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Thanks to covers of the Misfits' "Last Caress" and "Green Hell" on Metallica's Garage Days Re-Revisited EP, a new legion of fans, or "fiends" as the group calls 'em, is investigating this highly influential horror-punk outfit. Between 1977 and 1984, the Misfits put out a classic assemblage of indie-released singles, EPs and albums that now commands gross prices from collectors.
Former Misfits brain trust Glenn Danzig, currently renowned as a steroid-addled, heavy-metal buffoon, pulled the plug on this Frankenstein monster in 1985, about the same time he lost his sense of humor. Since then, Danzig's disposition has alternated between acute embarrassment and paternal pride for his participation in the band.
This spring, he sold the Misfits' entire back catalogue to Caroline Records. The New York label wasted no time putting the music back into circulation with its recent four-CD boxed set The Misfits, posthumously packaging the discs in a glossy black coffin that would nicely accommodate a Ken doll if you lopped off its head. The music makes a strong case for giving the group its rightful place alongside the Sex Pistols, the Clash and the Ramones in the punk-rock pantheon.
Danzig didn't want anything to do with the retrospective beyond furnishing Caroline with the correct lyrics, and he's reportedly miffed that the inlay booklet features some decidedly cherubic shots of his younger, scrawnier self.
Unlike his former partner, original Misfits bassist Jerry Only doesn't want to see the band roll over and stay dead. He's waged a ten-year legal battle with Danzig to wrest control of the group's name so he can finally squeeze some revenue from the sale of Misfits music and merchandise. Under a new settlement, Jerry and his brother P.C. Doyle, Misfits guitarist since 1981, are free to perform the Misfits' music live but not to reproduce any of it on recordings.
And so a re-formed, sans-Danzig Misfits is set to roll down "barren fields on the Arizona plains," just like the "Teenagers From Mars" Glenn used to sing about.
Filling in for Danzig's vocal skullduggery is Mike Graves, a 21-year-old Jerseyite who no doubt has been listening and loving the group's sonic splatter 'n' splendor since his playpenned youth.
"Nah," Graves counters. "I never listened to the Misfits. I was familiar with a couple of the songs. My brother listened to them when we skated together."
So maybe Graves isn't the foremost authority on the Misfits. But who is--Jerry Only? His role in the original band was almost purely cosmetic. Even Graves knows that. "Jerry's main contribution to the band was the image," he says.
Consider that when Danzig wasn't busy writing and singing all the material, he created the group's logos and artwork. Jerry and Doyle, meanwhile, worked off most of their creative impulses in their dad's machine shop making knives. So the idea of Jerry and Doyle carrying the Misfits torch without so much as penning a lousy B-side in the past is like Reggie and Jughead running around saying they're the Archies.
Asked what Jerry's contribution to the Misfits was besides simply being there, Graves the rookie ventures, "Sometimes, Glenn couldn't come up with a line for the songs and Jerry and Doyle would help him out. And Jerry did a lot of the arranging."
Danzig saw it differently in a 1986 issue of Thrasher.
"Jerry didn't care about playing fifths or octave notes or runs or anything," maintained Danzig. "Live, if he forgot where he was, he would just let everyone bang on the bass." In the same interview, Danzig says he formed his first post-Misfits band Samhain simply because he was writing material "Jerry could never play in his wildest imagination."
In 1983, the monster known as "artistic differences" began lurking about the Misfits camp. Besides Danzig's irritation with Jerry's bass playing, there was also the group's reluctance to tackle any subject matter beyond the scope of Fangoria magazine. When Danzig's baby-boomer political conscience surfaced on "Who Killed Marilyn?", the other Misfits passed on the tune. ("Well, Glenn, maybe if we had Mothra in cahoots with the Kennedys and the LAPD, it could work. But, like this, I dunno.")
Danzig recorded the song solo and put it out on the anniversary of the starlet's overdose, signaling an imminent end for the Misfits.
"I think Glenn grew out of [the band]," says his replacement. "He wanted to go in a different direction, which is cool. I think Danzig is more a mature music."
A few days spent alternating between playing Misfits records, then Danzig records, back and forth, begins to reveal where it all went so horribly wrong. Put the blame on the night-and-day difference between punk and metal. Where heavy metal depends on hero worship, punk is all about inclusion. The Misfits' earliest hard-core experiment "Mommy, Can I Go Out and Kill Tonight?" let every pogoing punk within earshot put himself on the receiving end of maternal permission. We're all psycho, Mommy! No one has to feel left out.