Ginger Nuts of Horror
by George Illet Anderson
Shout at the Devil
Devil Kickers by Daniel Marc Chant and Vincent Hunt is a riotously good slice of pulp horror fiction that comes across like the demented word offspring of Father Ted doing The Exorcist meets Peter Jackson and The Evil Dead thrown in for good measure. It’s one of those books that you’ll devour in one sitting and end up with a big grin plastered across your chops.
Within the space of a few chapters I was reminded of that scene in “Brain Dead” where this priest cries “I kick arse for the Lord!” before unleashing his wrath on various reanimated ghouls. Devil Kickers has that same gleeful sense of slapstick intermingled with body splattering bursts of apocalyptic horror as Chant and Hunt introduce you to the very unorthodox Idol Brothers and their unique exorcism service.
Orphaned at an early age, Chris and Pete are adopted by Father Montague Rhodes with whom they form a holy trinity of baseball bats and bibles to rid the mortal world of demons. After a particularly testing confrontation, the brothers are despatched to the quiet village of Hallenbach with the substitute Sister Sarah in tow. There the trio will find out that if you mess with the Devil it can get very personal indeed.
Devil Kickers is a joyously demented blast of devilishly good fun that whips along at fair rate of knots. It’s the kind of book that instantly hooked up a projector in my brain and proceeded to spool this crazy film across my eyeballs as I read. What’s not to like about a story that serves up demonic ducks, possessed doom metallers and sprinting nuns alongside a legion of fallen souls thirsting for revenge? Dispensing their own brand of holy justice, I do hope that the Idol Brothers return as I found Devil Kickers to be a welcome dose of unabashed fun.