The legend of Death Hymn Number 9 begins when a gutless Marvin Gaye abandoned his backing band at a run-down Baton Rouge gas station during his first national tour. The remaining members were penniless and homeless as they struggled to survive in the swampy heat. Left weak and vulnerable, the group was ambushed by a swarm of wretched zombies. Their half-alive bodies were left for dead and nobody knew what became of them—until 40 years later, when the band reemerged in Los Angeles after crawling their way across the country. Since their return, Death Hymn Number 9 have regularly assaulted clubs around the Los Angeles area with their frenetic concoction of violent garage rock. The spasmodic, bluesy 3rd Degree Moon Burns surges so hard, the needle jumps out of the grooves. These undead rockers have honed their murderous rumpus into a mania that is impossible to ignore. Imagine The Cramps wrestling Doo Rag in an electric-fence cage-match at the tail-end of a month-long crystal meth binge.Ghastly and urgent, Death Hymn Number 9 sizzles with power while never abandoning their ghoulish garage roots, delivering a din so pure rock ’n’ roll, it’s dangerous. A no-holds-barred, tumbling mania bubbling into a perfect cacophony, 3rd Degree Moon Burn has a biting sound that is refreshingly frightening and original.