Once upon a time, Acid King's creator, songwriter, guitarist and singer Lori S. hung out with her friends at Busse Woods, a forest preserve outside Chicago where teenagers up to no good hung out with their trunks open, cranking tunes and selling drugs. After the cops caught on this era ended.
Several years and several bands later, some friends recommended a book that would ultimately kindle pounding, wicked riffraffdom. It was called Say You Love Satan (SYLS) - a bizarre, tongue-in-cheek account of a Mansonesque stoner dude named Ricky Kasso who, well.... dropped acid and did fucked-up stuff. He looked pretty fucked-up, too. But anyway... Lori finished the book in half-an-hour and Acid King was born. The name came way before the group came together.
1993 was the year of reckoning. The decision was made to base the still embryonic Acid King in San Francisco. Bassist Peter Lucas stepped up to the plate first. He read SYLS (a pre-req for joining), had a good laugh, and he and Lori hit it off straightaway. But they needed a drummer to make things official. Obviously. Joey Osbourne read the book and came on board several months later. Suddenly, Acid King was an entity. For real. Alright!
Local gigs followed. Acid King's signature was distortion, tight guitar-bass riff attacks and a Marshall- stacked, bloated low rear end. Ampeg bass amps and Osbourne's Ludwig drum kit supplemented the heaviness accordingly. Heavy but spacey. Lori's searing guitar leads c.....
