When I was a kid growing up in Michigan in the 70s I was obsessed with all things Bigfoot and Yeti. I read every crappy paperback book on the subject and seen every cheesy documentary twice. When one airs on television I always insist on watching it and my wife always insists we’ve seen it before and we almost always have, but I still HAVE to see it. The only thing that could possibly rival my Planet of the Apes and Yeti fixations would be my Black Sabbath fixation.
Scalp Of The Yeti is my ham fisted attempt at a sub- Sabbath riff that sounds like it was wrestled out of Tony Iommi’s trash bin by a delinquent teenage Yeti on barbiturates.