Are they really angry?

So I’m here at the Misfits show in London doing what I normally do … watch.

I watch as the opening act surfs the crowd looking for breasts under the shroud of black. A whisper in the ear is all it seems to take and the shroud is lifted in the back of the windowless van downstairs. Is she angry … will she be someday…why the smile little girl.

Lots of screaming up here - slamdancing or do the kids call it moshing now. It used to be we were trampling on the heads of serpents…exposing lies.

Lots of attitude but the kind that leaves when you lie in your own bed alone.

So the jurys out for me on the revolution…but I still have hope

Signing out - the Hustler