Un'icona è un'icona, dipinta su tela o scolpita su roccia che sia. Per chi ha bisogno di un conforto per le proprie debolezze e paure di vivere può essere una madonna o un cristo, a Trapani così come a Rio, oppure uno Shiva per un pastore di Kathmandu o per un pescatore di Mumbai.

Ecco, i Misfits sono un'icona. Al di là dell'esserlo per la loro musica, il punk, o horror-punk, genere a cui appartengono. Al di là dell'esserlo per il loro look fatto di muscoli, creste cascanti e tatuaggi. Al di là dell'essere stata la vera prima band del cantante Glenn Danzig, ormai leggendario folletto della storia del metal, ibrido raccapricciante tra un aspirante Jim Morrison ed un Elvis sotto acido. Sono un'icona semplicemente perchè, senza sfondare mai le classifiche, hanno creato un sottobosco di cultori attraverso le generazioni, ognuno di loro sedotto da quell'approccio sporco e privo di virtù alla materia. Solo attitudine ed un teschio grande così. Diventato la loro icona e stampato dovunque. Poco importa se dopo soli due dischi e una vagonata di schegge di pochi secondi il gruppo si sciolse in seguito ai capricci di Danzig.

Il seme ormai era gettato e avrebbe attecchito nel corso del tempo, anche se loro sarebbero tornati a produrre musica per davvero solo dopo quattordici anni proprio con la pubblicazione di questo "American Psycho". Il microfono intanto è finito nelle mani scheletriche di un semisconosciuto ma adatto Michale Graves che spreme l'ugola sia nei tipici whooa-whooa che fanno da filo conduttore di tanti pezzi, sia negli assalti più trash e hardcore (vedi "Crimson Ghost", "Blacklight" o "Hate The living, Love The Dead").

A volte il fantasma di vecchie conoscenze riaffiora più evidentemente, come quando ti sembra di sentire gli Iron Maiden sputati sparare un loro riff di chitarra in "Mars Attacks" o quando risorgono dalle ceneri i Ramones e i loro cori appiccicosi in "Resurrection". Comunque perdoni queste licenze volentieri, ripagato da una manciata di piccoli gioielli come la stessa "Mars Attacks", "Shining" e in primis "Dig Up Her Bones", che fa un balzo in alto su tutte le altre e ha un coro perfetto da memorizzare e urlare...magari dalla tomba come da copione. Infine una traiettoria sbagliata c'è: la debole "Day Of The Dead", che, se non altro, incuriosisce per essere una progressione di accordi anni '50 rivestita da Halloween. Zero cervello, cento spasso.

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01   Abominable Dr. Phibes (01:41)

(instrumental)

02   American Psycho (02:06)

03   Speak of the Devil (01:47)

04   Walk Among Us (01:23)

They'll find pieces of you
scattered on the ground
I am the madman in your dreams
We are the evil ones

We need the planet to demonstrate
We want your body to incubate
Begin the breeding of an alien superior race
That in which will ultimately dominate

Give into what you cannot fight
Walk Among Us! Walk Among Us!

The abductions have already begun
All around us we've infected someone you love
Initiate the start of an alien war
We're already one!

Give into what you cannot fight
Walk Among Us! Walk Among Us!

05   The Hunger (01:43)

We become... Erupt in violence
Destroy the silence
Our time has come - Go!

We are the outcasted ancient descendants
The ones who've been calling and
Would you still die for the dead yet still living
Starved of a time that's now come
We are the children... The hungry children

We become... erupt in violence
Seduce the silence
Our time has come - Go!

We are the kindred Hell's
ancient descendants slaves
begging the night not to go...
Would you still die for?
The dead yet still living
Starved of a life that's now gone

We are the children, the hungry children

(We become...)
The blood quench the hunger
The blood quench the hunger
The blood quench the hunger

06   From Hell They Came (02:16)

07   Dig Up Her Bones (03:01)

Anything is what she is
Anywhere is where she's from
Anything is what she'll be
Anything as long as it's mine

And the door it opened a way back in
Or is it way back out???

Anyplace is where she'll be
Anyplace she'll see you from
Lies and secrets become your world
Anytime, anywhere, she takes me away

And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose that's been burned by her son

Chorus:
Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones

I have seen the demon's face
I have heard of her death place
I fall down on my knees
In Praise of the...
Horrible things that take her away

And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose that's been burned by her son

Chorus:
Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones
Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones
Bones

08   Blacklight (01:27)

A pounding pulse stirs anxious feelings inside
Sick breaths of undead life

Help me angel evil cried
The children of the night
Take this wasted mortal life
Melt me into blacklight

Lie on the floor and let the body die
Become the beasts in which you fear

Help me angel evil cried
The children of the night
Take this wasted mortal life
Melt me into blacklight

Help me angel evil cried
The children of the night
Take this wasted mortal life
Melt me into blacklight

On
Go

09   Resurrection (01:29)

Complications inside of me reminds me that
My heart won't always beat
The ugly face of death that's smiling
At my rotting teeth

I will die here in this sorrow
I was waiting for tomorrow
Palpitate the pulse until
You feel your heart explode against the wall

Talk about me,
Laugh about me,
Cry about me,
Nail me to the cross
I'll be a martyr for the hated
The weak, the ugly, the lost

I will die here in this sorrow
I won't wait for your tomorrow
Palpitate the pulse until
You resurrect my soul from the wall

Talk about me,
Laugh about me,
Cry about me,
Nail me to the cross

10   This Island Earth (02:15)

11   Crimson Ghost (02:01)

I know your every move behind this face
I have control over expendable
When confrontation comes down to the wire
I'll use my cyclotrode to commence the fire

You're never gonna get me

Being followed, I get quick to the chase
I take my cyclotrode right out of the case
Atomic force electrocutes your motor
Leaving dead in flames - I always escape!

You're never gonna get me
I'm the Crimson Ghost!

12   Day of the Dead (01:49)

13   The Haunting (01:25)

14   Mars Attacks (02:28)

15   Hate the Living, Love the Dead (01:36)

16   Shining (02:59)

Control the urge to spit up vile worms... soul
Monsters seduced by her attention
Try draining the infection

Locked in a world of bile soaked skin... Heaven
Monsters seduced by her attention
She's draining the infection

Carol Anne the beast is calling
Carol Anne, Carol Anne she can hear souls sing
Carol Anne the beast it needs you
Here it comes, here it comes
Reaching out somewhere from inside your TV

Control the urge to spit up vile worms... soul
Monsters seduced by her attention
Try draining the infection

Carol Anne the beast is calling
Carol Anne, Carol Anne she can hear souls sing
Carol Anne the beast it needs you
Here it comes, here it comes
Reaching out somewhere from inside your TV

Carol Anne the beast is calling
Carol Anne, Carol Anne she can hear souls sing
Carol Anne the beast it needs you
Here it comes, here it comes
Reaching out somewhere from inside your TV

17   Don't Open 'til Doomsday / Hellnight (07:58)

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