Synopsis:
In the 1990s, heavy metal band Dürt Würk was poised for breakout success — but then lead singer Terry Hunt embarked on a solo career and rocketed to stardom as Koffin, leaving his fellow bandmates to rot in rural Pennsylvania.
Two decades later, former guitarist Kris Pulaski works as the night manager of a Best Western – she’s tired, broke, and unhappy. Everything changes when she discovers a shocking secret from her heavy metal past: Turns out that Terry’s meteoric rise to success may have come at the price of Kris’s very soul.
This revelation prompts Kris to hit the road, reunite with the rest of her bandmates, and confront the man who ruined her life. It’s a journey that will take her from the Pennsylvania rust belt to a Satanic rehab center and finally to a Las Vegas music festival that’s darker than any Mordor Tolkien could imagine. A furious power ballad about never giving up, even in the face of overwhelming odds, We Sold Our Souls is an epic journey into the heart of a conspiracy-crazed, paranoid country that seems to have lost its very soul…where only a girl with a guitar can save us all.
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Review:
Going into Grady Hendrix’s We Sold Our Souls, I was terrified. For one, I’m not much into music, and two, I watched American Satan within the last year. As a result, I was afraid of things being the same story rehashed. Guy sells soul to devil to make it big, etc., etc. To some degree, that is true of this novel; however, where it could have been boring, recycled trash, Hendrix excels at creating an exciting plot with just the right touch of humor. We Sold Our Souls is easily one of my favorite reads this year.
Kris Pulaski was a musician. Was being the key word. After being screwed over by her band mate, Terry Hunt, she lives a pretty bitter life. Then she gets word of Terry planning something big and dangerous–something she has to stop. As we follower her along on this endeavor, we encounter all sorts of people, from the crazy, former bandmates, to violent fans, to a meek side character that I absolutely adore. Variety is definitely something Hendrix does right.
The latter bit of the book felt like it dragged a little, if I’m being honest. I had to force myself to chomp down at the 80%-90% mark. Fortunately that was the only lull in the action. There’s once scene in particular that reminds me of The Descent and it’s probably my favorite in the book.
We Sold Our Souls is a wonderfully written, quickly read piece of work that lives up to its predecessors. Everything I fell in love with about Grady Hendrix in Horrorstör and My Best Friend’s Exorcism return in this wonderfully written pieces that’s perfect for melophiles.
Rating: 💀💀💀💀💀
