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Rating: An icon is an icon, whether painted on canvas or carved in stone. For those who need comfort for their weaknesses and fears of living, it could be a madonna or a christ, in Trapani as well as in Rio, or a Shiva for a shepherd in Kathmandu or a fisherman in Mumbai.
Here, the Misfits are an icon. Beyond being so for their music, punk or horror-punk, the genre to which they belong. Beyond being so for their look made of muscles, drooping mohawks, and tattoos. Beyond being the true first band of the singer Glenn Danzig, now a legendary sprite in the history of metal, a gruesome hybrid between an aspiring Jim Morrison and an Elvis on acid. They are an icon simply because, without ever topping the charts, they have created a cult following through generations, each one seduced by that raw and unpolished approach to the material. Only attitude and a huge skull. Which became their icon and printed everywhere. It hardly matters if after only two albums and a slew of minute-long shards, the band broke up due to Danzig's whims.
The seed was already sown and would take root over time, even if they would return to producing music for real only after fourteen years with the release of this "American Psycho". In the meantime, the microphone landed in the skeletal hands of a little-known but suitable Michale Graves, who squeezes his throat in both the typical whooa-whooa that threads through many tracks and in the more trash and hardcore assaults (see "Crimson Ghost", "Blacklight", or "Hate The Living, Love The Dead").
Sometimes the ghost of old acquaintances resurfaces more evidently, like when it seems you hear the spitfire guitar riff of the Iron Maiden in "Mars Attacks" or when the Ramones and their sticky choruses rise from the ashes in "Resurrection". Anyway, you willingly forgive these licenses, rewarded by a handful of little gems like the same "Mars Attacks", "Shining", and primarily "Dig Up Her Bones", which jumps high above the others and has a perfect chorus to memorize and scream...maybe from the grave as per the script. Finally, there is a wrong trajectory: the weak "Day Of The Dead", which, if nothing else, intrigues for being a '50s chord progression dressed in Halloween. Zero brains, a hundred fun.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Walk Among Us (01:23)
They'll find pieces of you
scattered on the ground
I am the madman in your dreams
We are the evil ones
We need the planet to demonstrate
We want your body to incubate
Begin the breeding of an alien superior race
That in which will ultimately dominate
Give into what you cannot fight
Walk Among Us! Walk Among Us!
The abductions have already begun
All around us we've infected someone you love
Initiate the start of an alien war
We're already one!
Give into what you cannot fight
Walk Among Us! Walk Among Us!
05 The Hunger (01:43)
We become... Erupt in violence
Destroy the silence
Our time has come - Go!
We are the outcasted ancient descendants
The ones who've been calling and
Would you still die for the dead yet still living
Starved of a time that's now come
We are the children... The hungry children
We become... erupt in violence
Seduce the silence
Our time has come - Go!
We are the kindred Hell's
ancient descendants slaves
begging the night not to go...
Would you still die for?
The dead yet still living
Starved of a life that's now gone
We are the children, the hungry children
(We become...)
The blood quench the hunger
The blood quench the hunger
The blood quench the hunger
07 Dig Up Her Bones (03:01)
Anything is what she is
Anywhere is where she's from
Anything is what she'll be
Anything as long as it's mine
And the door it opened a way back in
Or is it way back out???
Anyplace is where she'll be
Anyplace she'll see you from
Lies and secrets become your world
Anytime, anywhere, she takes me away
And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose that's been burned by her son
Chorus:
Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones
I have seen the demon's face
I have heard of her death place
I fall down on my knees
In Praise of the...
Horrible things that take her away
And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose that's been burned by her son
Chorus:
Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones
Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones
Bones
08 Blacklight (01:27)
A pounding pulse stirs anxious feelings inside
Sick breaths of undead life
Help me angel evil cried
The children of the night
Take this wasted mortal life
Melt me into blacklight
Lie on the floor and let the body die
Become the beasts in which you fear
Help me angel evil cried
The children of the night
Take this wasted mortal life
Melt me into blacklight
Help me angel evil cried
The children of the night
Take this wasted mortal life
Melt me into blacklight
On
Go
09 Resurrection (01:29)
Complications inside of me reminds me that
My heart won't always beat
The ugly face of death that's smiling
At my rotting teeth
I will die here in this sorrow
I was waiting for tomorrow
Palpitate the pulse until
You feel your heart explode against the wall
Talk about me,
Laugh about me,
Cry about me,
Nail me to the cross
I'll be a martyr for the hated
The weak, the ugly, the lost
I will die here in this sorrow
I won't wait for your tomorrow
Palpitate the pulse until
You resurrect my soul from the wall
Talk about me,
Laugh about me,
Cry about me,
Nail me to the cross
11 Crimson Ghost (02:01)
I know your every move behind this face
I have control over expendable
When confrontation comes down to the wire
I'll use my cyclotrode to commence the fire
You're never gonna get me
Being followed, I get quick to the chase
I take my cyclotrode right out of the case
Atomic force electrocutes your motor
Leaving dead in flames - I always escape!
You're never gonna get me
I'm the Crimson Ghost!
16 Shining (02:59)
Control the urge to spit up vile worms... soul
Monsters seduced by her attention
Try draining the infection
Locked in a world of bile soaked skin... Heaven
Monsters seduced by her attention
She's draining the infection
Carol Anne the beast is calling
Carol Anne, Carol Anne she can hear souls sing
Carol Anne the beast it needs you
Here it comes, here it comes
Reaching out somewhere from inside your TV
Control the urge to spit up vile worms... soul
Monsters seduced by her attention
Try draining the infection
Carol Anne the beast is calling
Carol Anne, Carol Anne she can hear souls sing
Carol Anne the beast it needs you
Here it comes, here it comes
Reaching out somewhere from inside your TV
Carol Anne the beast is calling
Carol Anne, Carol Anne she can hear souls sing
Carol Anne the beast it needs you
Here it comes, here it comes
Reaching out somewhere from inside your TV
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By ChaosA.D.
The songs are simple, immediate, short in duration, and played with visceral passion and a desire to have fun.
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.
