Flesh Magnet, by Doug Gallob, is a cheap, poorly-maintained roller coaster thrill ride, administered by a smelly, disheveled, stubble-bearded, cigar smoking, whiskey soaked carnie geek - only less smelly. It's a weird, eclectic ride through a twisted mind, through landscapes of rock and blues to avante-garde and country western. Notice - Once you lock your lap belt, you can't step off the ride.