I like Twisted Sister.
Would you like to present a counter?
OK, I’m gonna do this for the benefit of yearsofdecay. Listen up and listen good, kiddo, cos it’s only going to come around once. This is how one argues one’s point on a message board.
Ahem…
“Present a counter”?
Oh dear lord come again. Talk about beating a dead horse, Gypsie-Nash. Look at your computer screen Gunnar. Now look slightly to the right. See that pad with the funny markings and numerals scribbled higgeldy piggeldy all over the front? That’s a calendar, son. Now look at the date on the calender. See how it says 2015!?!?! 2015. That’s the year we’re talking about. The year we happen to be living in right now.
So - pray tell - what business does a sad sack of shit band like Twisted Sister have in 2015??
Remember Care Bears? Reebok Pumps? Pac Man? Scott Baio?!?!? Ring any bells here? What would all of the aforementioned have in common with Twisted Sister? Huh? Think about it for just a second. What might they ALL have in common??
I’ll tell you what - they went the way of the fucken dinosaur THAT"S WHAT!!
Jesus H. Worthington Christ what kind of feeble assed shit are you trying to pull here? You insult our collective intelligence by introducing this shit into the mx? Brother you need to get it sorted and get it sorted quick.
Look around - see anyone rockin’ out to The Sister do you? No. And for good reason too. We’re Not Gonna Take It. I Wanna Rock. Heavy Metal Christmas. This shit is worse than a coked out Jerry Bruckheimer teaming up to make a “sure fire mega hit” with a (post Golden Child) Eddie Murphy and the fat kid from The Goonies - and with a soundtrack as sung by Men At Work to boot.
Embarrassing nonsense.
It’s just poofy haired 80’s rubbish. A relic from a forgotten age, like Don Johnson in a shampoo commercial or day-glo leg warmers. Buddy, this shit just doesn’t float here. Not here and not anywhere that I know of.
Twisted sister - One part Kiss, two parts AC / DC and just a smidge of Alice Cooper. How “original”. How “bodacious”. It’s enough to make one watch an episode of He Man while tucking into a bucket of Pizza flavoured Doritos and a Tab Cola.
It’s not cute. It’s not radical. It’s just sad.
Sometimes ya just gotta let go of that childhood blankie and embrace the new.
See. That’s how you do it. That’s how you make your case. Fight for what you believe in. Now you have a go. You have a go, Charlie.
Pappa will be so proud. So proud.