In honor of Halloween...

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Click here for bunny kisses.

I'm very excited to get you guys to listen to this album. Horror punk at its finest. We all know Danzig is kind of a douche bag, but boy can that man make some killer music! Wait...maybe he's a really nice guy and just misundertood? Anyway, this is a perfect album to listen to while you and your friends drink cheap beer in the woods. Enjoy Novembers Coming Fire.

13 Crimson Ghosts - A surf tribute to the Misfits

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Click here for too much horror business!

In life there are some pleasures that cannot be described in words. Fortunately, this is one of them that really can be. So much so in fact, that their old bassist has taken it upon himself to bootleg this album on his own and not share any profits with the band. Heck, their own website describes him as an asshole.

I can't say that I blame him though. I mean, this is probably thee most fantastic tribute album I've ever heard....and it's instrumental at that!

When I first popped this in I immediately cracked a wide smile. These guys are so rad to have created this masterpiece. After hearing this album you should go out there and buy more from them because it's really clear that this band doesn't simply make surf rock...they do their homework too!

Oh Glenn, won'tcha rock it like you used to?

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Anyone who has read the early posts in this blog knows that the Misfits are one of my favorite bands to ever have recorded music. However, in 1983 this band rose from the ashes of the long defunct Misfits and I couldn't have been a happier little man. Now by default, Samhain is also one of my favorite bands too. To be honest, I became a little distant right when Danzig went solo and became a metal maniac.

Enjoy: Initium

Here's the update. Also, here's some Misfits to continue this slow series.

To get the meat to you before I offer up the potatoes...

Here's an update on the wonderful real, non-internet world.

Mrs. Robot is still away. She's with her terminally ill mother in Watertown, MA. She's been away for over a week and kids, I gotta tell ya, I'm dying over here. Most husbands would be thrilled and invite every single beer-swilling bud they've got, but not me. No sir!

I wish she was here with her belly. Oh my goodness, have I even mentioned that I have gotten the love of my life knocked up? Oh yeah, she's a milk factory in the making.

We're having twin girls! So please, creepy dudes, stay away!

That being said, I think I've given you all of the personal info that I needed to today.

Please enjoy: The Misfits Box set #2

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The Misfits got me through high school.

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Click here to go where eagles dare.











I remember when I was in the, oh I don't know...5th grade, maybe? I had a cream colored leather jacket that because of the color didn't scream "Beware! Dangerous punk guy coming!" All of the other rockers at school wore black motorcycle jackets with their Judas Priest t-shirts. Me on the other hand, I wore this light colored members only style leather and an athletic grey tee that said "Hitler's World Tour" complete with the dates and town names where he did his buisness. In hindsight, I was an idiot for wearing a Hitler shirt, but at the time when being a young punk meant pissing off everyone, this shirt definitely fit the bill. The only sad part was I didn't even know exactly what Nazi's were and I asked my mom to get me the shirt because I had seen the Swastika worn by some British punk bands I liked. Anyway, I remember going to school one day wearing this very un-tough cream jacket along with the Nazi shirt. Nobody said a thing. Not the teachers. Not the principle. Heck, not even the crossing guard! I was largely ignored until one day I recieved a sticker in the mail from a fan club. This wasn't your ordinary fan club. No sir, this sticker bore the logo of the Misfits Fiend Club. I was so happy to get this little gift and quickly peeled it off the backing and placed it smack on the chest of that boring old jacket. That sticker must've had some magical hatred dust on it because I went to school the next day and as soon as I walked into class the teacher laid eyes on me, called my name, and sent me to the principals office. The next thing I know, I'm surrounded by my teacher, the principal, and for some reason, the school nurse. All of them looking down at me with disdain. All of them shaking their heads. All of them silent. Silent until my teacher broke the deafening quiet and said "Why would you wear such a thing to school? Does your mother know you have this on today?"



I don't really remember my answer, but looking back, isn't it sad that a young boy could go to school wearing a Nazi shirt unnoticed, but the minute he wears a Misfits patch he's a condemned man?

I've always regretted the whole Nazi tee stupidity, but the Misfits are something that I'll never apologize for.