What makes it interesting is the way DiCillo puts the band's brief five-year career in context with the world around it. By any measurement, 1966 to 1971 were volatile years in America as the flower-power promise of youth was crushed by a series of horrible assassinations and premature deaths, then silenced by a right-wing political and social snap. The Doors traversed this turmoil mainly due to Jim Morrison's raw sex appeal, mercurial talent and addictive obsessions. In this account, the other three seem like fairly normal guys who never really indulged at all.
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Instead, the blood and guts can be found in the eyes of the six members of the-band-you've-never-heard-of NC-17, a sort-of harmonized post-grunge combo with a violinist and a gravelly-voiced lead singer. Having moved from rural Michigan to Los Angeles based on the promise of a record deal, brothers Frank and Vince Rogala and Robin Canada (then known as Exude) thought everything was going their way. Said record deal evaporated, though, and the band found itself more unknown than ever. Ten years later, they're still at it, now with five members (including the violin), a new name, and nothing to show for a decade of work.
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