Misfits
American Psycho

THE REVIEW

In 1997, the resurrected Jerry Only decided to reboot a cult band for the majority of punks (and not just for them alone). After recruiting three new comrades, Michael Graves (vocals), Dr. Chud (drums), and Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein (guitar), our cheerful bassist released a new work under the Misfits brand, namely: "American Psycho".

Without further ado, I would move on to the analysis of the aforementioned musical product. The first thing that catches the listener's ear is the album's slightly Thrash attitude (a term to be taken with a grain of salt, do not expect Slayer-like outbursts, Mustaine-like solos, or Anthrax-type riffs) which nicely mitigates the ever-present horror-punk attitude of the band, a true trademark of the Misfits since their very first sounds. The songs (there are seventeen in total) are simple, immediate, short in duration, and played with visceral passion and a desire to have fun.

The tracks I would like to highlight are: "Dig Up Her Bones", "Resurrection", and "Shining", a choice solely driven by my personal musical taste, as all the compositions maintain a very high standard and do not become boring. To conclude, I would recommend this album to almost everyone and especially to those who want to relax for a little less than half an hour and immerse themselves in these atmospheres of 1950s American horror cinema, which today make us, individuals accustomed to far different "atrocities," laugh heartily.

P.S. Some might accuse me of not discussing much about the Misfits legend and their historic singer Glen Danzig, but let me say in my defense that I refrained from doing so to avoid the already-heard and the obligatory celebration of a glorious but now distant past.