Master Plan - Dee Dee Ramone
Move along. There's nothing to see here. Seriously. Go away.
I know you did not come to this website looking for my opinion on the world wide farce that went down at Riot Fest this weekend. I just KNOW you did not come here looking to see what I thought about that... you can't be serous.
Do I gotta be the voice of Honesty here? Seriously?
Fine, fuck it. I'll say it.
While the rest of the world has their tongue planted firmly up the Misfits collective asses right now, I personally couldn't be more ashamed and disgusted at what an obvious cash grab ass fuck it was. Wow. I mean, was Doyle's guitar even plugged in? Seemed like his guitar playing theatrics weren't quite meshing up to what was coming out of the amps. The guy hidden off to the side, he could be heard loud and clear, and it seemed like it was only his playing coming through the PA, but hey, what do I know? And the coffins and giant pumpkins were the great stage set up Glenn was bragging about in Rolling Stone? Wowsers. I mean, when has that shit rag Rolling Stone magazine ever been right about how good a band is? Taylor Swift? The Black Keys? Miley Cyrus? Don't they praise Kanye West as a musical genius? Yeah, I'll just leave that right there. And this is now the standard we measure things against, huh? How sad.
And let me be the first to say that Dave Lombardo is NOT the drummer for this band. His missed accents and fills and rolls were embarrassing. It was almost like he never heard a Misfits song until 2 weeks ago, when he started rehearsing with the band. Even Doyle said he sucked. Boooooooo.
Yeah, fuck the Misfits. I'm not even touching on Danzig's voice, which wasn't half bad, considering he was trying to sing in some gut hiding leather corset of sorts. He still looked like an over stuffed Italian sausage, but he didn't sound too shabby. Probably the best part of the set was hearing him singing all those classic Misfits tunes. Ahhhh, memories. Nostalgia for nostalgia's sake. I can still walk around with my Punk Rock elitist head held high and say that I saw the Misfits, the real Misfits, all original members, not some karaoke act billing itself as "The Original Misfits". No Robo no Misfits. You know it and I know it. Same petty BS with Guns N' Roses - No Izzy and Steven, no real Guns N' Roses reunion. There's a difference between seeing a band when they're dangerously scary and talented and good, and then seeing some members of that same band cashing in to pay a mortgage or ex wives alimony millions of years later. I mean, I get it, but I don't have to like it.
It's a shame that most people don't get that, because they're in a constant nostalgia hunt that leads them to the road heading backwards, instead of looking to the here and now and seeing what great bands are around presently, bands that are not ass kisses and playing the oldies circuit with the heroes of the past. Fuck that.
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