Heavy Metal Moron's Name is now MUDD

Awww, some Ohio headbangers are banging their heads against the wall. They got PLENTY of entertainment, but not a full show. Management is willing to give 'em tickets for some other loud, ugly, stupid, talentless twat to blast their eardrums. Farcebook:

The act in question? The lead singer, a pile of shit fronting Puddle of Mudd, gave the crowd about 45 minutes of ugly noise before going out of his mind and screaming at a ringsider. It was caught on camcorder (of course) and everyone seemed to enjoy his meltdown, but the venue has thoughtfully offered to give ticket holders a fuller night of garbage at a future date.

No, don't expect ME to know who the fuck this guy is. I stopped caring about heavy metal (if I ever did) with "Iron Man." I was young, I played it on the radio, and I played some other Black Sabbath shit, but that's about it.

I also didn't consider it "heavy metal" as much as just "Goth" shit, just gloomier than other noisy horror-rockers like Alice Cooper, and not in any way superior to non-Goth loudmouths like The Good Rats.

By the time "turn the volume up rock music" involved assholes in Spandex shouting "Come On, Feel Da Noize," I was saying "No thanks!" Or, "What? Did you say something??"

I do sense that the guy fronting Puddle of Mudd is NOT as famous as the late lamented LEMMY, the heavy metal genius of Motorhead. Or was it Whitesnake. Or Whitehorn. Lemmy was the inventor of the Lemmy Cocktail (one part lemon juice, two parts battery acid, one part lysergic acid, eight parts beer plus a bloody twist of Shauna Cuntwell's used tampon).

The leader of Puddle of Mudd is some paranoid schmuck named Scantlin, who has caused previous scandals.

Lucky for YOU, you can read more about this moron without any distractions via the frozen frame below.

The actual website, for kiddies with ADD, had distractions preventing reading in peace. No, it wasn't the usual video suddenly popping up and making noise, or some automatic rotten music exploding or constantly flashing banner ads.

In this case, the photo on the top right kept changing, with ever uglier bints.

For some reason, the website figured readers can't read, or don't care, and after 10 seconds are ready to go surf porn, so they've gotta flash a constant stream of BINT photos till you finally click one and get sucked into a vile vortex of infected twat.

Why read about a retard on his way to an overdose when you can stare at a picture of an Ozzy-fied nitwit in stupid Black Sabbathy make-up looking like massive cooties are about to explode from the bursting zipper on her jeans?

If you want to see the bints, you know where to go. If you want to scan the Scantlin, here ya go:

Who expects proofreading from an idiot site like this. Our pal Scantlin didn't wield a hatchet, just a "hatched."

More colorful, enviable behavior from this turd-brained mud hen:

Let's say SOMETHING NICE about this idiot situation.

At a time when Niggas are doing all the damage in music, and the occasional Viley Virus or Icky Minaj comes out on stage trying to shock everyone with disgusting stupidity, it's NICE that somebody from the Heavy Metal world is still showing that the old form of music can produce a torrent of useless diarrhea coming out of an asshole whose death would be no great loss. After all, we can't rely on the older Heavy Metal acts. Ozzy is now an absolute joke. Loud jerks like Ted Nugent and Kid Rock are hobbling around spouting politics that would align themselves with 80 year-old conservative alfalfa farmers.

So, nice going Mudd-boy. All seriousness aside, I almost feel for him. In his addled state, he probably lost his house and blames it on some unsavory scammer, and had every reason to be enraged when the smirking provocateur turned up at his gig to grin at him and make him do something STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPID.