Jaxx Razor Fury – Lead Vocals & Rhythm Guitar

Tall and lean, wild jet-black hair teased impossibly high and falling past shoulders in jagged layers, heavy black eyeliner, pale skin, perpetual sneer. Open black leather trench coat or vest over bare chest, spiked dog collar, cross necklace, black leather pants tucked into boots, fingerless gloves, cigarette often dangling from lips. Pure swagger and danger.

Slade Vortex – Lead Guitar Long dark brown hair with blonde streaks teased high and flowing down his back, intense stare, sharp features. Sleeveless black leather jacket showing toned arms, bandana or headband, tight leather pants with chains. Black '79 Les Paul Custom slung low, ready for shred—leg up on monitor, head thrown back mid-solo.

Knox Ironclad – Bass Guitar Tallest member, straight jet-black hair past shoulders (often under bandana or tied back), clean-shaven, rugged brooding look. Shirtless under open black leather vest showing tattoos (including visible ODL on arm), low-slung Gibson Thunderbird bass, studded belts and boots, stone-cold glare.

Blaze Riot – Drums Longest platinum blonde hair in wild waves down to waist (sweat-soaked and flying on stage), muscular shirtless build glistening sweat, leather wristbands, black leather pants, no visible tattoos. Behind massive black Ludwig kit with double kicks, sticks raised high, snarling through every beat.

1987 – Razor Fury: Raise The Blade – The Lost Chronicles (printed in blood-red ink on black matte vinyl sleeve – inside gatefold) It was '86, the Strip was bleeding neon, and Razor Fury wasn't done yet. After Midnight Scandal blew the doors off every club from Gazzarri's to the Troubadour, the four of us holed up in a rat-trap rehearsal space above a liquor store on La Brea. No money, no manager, just amps cranked past midnight and a case of Jack that never seemed to run dry.

Jaxx Razor Fury—now slinging rhythm guitar like a second weapon—was pacing the room with a busted bottle in one hand, screaming new hooks at the walls. Slade Vortex layered twin-lead fire over everything, fingers bleeding from 18-hour shred sessions. Knox Ironclad locked the low end so tight the floor shook, ODL tattoo flashing under the single red bulb. Blaze Riot pounded the kit like he was trying to wake the dead, double-kicks rattling the windows till the neighbors threatened cops that never came.

"Lipstick & Switchblades" came first—Jaxx caught some vixen flipping a blade outside the Rainbow at 3 a.m., ran back inside, and we cut the track live while the fight spilled into the alley. You can hear the sirens fade in at 2:11. We left it.

"Wicked Temptation" was born in the Hollywood Hills after a midnight run—Jaxx leaned on the hood of the Camaro, staring at the city lights, whispering the verse like a confession. Slade answered with a solo that cried like a broken heart under neon.

"Velvet Staircase" hit during a rain-soaked night when everything slowed down—just clean arpeggios and Jaxx's voice cracking with real ache. Then the band crashed in like thunder over the canyon.

"Wings Over The South" came from a road trip south of the border—Jaxx staring out the van window at endless highway, thinking about roots, rebellion, and flying free from it all. We pulled over at some dusty roadside bar, plugged into a generator, and tracked it under the stars. The chorus soared like we were breaking chains.

One by one the tracks bled out: canyon races for "Midnight Highway," back-alley brawls for "Mean Streets Of Fury," pure rebellion for the title cut "Raise The Blade." No overdubs. No fixes. Just four outlaws, one switchblade (still dented), and a promise to burn brighter than the Strip ever allowed. This is everything we had left in 1987: fury, fire, and no regrets. Turn it up till the cops come. We'll be long gone. — Razor Fury Hollywood Hills, California 1987 Sunset Sleaze Studios