In honour of the imminent Hallowe’en celebrations, the return of the wonderful Walking Dead to our screens and also in a pathetic attempt to breathe life into a dying blog I’ve decided to embark on a journey of undead musical mayhem. For the next week I’ll be attempting to post one zombie-related song per day for your listening, dancing and brain-eating pleasure. Don’t worry, it’s not going to be a metal-fest (although, yeah, most tracks will be deliciously heavy), the only stipulation for inclusion is that the artist or song must contain the word ‘zombie’, ‘undead’ or related phrases.
To kick us off I’ll go with (I think) the second zombie song I ever owned. The Misfits were a huge influence on me back in the day, combining as they did scuzzy garage punk, horror imagery, ridiculous costumery and a love of the sort of sleazy, backroads Americana so beloved of Rob Zombie (much more on him later in the week…). Their more recent output has been pretty fair but they doubtless peaked back in the days with Glen ‘The Mental Midget’ Danzig at the forefront. Sure, the songs may sound like they were recorded inside a dustbin and mixed on a ZX Spectrum by a bunch of boozed-up sloths, but they could rock a tune out. The contrast between the rather sweet, 50’s-esque vocal melody and the gleefully gruesome lyrical content (“Your face drops in a pile of flesh and your heart, heart pounds till it pumps in death”) is just beautiful.
Enjoy “Astro Zombies”, and rememeber – Prime Directive: Exterminate the whole human race!