Warren Murphy and Richard Sapir - The Destroyer: Acid Rock (1973, 187 pp, Corgi)
Over the past 30 years a variety of authors have pumped out over 130 novels
in this seemingly endless martial arts series which manages to combine a thinly
veiled "Kung Fu" knock off with Mickey Spillane style ultra-violence
and bigotry. Apart from its Eastern edge the entire series is very much in keeping
with the rest of the 70s/80s genre of lone wolf vigilantes (The Executioner,
The Expeditor, The Adjusters, etc)
employed by shadowy government agencies to do the work that namby pamby politicians
and the liberal courts won't let the cops do. Over the years the daring duo
of Remo Williams, a former cop unfairly sent to the death chamber only to be
reborn as a government killer, and Master Chuin, a North Korean assassin whose
only loves are his deadly work, daytime soap operas and picking on Remo, have
taken on just about everyone from the Mafioso to Chinese Red agents and angry
white mailmen.
Whilst the series has a certain goofy charm, particularly in the hammy relationship
of master to apprentice, its poisonous joy in having these characters stomp
and generally revile hippies, black militants, unionists, etc tends to leave
a very bad taste in the mouth. Sadly any suspense that the novels may have tried
to generate is also lost as Remo and Chuin's super skills mean that they tend
to turn any adversary into a gory mess before the reader is even able to make
it to the next page. Acid Rock is probably the most enjoyable of the 70s section
of the series if only because the authors' pisstaking is generally quite funny
rather than just prickly and hateful. The plot is unquestionably ridiculous
enough, but offers a bit more than just serving as yet another excuse to watch
our heroes mash someone up.
This time around the duo are sent by The President and their masters at CURE
to serve as bodyguards for a spoilt hippy commerce student who has fallen out
with daddy dearest and threatened to spill the beans on his questionable business
practices. Poppa is none too pleased and in turn has issued an open contract
on her meaning that anyone who can confirm a hit on his not so dutiful daughter
will receive a million dollar bonus.
Unfortunately for Chuin and Remo this witness is no ordinary socialite stoolie,
but a stock market obsessed dilettante who combines her passion for profits
with profligate drug taking and the conquest of a series of rock deities. No
flamboyant front man is bigger or more desirable than Maggot (lead singer of
the Dead Meat Lice) whose amazing lyrics include such pearls as "Dirt waits
in the fields." Determined to lay the aforementioned singer the super groupie
winds up dragging her protectors across the country as she hitchhikes to a massive
outdoor rock festival. Upon arrival Chuin finds himself stunned by the volume
and Remo is forced to kill a bunch of Altamont style bikers after knocking over
their bikes before dealing with some cunningly disguised killers. The descriptions
of the Alice Cooper style shock rock and overall festival scene actually evince
numerous chuckles as does the corny ending in which Dirt and the lusty lady
finally find true love through their mutual love of the futures market.
- IBM
"The Dead Meat Lice crawled and tumbled onto the stage. There was a drummer
who doubled as the beater of the gong. In a round enclosure from stage right
rose
a piano, organ and clavichord, with another Dead Meat
Louse seated in the middle. A frowzy-headed man with two wind instruments pulled
himself onstage. The crowd cheered the arrival of all three Lice.
Maggot waved his arm and they sang. They sang what Remo made out to be "Bedred,
mother-racking, tortoise, humpanny, rah, rah, humpanny, mother-racking, bedstead,
rackluck.’
‘Bitchen’ screamed Vickie Stoner in Remo’s ear, and then the
tower to their left gave a wiggle with an explosive pop, then another pop, and
people were falling from it and it was coming down like a sledgehammer right
where Vickie Stoner was jumping up and down, screaming with everyone else.
The crowd would hamper free movement so Remo grabbed Vickie like a loaf of bread
and drove his way through bodies to what he felt would be the safest place.
The tower came whoomphing down, eight tons of it, crushing a ten-yard-wide stretch
of people with a heavy dull splat.
Remo and Vickie were safe. They were at the base of the tower where it had been
blown off its foundations head high, just where a big man with a scarred face
had been casually moving his hands around.
‘Bedred, mother-racking, tortoise humpanny, rah, rah, rah, humpanny, bedstead
rackluck.’
‘They’re going on’ someone shrieked ‘They’re going
on.’
‘Dead Meat Lice goo on and on. Rule forever Dead Meat Lice’ yelled
Maggot, and this was met by cheers blanketing the moans of the victims of the
tower.
‘Rule forever, Dead Meat Lice’ yelled Vickie Stoner."
For more information check out-
http://www.sinanju.com
( an obsessive Destroyer fan site with details on all the books and characters
plus comics, film, TV pilot, etc)
http://www.richardmurphy.com
(one of the primary author's site)