Richard Evans

One dark and stormy night in the middle of winter four sinister silhouettes converged in an abandoned cemetery. As a cloud flew past the moon the silvery light revealed them to be Marilyn Manson, Joey Jordison, M. Shadows and (surprisingly) Duffy. These four demons of music had gathered to perform hideous and satanic rituals to please the dark lords who had gifted them with fame and fortune. Out of the blood and chaos a figure arose, a man born of hellish incantations and unholy blood sacrifices. A man whose veins throbbed with the evil of ages and whose mind was tormented by deviant desires and capricious genius…This man came to be known as Ric.

Tormented by inner demons who drive him to enslave midgets and perform musicals, Ric’s only respite from the voices comes when he drowns them out with the thunder of a drum kit (or the thunder of a 19th century cannonade, whatever’s more convenient). With a hellish gleam in his eyes and constantly surrounded by a mist of choking sulphur Ric provides the demented drum beat to MOTY’s melodious music