Unless you arrived at this story hellbent on perusing some disturbing, albeit entertaining, journalistic jibber-jabber about bingo halls, BMX, and serial killers, you don’t know jack shit about Amigo the Devil. And up until about a month ago, I’ll admit, I didn’t either. Of course, to some of the brattier, angrier music snobs out there conveniently hiding behind their laptops—those whose defining moments in life include verbally crucifying a teenage girl in a Metallica shirt for not being able to name three songs—this shameful ineptitude of the sonic darkness that’s been spewing from Danny Kiranos (the name Amigo’s mother gave him when he shot out of the womb) for the past decade is unforgivable. And hell, maybe they’re right. Perhaps I should be tarred and feathered in the street, suffer castration, or at the very least be stripped of my publishing privileges from here to eternity. Well, suck it, fanboy. We all arrive in our own time.
In the weeks leading up to this highly-anticipated interview, I dove in extensively to Amigo the Devil’s catalog of consternation—starting with Everything is Fine (2018) and on through his latest offering, Born Against (2021)—doing my damndest to remedy the unintentional ignorance I’d been wallowing in all this time. Hey man, what can I say? I’ve had better things to do than keep up on the great American drool. Given the often-sad state of music today, my expectation of hearing anything again that would blow my mind was somewhere between ignoble and the final note that would have me out on the ledge of my second-story office window, ready to belly flop to my death. But Amigo the Devil, that sly banjo-playing bastard, did not show up at this point of my shoddy …
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Author: Mike Adams / High Times
