The full title of the thing is Gothic Vampires from Hell: Battle of the Bands. It took three people to direct the thing; I won't trouble you with their names. Suffice it to say that they tell a story about a struggling young goth band called Gothic Vampires from Hell who hope to win a Battle of the Bands at Crawley's nightclub and earn a contract with Gotham (get it?) Records.
The bloodsucking ladies of Gotham Records need a man and master in their lives. Does "dominant" Draven (below) fit the bill?
After slaughtering all the guests at the band's signing party (forget what we said about business acumen), Anastasia sets about seducing Draven to the dark side (and how hard can that be? He's a goth!) while her assistant vampires set about turning his twin-sister bandmates. That leaves his girlfriend and guitarist Morgana (Jessica Remmers) as an offering to initiate a stubborn Draven into the pleasures of blood drinking. But once he gives in to temptation, the Gothamites might consider being more careful about what they wish for....
Above: Is it abstract art of a disemboweled vampire?
Below: The healing power of the Golden Fleece restores our heroine to...no, that can't be right.
Wendigo doesn't even consider himself a goth, yet he found this film a disservice to goth culture. It takes too little advantage of opportunities to exploit the eminently exploitable aspects of gothism. A film like this should be full of deviance, but most of that seems to be relegated to the stock footage of a husky butch flogging bar patrons, while none of the film's more attractive actors get naked. That the film actually ends with one more shot of this hag at her work is perhaps the ultimate insult. Wendigo can only imagine himself recommending the movie to fans of goth music, but even then they might be better off listening to records. In the end, his triumph over Crhymethinc's challenge is a hollow one. Gothic Vampires From Hell isn't really so bad a film that you have to quit, but Crhymethinc probably had the right idea, anyway.