Soundtrack to the End of the World

Who knew the end could sound so good.

A suicidal nudist strolls into traffic.  An eccentric Buddhist claims he can occupy other people’s bodies.  All the while, whispers of a new form of entertainment blow through town.  Prompted by these strange occurrences, Marty Raft, a not-so-gentle giant, investigates and discovers underground clubs peddling music that induces an out-of-body experience.   Marty and a wannabe comedian, Corey, set out to prove these special frequencies are nothing more than a hoax, or at worst, a mass-drugging.  Instead, they uncover a secret with world-ending possibilities.

If you can hear the music, it’s already too late.

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One of the first things I noticed about this book was the paper on which it is printed. It’s so smooth; I wanted to touch it with my lips to see what my less sensitive fingers were missing. That’s quality.

But it gets better.

The words printed on that paper are so kick-ass, they will make you forget all about kissing the pages.

Soundtrack follows Marty Raft and his friend Corey as they stumble upon a new form of entertainment. They call it head-hopping (among other things) and this new extra-sensory experience has some major side effects.

This is not just another zombie novel. In this apocalypse, the usual tropes are left abandoned like cars on a highway. The characters are well developed, and most importantly for a zombie tale, you care what happens to them. They follow the rules, make up their own, and they all bring something to the story.

Skinny will introduce you to the new music craze, Naomi will impress you with her strength and insight, and Anna Marie Carell will charm you from the minute she comes screaming into the spotlight.

Rapino weaves these characters into a unique setting full of atmosphere to create a tale that resonates. There are no cardboard cutouts here.

On the surface, this is a story about a group fighting to survive the end of their world. But beyond that, this is a story about loss, and about moving on to create something new.

A friend once said that the fall is for heavier sounds. I couldn't agree more. This soundtrack is made for cold, dark evenings. It will definitely have you reaching for your ear buds. May I suggest something loud? How about some Nine Inch Nails, or Tool, or maybe even some Opeth. It might hurt a little, but you’ll thank me later.

 

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Anthony J. Rapino resides in Northeastern Pennsylvania, somewhere between the concrete of the city and the trees of the forest.  On occasion, you’ll find him moderating the feverish battles between the creatures of these two arenas.  Whose side he’s on is anyone’s guess.

His newest fiction can be found in Black Ink Horror, On Spec, Arcane Anthology, Electric Spec, A cappella Zoo, Space Squid, TQR Stories, and carved inside a variety of autumn gourds.  His short story collection, Welcome to Moon Hill, is currently available, as is his first novel Soundtrack to the End of the World.  Proof of his psychosis can be found on his website: http://www.anthonyjrapino.com