So last night I got a mysterious call from a band who call themselves The Neon Saviors. As it turns out, they wanted some new official photos for their band. And as it also turned out, they weren't going to let me say no. In fact, I was perfectly content not doing them at all. However, they took matters into their own hands when they kicked down my door. Icy Glamour threatened to sprinkle me with magical ice shavings. And Rick Motherload said he would tear my head off with its spine attached. Read more