In theory, this would have been the perfect book (demons, 80s, satanic panic, punk rock, mysticism). Alas, it fell VERY short of that. In short, it was so surface-level that I doubt I'm going to remember much about it. I think Brom may have tried to do too much with the plot and a large cast of characters who seemed to be there solely for the sake of moving the plot forward. The serial killer...what was his name, Richard?...seemed pointless and I'm still scratching my head over the fact that Brom thought he needed him in the story. There wasn't enough of anything in this book to warrant a higher rating and in fact, I felt a little like I was reading a YA book from my adolescence in the 90s (lots of superficial stuff but no real depth to anything). I really loved Krampus by Brom so I'm going to consider this book a blip and see how his others are.