KERRANG! #647, May 10, 1997 --------------------------- THE MISFITS - AMERICAN PSYCHO (4 out of 5) There are cult bands and then there are cult bands - and The Misfits are probably one of the most notorious and influential of all. Formed in 1977 by bassist Jerry Only and vocalist Glenn Danzig, the New Jersey outfit put out a handful of classic crash-bang-wallop punk records which now fetch quite ludicrous sums of money, and promptly split up in 1983 before more than a handful of spiky-haired oiks had even heard of them. Danzig went on to have a sense of humour bypass and a successful solo career, and that perhaps would have been the end of it were it not for the fact that Soundgarden, Guns N' Roses and - most notoriously - Metallica cut cover versions that raised The Misfits' profile to legendary status. If The Misfits had sold as many records while they were around as they did bootleg T-shirts and patches after they split, then they'd have been bigger than God. Up until now, that's the way most people thought it should have stayed - you shouldn't even try to recreate something like that. When news filtered through that The Misfits had reformed without Danzig, the only thing louder than the cries of dismay were the gales of laughter. But somehow, The Misfits have managed to return from the dead with two new members, and knocked out an album that, while perhaps not classic, certainly doesn't bring shame to their glorious legacy of brutality. The new drummer is Dr Chud, and he hits things hard, which is what drummers generally do. The new vocalist - one Michael Graves -on the other hand, has much to live up to. And do we dig Graves? Well, his voice isn't buried quite so deep as his predecessor's was, but he certainly gets away with it. And, aside from occasionally sounding alarmingly similar to Wolfsbane, all the songs stick pretty close to what fans would expect. It's still crash-bang-wallop topped off with a bunch of 'Woh-oh' Hammer Horror choruses and about dead dudes and all things spooky. There's even a nod to their past with a track called 'Walk Among Us'. True, American Psycho lacks a Last Caress, Skulls or Hatebreeders but it's big, dumb fun - just like their recent London show. It could have all gone wrong, like the pathetic 'Munsters Today' TV show which attempted to feed of it's '60s predecessor like an ugly, bloated leech. Instead, we get something more akin to 'Addams Family Values', not the same as the black-and -white original but well worth checking out all the same.