Mr. Fang And The Dark Tones Fast Track To Hell Review
Mr. Fang and The Dark Tones
Fast Track To Hell!
Self-Released
2025
I’m always prowling the night, sniffing out fresh Horror and Psychobilly to feed my hungry little monster brain, and occasionally, I stumble upon a beast that doesn’t just scratch the itch, it claws the flesh clean off the bone. Mr. Fang and The Dark Tones slither right into that sweet spot where Psychobilly screams, Horror slashes, and shades of The Cramps, D.A.G., and Surf Rock crash together like a hearse skidding off a pier.
Hailing from Virginia Beach, Virginia, this gang of creeps has been lurking for a few years now, cutting their teeth on live shows, opening for bigger beasts, and dragging their coffins across state lines for tours. Their latest monster, “Fast Track To Hell”, came creeping out this May, and though I was late to the party, I’m damn glad I showed up. The band slipped me a copy, and since then I’ve been possessed - cranking it in the car, in the crypt, and in the delirious midnight hours when the shadows won’t stop whispering to me.
From the opening instrumental “Squid Attack”, which feels like you’re being dragged into the abyss by some Lovecraftian surf-demon, all the way through the last gasp of “Back Tunnel Train,” this record is pure Horror-fueled adrenaline. No tired Misfits knockoff here, this is rotten Surf Rock reverence soaked in a Psychobilly nightmare. It smells of pomade, sea rot, and grave dirt. It’s greasy hair, blood dripping fangs and it’s alive and writhing.
Highlights are in abundance. “I Wanna Die” feels like a sunburned death march across the desert in a hearse bound straight for the inferno. “She’s a Black Cat” purrs and claws with a slick Rockabilly strut that would make Stray Cats blush, then scratch their eyes out. The title track, “Fast Track to Hell,” is a Spaghetti-Western hallucination, as if Undead Johnny Cash were narrating your one-way ticket into hell. And then there’s “Graveyard Serenade”, a late-50’s death ballad that’s equal parts swoon and doom. Lines like “Your skin fits on me like a glove” don’t just flirt with the macabre, they marry it and drag it into the grave. It’s gorgeous, ghastly, and worth the price of admission all by itself.
“Fast Track To Hell” is the sound of Psychobilly done right. This isn’t music for the faint of heart; it’s for the freaks, the psychos, the punks, and all the monsterbabies who howl at the moon. The recording is crisp, the vibe is rotten in the best way, and every track feels like it could crawl off the wax and come hunting for you in your sleep.
Mr. Fang and The Dark Tones didn’t just win me over, they resurrected my love for this whole damn scene. This is the kind of album that makes you fall in love with the dark all over again. Vinyl, CD, cassette, however you can get your claws on it, do it. The Fast Track is waiting, and it’s going to send you straight to Hell.