With the bar raised high. B-Batch speps to the mic to deliver Misfits sing-along "Last Caress" We all know Brian can look like Danzig and the boyz but can he sound like them?
Shit, man; His mama din't raise no dummy! Owen wisely steps backwards to exit the stage to let Brian "Goldenballs" Battjer bask in rökk gloree! Extra points for that nastee grimace. Noice!
Proprietor and emcee "Owen the Brummie" gives madd props where madd props is due with a double index finger hail. This was the exact moment where the Arlene Grocery foundations were thoroughly shaken for the first of four times on that fateful evening.
One dude in the front row was so overcome by my re-voicing of 'Maidens' tale of the subjugation of the indigenous North American tribes, he actually reached out with a view to tweak my trouser schnauzer. Possibly to check if I was for real.
Myself, O.G (Original Grantster) getting stuck in to the 'Maiden Klässik "Run to the Hills" I wasn't reading off that lyric sheet, Holmes; I was fanning off the front row as they swooned from my hot, hot heat.
