This the Blue Brothers in reverse, but I don’t think there were any Sixties television shows with Eastern European death metal theme songs that they can fall back on.
Shelley needs to remember the old nursery rhyme/dating advice:
“Arm tattoo – a snack for you!
Lower-back tattoo – you’ll dump him on date two.
Chest tattoo – he’s your sweet ba-boo!”
This is just as much Ljubljana’s fault as it was Amy’s. Even if Amy were 100% trustworthy- which anyone who knows her at all should know she isn’t- arranging this without hearing the group first was a bad idea. Of course, it’s also Tim’s fault for writing those songs, and Ryan’s fault, for going along with them. Really, the most innocent person here- at least, for a certain definition of “innocent”- is Shelley. Appearances in the last panel to the contrary.
My mind went to a particular song, because if you figure that every D has its Dirt, you might conclude equally that Every Rose Has Its Thorn (though it might depend on with what generation you identify).
Going from panel 3 expression to panel 4 expression cannot be a good sign
I can’t help but wonder if Shelley met Black Metal Simon under similar circumstances.
See Giant Days #52!!! – Ed
Shelley, upon seeing her friends starting to bomb, decides to salvage her night by chatting up the nearest shirtless-in-a-good-way male.
Just because Tim’s night is about to take a turn for the worse, it doesn’t mean that Shelley’s is!
Do they know at least ONE death-metal song they can play all night long?
This the Blue Brothers in reverse, but I don’t think there were any Sixties television shows with Eastern European death metal theme songs that they can fall back on.
All the expressions are wonderful.
What’s in his hand? Is he offering her something? The chemistry!
or a chest tattoo…
I’m pretty sure that’s a tattoo.
Shelley needs to remember the old nursery rhyme/dating advice:
“Arm tattoo – a snack for you!
Lower-back tattoo – you’ll dump him on date two.
Chest tattoo – he’s your sweet ba-boo!”
Chest tattoo. His right hand is wedged in his waistband (or pocket, possibly).
Ooo! Oooo! They need to break into a rousing rendition of “The D’Ampton Worm” from the soundtrack to 1988’s “The Lair of the White Worm.”
One of my favorite movies, although it doesn’t follow the book very well. Possibly not to everyone’s tastes. A Ken Russell film.
Fantastic idea. I love me a little Ken Russell madness.
I’m a 60s guy and while I don’t know what the melody sounds like those lyrics make me hate that music, too. Good job.
Comedy of errors. Ljubljana should have listened to the demo except that it wasn’t the band anyhow.
However, similarly to the Spanish Inquisition, nobody expects a coach full of metalheads from Katowice. Nobody but Ljubjana, that is.
This is just as much Ljubljana’s fault as it was Amy’s. Even if Amy were 100% trustworthy- which anyone who knows her at all should know she isn’t- arranging this without hearing the group first was a bad idea. Of course, it’s also Tim’s fault for writing those songs, and Ryan’s fault, for going along with them. Really, the most innocent person here- at least, for a certain definition of “innocent”- is Shelley. Appearances in the last panel to the contrary.
At last, a name for my favourite musical genre.
Now searching Spotify for “dog dirt sixties music.”
Turns out there really is a group named “Dog Dirt” there and I can’t help but feel those two bands need to collaborate.
My mind went to a particular song, because if you figure that every D has its Dirt, you might conclude equally that Every Rose Has Its Thorn (though it might depend on with what generation you identify).
(facepalm) What I meant to write was, “every Dog has its Dirt”. My apologies.
Not commenting on the dog dirt aspect, but S. Winters has the 60s thing nailed: make love, not war.