I am huge fan of Skid Row. I have been since hearing them back in 1989. I saw the Bach era Skid Row 5 times and every time they just fucking killed it. I was a huge fan of the songwriting, the stage show, and I was a huge fan of Sebastian Bach’s. Even all the way through to 1995’s Subhuman Race, Skid Row was a band that I always stood faithfully by and Sebastian Bach was a singer that I always placed in the top tier of my favorite metal singers. I held him in the highest regard as a metal singer and even put him up there with Halford, Dickinson, and Dio when he was in his prime. Well these days, not so much. It’s no lie that over the years Sebastian has pretty much lost that powerful voice that he once had in his youth and he knows it. He knows it so well in fact that he had the original footage from Hellfest in 2012 pulled from the internet which had him sounding horrible, and then magically released his DVD/Album ABachalypse Now which, SURPRISE, had his vocals sounding fantastic. Hmm… I smell a ratt. Anyways, it’s shit like this that made me lose all respect for him but I still felt the want to be proven wrong.

This week I posted a review of last week’s Sebastian Bach show in Alpharetta, GA. Sebastian Bach is, and has been touring for years now, billing himself as “The Original Voice of Skid Row.” Hm. Wasn’t the original singer for Skid Row Matt Fallon? If so, would that make Bach “The 2nd Original Voice of Skid Row?” Things that make you go “hmm” indeed. Anyway, Bach and his band are out on the road making money so he can pay alimony, keep his car, and most of his KISS collection all the while delivering his own take on the songs that made him famous but that he didn’t even write. I know what you’re saying, he got a writing credit on some of those songs. I’m sure they threw him a bone for breathing into the mic or for burping in a band meeting but that’s beside the point.

When my review went live [READ IT HERE FIRST IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY], I had a notion that I would probably be hearing from some Sebastian Bach fans calling me a fat loser nobody blogger or whatever non-creative bad names they could throw my way. What I wasn’t prepared for was the keyboard lashing I would get from none other than Sebastian “Bierk” Bach himself. I kid you not. Bach actually took time out his busy day of rockin’ and rollin’ cross the USA to actually get into a war of words with me on The Great Southern Brainfart Facebook page. Obviously, this guy had no idea who he was fucking with because, as you all know, I am not one to walk away from a good war of words. Here’s what Bach had to say about my review:

First off, I don’t want Sebastian Bach anywhere near my asshole and also, is it possible to actually shove a YouTube video up someone’s asshole? I don’t know but I think this guy probably needs to go back to school and learn a few things. I also love that he said that he couldn’t wait to post video of this show. Well, I figured I’d spare him the trouble and post it for him. Trust me, if you make it through this video and you honestly believe that it was “spot on”, we may have to have some words with each other.

So there I am, reading these comments from Sebastian Bach himself and I’m literally dying laughing. I mean, I am in hysterics. Not as much as I was during his meth mouth performance but I was pretty fucking entertained by it all. He not only felt so moved by my review to post on my page but he also logged out, and logged into his PERSONAL account (Sebastian Bierk) to have some words with me as well:

Whoa! I know right. Fucking insane! So there I am, laughing even harder, messaging my friends, and watching my readers jump in on it when my wife texts me from work saying, “Are you fighting with Sebastian Bach?” Oh you have no clue baby. But here’s where it takes an even bigger turn for the funny/sad. Sebastian all of a sudden morphed into a 12 year old bully of sorts and decided to start trolling other pictures of mine on The Great Southern Brainfart Facebook page:

Then he went on to talk shit about my post on Jorn Lande. I just had to spin some education on him about this one:

This went on for a while and when Sebastian finally seemed like he’d had enough, he completely blocked his private Facebook page and stopped posting… but not before he left me this warning:

Who knew Sebastian Bach had so much power? Does this mean when Holy Grail, Purson, Savage Master, Kyng, or any of those bands come to town they’re going to say, “Sorry, Don. We can’t let you in because Sebastian Bach said so”? I’m pretty sure that won’t be the case but I just think it’s a great example of the delusional mind of this guy. For such a nobody, complete loser blogger, I must have really hit a nerve with him. This is a guy that has been doing this for what, 25 years now? You would think that in that time he has heard some bad press and shitty reviews. I’ve always been very observant about things like this and from my experience, when someone gets this upset about a review, that means that there is a part of them deep inside that knows that what they are reading holds some weighted truth. That old saying, “the truth hurts”, couldn’t ring more true in this situation.

It’s really a bummer because in my youth, I was a huge fan of this guy. Well, those days are long gone. As a matter of fact, I’d say they ended sometime around 1992 or ’93. The man is not performing at his peek and it’s very apparent. These days, his fans obviously eat it up and take it all without question and if that’s the case, godspeed to them. It’s gotta hurt that his old band, the band that he tours the world covering, won’t even acknowledge him for a reunion of any kind. Skid Row knows that they are far better without him than with them. That must be one huge ass bitter pill that makes it even harder for him to swallow.

About Don de Leaumont Don (aka. The Brainfart) has been a heavy metal fan since hearing it for the first time in 1983. Don is also responsible for all of the typos, shitty grammar, and kick ass content on this site. Don likes cheap beer, whiskey, Coca Cola Icees, going to shows, and hanging with his kick-ass wife, their cat Drusilla and dog named Cassie. He originally wanted to name his dog Shandi but his wife said, "No fucking way."

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