With Will Haven’s wildly successful UK show taking place here in London last Friday, we’ve spent much of the past week revisiting the various bands set up by members of Will Haven while their main band was on hiatus. One of these is, of course, is the mighty sludege-doom combo, The Abominable Iron Sloth.

So it was with some surprise that we read today that Justin Godfrey, guitarist/vocalist of The Abominable Iron Sloth, was apparently jailed last night for the weirdest set of criminal offences perpetrated by a rockstar since D’Arcy Wretzky let her horses run loose.

According to reports unearthed by Lambgoat, The Abominable Iron Sloth frontman called his local police department, in Oroville, California, at 7:30am on October 27, with the specific intention of telling them not only that he was “the Angel of Death”, but that he was in possession of an assault weapon. He also told officers that he “needed a ride to a lot of places”. Y’know – just like everyone does on a Thursday morning.

Watch the video to ‘I Am The Carcass’ by The Abominable Iron Sloth:

He also told them that he’d eaten a fat load of magic mushrooms out in his front yard, which probably goes some way to explaining his behaviour. When police officers arrived at Godfrey’s house, they found him standing on the porch of his house, still on the phone to police dispatchers. He was asked surrender his weapon (which turned out to be an illegally-modified assault rifle), and to turned himself over to the police, both which he did.

One of the arresting officers, Sheriff’s Sergeant, Steve Collins, has provided some information as to the mindset of The Abominable Iron Sloth frontman just after his arrest:

“His conversations with us centered on the end of the world and what things are going to transpire.”

Oh. That doesn’t sound good at all. It sounds to us like Godfrey needs to stop taking home-grown hallucinogens, and to see a good therapist, but given that his bail was set at $30,000, it seems far more likely that he’s going to see the inside of jail cell rather than a doctor’s office.

And the moral of this story? It’s that you probably shouldn’t do drugs. Or if you do, it’s that you should make sure you don’t call the cops to tell them you’re the Angel Of Death and in possession of an illegal firearm when you’re flying as high as kite on them.