.

In a makeshift sitting room we join Dynamo Habeeb, singer for the Deadites and Ethan Magloofabits, bass player and skilled bamboo messiah.

“There’s a lot going on in the city,” declares Dynamo casually polishing a cavalry revolver.

“The people that know (of the evil happenings) call the city Necronomicon – the city of the damned.”

The door abruptly bangs open and we are joined by Tiny Wight, The Deadites leader and composer of its music, and Silica, a childlike presence said to be from the future who plays keyboards and has an affinity for candy and lemons.

“Is everything alright?” inquires Wight who sounds disturbing like Christopher Walken. The spiked blond hair peering over his white hockey mask makes you wonder for a moment if there is indeed a madman hiding under there. Wight however, is charmingly polite and well spoken. Dressed in a becoming, blue bell-bottom suit, he moves with ease and immediately takes charge of the conversation.

He says that there is a truth to the city that many of us are not aware of. That an unseen society of the undead walk the streets among us and that the Deadites are here to rid Necronomicon of these savage creatures.

Monster hunting, Wight remarks, requires a good amount of funding, which led them to the creation of the Deadites as a musical act. Proceeds from live shows, T-shirt sales, and contributions to its website (www.thedeadites.com) go toward the funding of the Deadites Secret Twilight Society (DSTS). They have chosen to work in this area because, as Wight tells me, “You can’t take two steps without tripping over a corpse that’s ready to grab your leg and take a bite.”

On stage The Deadites ravage its audience with funky grooves and killer beats, many reminiscent of Soul Coughing. Entertaining and playing music are obviously enjoyable to them and not simply funding for the DSTS. The passion and belief in what they are doing musically is quite evident as any of the dancing fans in the audience will attest to and you don't need to believe in monsters to become consumed by it.

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