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"Three days in Disney World, yeah," he grumbles distractedly. "It was jam-packed."
What are your favorite rides there, Rob?
"I like everything. But after a while, all I did was Pirates of the Caribbean and The Haunted Mansion. Usually those lines are really long, but it was so hot that everybody was waiting for Splash Mountain."
Zombie adds that even though he eschewed a Michael Jackson-style disguise during his theme-park marathon, he went unrecognized. That's rather unexpected, given the distinctiveness of his typical look (scraggly beard, greasy hair, shades, cowboy hat, skanky clothing) and the age range of a great many Zombie devotees. These days, it seems that the instant boys sprout their first pubic hair, they are overwhelmed by an uncontrollable urge to purchase the acknowledged high point of White Zombie's catalogue, 1995's Astro-Creep: 2000 (subtitled Songs of Love, Destruction and Other Synthetic Delusions of the Electric Head). Predictably, Zombie chooses to downplay this demographic fact. When it's suggested to him that were the voting age in this country lowered to fourteen, he'd be a shoo-in to become the next president, he replies, "Probably not. If it was that low, they'd probably vote in that guy from Bush or something."
If, however, you somehow managed to defeat Gavin Rossdale (who's not a U.S. citizen anyhow), what would be your first official act?
"Oh, Jesus, I don't know. I'm not really into the idea of setting guidelines for other people to follow." Suddenly, a brainstorm strikes. "So my first act would be that there would be no more acts."
In that case, Zombie would be destroying his career, because if nothing else, White Zombie (also featuring guitarist J., bassist Sean Yseult and drummer John Tempesta) is quite an act--arguably the Alice Cooper of the Nineties. Zombie (born Rob Cummings) grew up in Haverhill, Massachusetts, but escaped from the community as soon as he was able. Immediately following his high school graduation, he headed for New York City and made ends meet by toiling as a bike messenger, a grunt in the art department of a porn magazine (Yseult, aka Shauna Reynolds, was a co-worker there) and a production assistant for one of the most innovative television programs of the Eighties, the oddball kiddie show Pee-wee's Playhouse. Zombie is vague on this last memory, but upon being asked for dirt about the relationship between Pee-wee and Tito the pool boy, a well-sculpted character who padded through the first season of shows wearing nothing but skintight swim trunks, he manages a snicker.
"Actually, it's funny, but a friend of mine tried out for the pool boy part and didn't get it," he remembers. "I guess he wasn't buffed enough for Pee-wee."
When Paul "Pee-wee" Reubens moved production of Playhouse to the West Coast, Rob stayed behind and formed a band with Yseult (then his paramour), guitarist Tom Guay and drummer Ivan de Prume. For a name, Zombie, an aficionado of horror and science-fiction films, borrowed the title from White Zombie, a 1932 low-budgeter in which Bela Lugosi terrorizes a newly married couple in Haiti. To this day, Zombie sprinkles his lyrics with movie references; for example, "More Human Than Human" (on Astro-Creep: 2000) makes several nods to Ridley Scott's Blade Runner. In Zombie's view, these allusions give listeners more value for their money.
"With this band, I try to do everything I can to put a lot in there, so you can really get into it," he says. "I know when I was younger, I always wanted there to be a lot of things in there to find."
It took fans quite a while to find White Zombie; the band labored in relative obscurity for several years. The quartet issued 300 copies of Gods on Voodoo Moon, a four-song EP, in 1985, and rumor has it that Zombie still has 200 of them stored in a box. Two more self-released EPs (1986's Pig Heaven and 1987's Silent Explosion) made only a little more impact and are widely unavailable today. But a 1987 full-length, Soul-Crusher, was deemed worthy by the Caroline imprint, which reissued it a year later; the company also put out 1989's Make Them Die Slowly. But the good times had not yet begun to roll. Guitarist Guay eventually quit the band, as did his replacement, John Ricci. Zombie found current ax slinger J. (nee Jay Noel Yuenger) working as a clerk in a comic-book store.
Sheer persistence, along with a live-performance schedule that rivaled Sherman's march to the sea, eventually won White Zombie a following large enough to attract the attention of Geffen Records. The label put out La Sexorcisto in 1992, and while the disc's commercial breakthrough has been ascribed to the frequent airing of White Zombie videos on Beavis and Butt-head, a simple look at the CD reveals plenty of other reasons it was so irresistible to hellions-in-training. Satanic innuendos abound--the platter, allegedly recorded in "Satanophonic" sound, is subtitled Devil Music, Volume One and features a highway-sign graphic that reads "Route 666"--but these nods to nastiness are presented in such a goofy way that they're all but impossible to take seriously. (Unsurprisingly, that hasn't stopped watchdog groups from doing just that.) Moreover, the disc's jacket sports cartoony illustrations of monsters and ghouls, as well as lyrics like these from "Spiderbaby" (named for 1964's Spider Baby, a delightfully cheesy flick starring Lon Chaney Jr.): "Shadow make a move and it goes right through me/Gun styl'n planet--Do me!!" In short, MTV couldn't have stopped the recording from being a smash--and another epic tour only solidified White Zombie's reputation among members of the illegal-drinkers set.