![]() Concrete digs into your fingers as you leap to the ledge of the mausoleum. You leap into the driver’s side door of the wrecked truck and crawl through the shattered windshield, onto the smashed up hood, just narrowly escaping the claws and jaws of the undead. “Hustle up, Spew,” you think as you pull free of the grasps of the hungry horde. “Happy House” by Siouxsie And The Banshees “Said on a Wednesday evening there's sure gonna be a fight!”ġ2. None of the blows register, and they just keep coming. You kick and punch haphazardly at your encroaching assailants but to no avail. Your relief is short lived as you sense movement in your periphery, and cruddy corpses encircle you. The fuzzy guitars and haughty vocals of The Rezillos inspire you to fight as you push the mortifying matron with all your might, sending her tumbling backwards and cracking her skull on a nearby grave maker. “Somebody’s Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight” by The Rezillos ![]() ![]() It’s all kinds of alarming but, hey, at least you’re leading. Your scuffle becomes a shuffle as both parties step from side to side in a ghastly dance. She grabs you by your leather jacket and begins to snap her jaws, as you fight with all your might to hold the beast at bay. “Nuclear reactor, boom boom boom boom.”Īs the drums of the next track bang in your ears, you realize the bludgeoning you attempted had little effect on this reanimated corpse bride. Things are weird and getting worse as the song implies but the vicissitude from calm to calamity has not yet dawned on you. Morbid curiosity has you bounding to the bouncy beat of Suburban Lawns towards the destruction before they send someone to clean it all up. Transfixed by the wreckage you notice a neon green, viscous fluid pouring from the punctured drums that fell from the cargo truck and are now strewn throughout the burial grounds. The sudden impact causing the driver to lose control of the vehicle and barrel through the wrought iron fence of the cemetery, bulldozing headstones, and crashing headlong into a massive mausoleum in the center of the memorial park just as Tony Reflex forebodingly utters “our days of wreckless fun are through” in your ears. You shield your eyes from the fire in the dusky lavender sky as the burning rock careens and collides with the hood of a M939 Military cargo truck. Loitering across the street from a spooky boneyard (as one does), you see a spark in the sky just as the ethereal twang of Frank Agnew’s guitar strums in your ears. Probably another boring night in Anytown, USA but let’s beat feet on the concrete and see what we meet.Ģ. Nothing speaks to that teenage malaise of the time like “Livin’ In The 80’s” by the Zero Boys with all of singer Paul Mahern’s snide snottiness to fuel your aimless saunter. When you're a punk kid and you’ve got nothing to do (which is pretty much always) you grab your boots and your favorite mixtape and you hit the streets to see where the action is.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |