Erotic Suicide is a band that had it all…a nasty, sleazy-yet-glammed-up sound, above average musical talent, “the look”, great songs…everything a band could need…EXCEPT a record deal!  Coming out of Oklahoma City, record deals were few and far between for bands, regardless of how much they looked and sounded like the best of the Sunset Strip.  Add in the fact that it was 1993 and hair bands were all but dead, and Erotic Suicide was left basically only one option:  do it themselves.  And that is what they did with Abusement Park, the best Sunset Strip sleaze album you have never heard…and that didn’t come from the Strip!

There is, literally, nothing to dislike about this album.  Every track here is above average to excellent, there is only one ballad to slow things down (and they even put it last on the record!), the production is excellent (especially considering the lack of a proper label to produce it), and the performances are hungry, gritty, sleazy, and far superior to what was left of the Hollywood scene.  To describe the sound, imagine Faster Pussycat (vocally) and Tuff’s What Comes Around Goes Around album with just a touch more attitude to the music.  Aside from the ballad, this band has no illusions about gaining airplay with this record, as everything here is too aggressive, too loud, and too sleazy to ever play alongside the Nirvana’s or Pearl Jam’s or Smashing Pumpkins of the day.  This band was about playing the music they loved, playing it loudly, and likely scaring the snot out of fathers who were afraid their daughters would run off and become groupies!