Alright, gang, I hope you all have a great Labor Day. I'm off today to (hopefully) get to the airport on time to board a plane to the Lone Star state for the purposes of visiting my in-laws and collecting my wife and children who've been down there for the past two weeks. Please pardon the lapse in regular programming while I'm gone.
In the interim, please enjoy this furious little nugget from the classic lineup of The Misfits. Every time I'm Texas-bound, this song lodges itself firmly in my brain. This particular performance of it dates back to 1983 and is endearingly played at about five times the speed of the already quite stealthy studio rendition. Glen Danzig can barely spit the verses out in time before the boys have rocketed into the chorus. Talk about endurance. The video quality isn't great, but you'll get the idea. It's extraordinary. We shall not their like again. Turn it up.
If you're unfamiliar with this pretty little ditty, you can hear t
he original version by clicking here, accompanied by some tastelessly bloody and profane graphics that ought to please conspiracy theorists and gore-heads alike. You were warned.
Have a nice, long weekend.
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