HOME: Wherever bad boys congregate to smoke, spit, wear scarves and makeup, and generally do all the other schticks they copped from bad girls.

AGE: The youngest emigrants to escape from Boston alive.

PROFESSION: Recycling Yardbirds/Stones/generalized metal riffs w. Alice Cooperish vocals and lyrics exalting the lengths of their appendages.

HOBBIES: Measuring appendages. Strangling mikestands with scarves. Passing as Carly Simon at uppercrust parties.

LAST BOOK READ: 80 Days To Increased Rock Lyric Power by P.F. Sloan.

LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Becoming the most popular heavy metal band in America without sticking their tongues out or incinerating their audience.

QUOTE: "And then I want to do Anitra on stage to the horror of Mayor Beame."

PROFILE: Almost good enough to really catch fire, they preen at the portals of greatness, with neitner the sense of humor of Deep Purple, the dumb monomania of Black Sabbath, the innovation to transcend the Yardbirds, nor the bloodthirst of the Stooges. The apotheosis of Good Enough. Maybe if they changed their name to Cannibal Rape Job.

BEER: Boy Howdy!