Hell Bent for Letters is the second full-length album by the Seattle, Washington-based literary-metal band Blöödhag. It is their first release for Jello Biafra's Alternative Tentacles label. It was produced and recorded by the band's guitarist, Dr. J.M. McNulty, under his less formal name of Jeff McNulty.
The album title is a pun on the Judas Priest album Hell Bent for Leather. One reviewer described the album by suggesting, "magine history class taught by GWAR, and it's still not quite enough to capture the essence of what Blöödhag bring to the table."
As with their past back catalog, all of the songs on Hell Bent for Letters honor various science fiction and similar genre writers, including Douglas Adams, Edgar Allan Poe, and Franz Kafka.
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Famous quotes containing the words hell, bent and/or letters:
“O you singers solitary, singing by yourself, projecting me,
O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you
Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations,
Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,
Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what
there in the night,
By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon,
The messenger there aroused, the fire, the sweet hell within,
The unknown want, the destiny of me.”
—Walt Whitman (1819–1892)
“No: until I want the protection of Massachusetts to be extended to me in some distant Southern port, where my liberty is endangered, or until I am bent solely on building up an estate at home by peaceful enterprise, I can afford to refuse allegiance to Massachusetts, and her right to my property and life. It costs me less in every sense to incur the penalty of disobedience to the State than it would to obey. I should feel as if I were worth less in that case.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“Harvey: About this Voltaire.
Helene: What about him?
Harvey: How’d he ever get time to do all he did?
Helene: He lived to be old.
Harvey: Even so, how many letters did he write?
Helene: Oh, I don’t know exactly. Thousands.
Harvey: I can’t remember when I even wrote one.
Helene: You should try.
Harvey: It’s too late. I wouldn’t know where to send it.”
—Tom Waldman (d. 1985)