But as effective, essential, and satisfying as violence can be, those of us with even an atom's weight of conscience within us know what usually comes next after those fleetingly orgasmic, pyromaniacal
moments of rage: the guilt, the shame, the regret; "whatever is begun in anger, ends in shame" (by the way, moments later after the elysian orchestra ascended once again to heaven, I gave snotty-nose my hand and pulled him up; our eyes met; glances of mutual respect were exchanged; weeks later he was in my room and we were playing Mortal Kombat on the Sega Megadrive.
The Seattle band, which also includes pyromaniacal
drummer Tommy Sparks and screeching guitarist JayMe LayMe, recently released its second album, "Sweat Soaked and Satisfied.
But what if someone gets pyromaniacal
next year, when Garden's young "sleuths with lesbian moms" series, Candlestone Inn Mysteries, debuts?