Deep within the crevices and pits of your brain, you have this voice. Come on, admit it; it's that slight,unsure voice that over the years you've learned to ignore. And right now that voice is asking what the hell is "Zombie Au Go-Go"?

Think of it as a twisted hybrid of a museum, a temple, a shrine for the junk culture; whose sole purpose is to keep those artyfacts that define "ballsy" from being swept away by the guardians of "good taste".

And as evolution mutates, over the years this site has mutated to become a community of social inept, barely sentient pariahs whose crude tastes, sophomoric leanings and penchant for the discard icons of a vicious and conspicuous civilization have bound them into a unified voice.

Consider it an assemblage, a cooperative, a new social order spawned to act as self appointed curators of all things tasteless, crass and other wise avoidable.

A backlash. A whiplash. An attempt to nullify the billions of pages devoted to the conventional erudition of the great vacuum. Are these the bombastic hallucinations of those who seek a more pure form of enlightenment?

Or maybe it's just about cool movies, real rock 'n roll, mindless diversions and those not so well documented techniques for having really stupid fun.

It's your call...just listen to the voice.