Okay, second installment of festive tunes and this time we have the greatest Hallowe’en party band – The Misfits. Glenn Danzig’s merry bunch stalked and thrashed their way through several albums of the finest blood-soaked garage punk ever to hit the streets. Yes, the sound was often akin to listening to it through a wall of treacle. And of course it was simple. And yes, childish. This doesn’t for a second reduce the sheer energy that drips off every song, the ferocity with which instruments and mics are attacked.
Skulls is a prime example – and yes, I have for the moment eschewed their song ‘Hallowe’en’, to be included at a later date. A no-nonsense 2-minute raucous singalong, it slams the listener into the mind of a serial killer desperate for the heads of little girls with which to decorate his walls. “Demon I am and face I peel” indeed. If you enjoy this, try to track down former Lemonhead Evan Dando’s somewhat more sedate cover , all the more perverse for the earnestness which he injects into it.