In 1987 all my hesher friends talked about Metallica. The death of Cliff Burton in the heels of the masterpiece album "master of puppets". In every magazine that covered metal were photos of the band and their guitars adorned with Misfits stickers (Jeff Hanneman of Slayer turned me onto the Dead Kennedys in the same way) Metallica released their "garage days re-revisited" ep that year and I loved it, they covered a couple of misfits songs on it, I went out right away and bought the misfits cassette of "earth a.d." which contained one of those songs and I just didn't get it (though I loved the black cassette) Stubborn as I was to appreciate something my heroes appreciated I gave the #Misfits one more try and bought "walk among us" based on the album cover. I immediately fell in love with the choruses and "woah oh oh"s. It was dark, violent and poppy (for lack of a better word). Everything about the band's aesthetic was awesome: skulls and black garb. It was an easy transition for a metal head. I painted the band's logo on a denim vest I was emotionally dependent on and the next day at school an older terrifying punk kid at school pointed it out and asked me if I knew of a bunch of band's names he rattled off at me. I sheepishly said "no". The very next day I was handed a cassette with Samhain's "November's coming fire" and The Damned's "machine gun etiquette ". It's funny how many times my life has been changed by strangers handing me tapes.
There are other Misfits albums and Danzig projects I grew to love more but this is my nostalgic entry point.
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