Sex, drugs and murder: the elements of a happy adolescence. Or more accurately, the elements of happy adolescent listening — since murder was definitely a “no” in our house, drugs never really made it to our homeroom, and there wasn't a snowball’s chance in hell that teenaged us would ever get laid. Not that we didn't try to live the life of a psychedelic sex fiend vicariously through our stereo — trust us, our taste in pop music more than made up for our lack of actual prurience. The Thrill Kill Kult was everything we wanted to be when we grew up: sleazy, swanky, swaggering rock ’n’ rollers living a B-movie dream. Now that we are grown up (barely, technically), our bloodlust has faded. But we still get huge kicks from the Kult.