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irish blood english heart re-up gang, we here to run this shit my chickens, keep cluckin on the banks of the old raritan we're gonna march till you lose don't call it a comeback put the blood on me i would have slit my wrists if it wasn't for rock ... all the beating drums, the celebration guns all the beating drums, the celebration guns Monday, March 17, 2008
you better think about it baby:
Someone once said you can tell a lot about a person by what era Bob Dylan s/he identifies with. The same could be said about the Misfits.
For a very long time I was a Walk Among Us partisan. Conventional? Perhaps. After all, there we have the classic Misfits lineup (Danzig, Only, Steele, Robo) and the moment where they came into their sound. Static Age is a little too undercooked, Earth A.D. a charred husk. On Walk Among Us you get all the good horror-punk songs: "20 Eyes," "Martian," "Astro Zombies," "Hatebreeders," "Skulls," etc. Slap "Where Eagles Dare," "Bullet" and "Who Killed Marilyn" on that sucker and it's all you need to know about the Misfits. These days, though? Whenever I've put the Misfits folder of my iPod on shuffle I've been surprised how much I like the Earth A.D. tracks. I recognize that they're the most egregious aspects of the Misfits' catalogue and the milk is past the sell-by date. But, I mean, c'mon: "Hellhound"? "Queen Wasp"? "Devilock"? "Green Hell"? Don't front. Mom, someone put a doo-wop song in my thrashcore! What does this say about me? That I'm pissed off and I'm losing all sense of perspective. --Spencer Ackerman
Not sure I buy the premise. Even the more headbangery types like Walk Among Us better. |