Not for the faint of hear, Fallen Angel is a postmodern sex fest which draws liberally from medieval torture techniques and religious iconography to create a futuristic Chicago peopled with leather love gods.  The boxcover claims that "leather will never be the same."  Lucifer, appropriately portrayed by the dark and mysterious Steve Cannon, drops down to earth to walk among us.  No weak moments and a consistent, virile cast, including seven new performers culled from the cream of the 19th Annual International Mr. Leather Contest, make for a top-notch video.

The action, begins quickly, with cigar-chomping Cole Tucker getting down and dirty in a heavy-duty threesome with Marc Hamilton and Tony Zerega.  Supertop Tucker is like a drill sergeant in this moaning and groaning scene utilizing a dildo almost the size of a man's arm.

The elevator scene turns everyone's fantasy zipless fuck into an event where a steady stream of riders happen upon a blowjob in progress, and disembark, allowing the participants to continue all the way to climax unmolested.  The humor created by the shocked and curious faces - including Boner the dog - does nothing to dampen the hot sex.  Oblivious to their surroundings, their attention raptly concentrated on one another, each horny dude only has eyes for the cock in his face, though they all spend more time sucking than they do looking.

Scene three is a major orgy scene, with various and sundry master-and-slave pairings, three-, four-, and five-ways in front of a towel-clad group of onlookers at the Unicorn Club.  In a nod to the integrity of the directors, several studly participants have their faces blurred to conceal their identities.  This in no way detracts from the titillation factor as it examines the possibility of anyone winding up in a porno video just by frequenting a local sex club.

The finale is a table-turning three-way with International Mr. Drummer 1996 Kyle Brandon, the everhard Jim Buck and the Mephistophelean Cannon toying with the notion of roles and their reversal (a submissive top and dominant, aggressive bottoms?) in a subterranean dungeon. Brandon is in charge, and he and Cannon turn Buck into their boy toy, forcing him to perform all manner of acts.  They restrain him, tease him, suck him and stick their cocks in his face.  They make him eat out their asses before he fucks one and then the other royally.  After getting fucked, Cannon gets strapped to a torture wheel so he can watch as Brandon gets what he has been waiting for, a fuck of his own.  Check out Buck in the awesome leather mummification gear.  Gushers and geysers all, every cumshot is a winner.  One wonders though, how a Prince Albert manages to not puncture a condom, especially with the sex so rough and relentless.

The bedeviled participants in this volatile tape are paragons of their type, the counter-culture leatherman.  He is aloof, he is mysterious and he is always ready to get it on.

It should be mentioned that several technical elements set this tape apart from the pack.  The music by Brandy Dalton of another is hypnotic and sexy.  It's fuck music.  Combined with the groaning of the sex scenes and the primal growling of another track, the sound editing sets the stage for the mood created by the directors.  Chicago scenery is used minimally but to maximum effect, the high-tech architecture concealing the decadence beneath.  In a creative editing decision, illustrations by John Macy begin many scenes by coming to life and turning into the video.

Potential pre-noms abound, including, but not limited to: Best Gay Video; Best Directors, Cam and Kirsch; Best Editor, Tab Lloyd (especially the elevator scene); Best Gay Sex Scene, with Cannon, Brandon and Buck, Best Musical Score, and Best Gay Boxcover Concept.