Angel of Death by Slayer
Speaking of people trapped in buildings while 80’s metal shreds behind them, let’s keep the ball rolling a make an official block out of the subject with a less overt selection from Slayer.
Gremlins 2: The New Batch is one of those rare sequels that I believe is actually better than it’s predecessor. Don’t get me wrong, I love Gremlins. The party monster originator is a bonfire classic but it’s sequel is funnier, more inventive and with its tounge firmly in cheek, delivers a clever satire of 80’s excess while moving it’s silly green menaces into more appropriate territory.
This may be an unpopular opinion, I don’t know. Not sure which way the wind’s blowing on the Gremlins franchise, but I’m standing behind it. I’ll hear an argument that maybe it’s not better, but I definitely enjoy it more.
You have all types of crazy ass hybrid Gremlins, including one that talks, (featuring fantastic voiceover work of Tony Randel), a horror host, a smokin’ ass 80’s redhead, a hilarious automated system, Christopher Lee as a mad scientist, Robert Picardo as a sleazebag, John Glover’s inspired turn as Mr. Clamp, Long Duk Dong (where is my automobile?) Dick Miller losing his shit, Leonard Maltin being terrorized, Hulk Hogan screaming at the Gremsters and a Busby Berkly style dance number featuring a shitload of little green monsters. What more could you ask for?
Well, how bout some fucking Slayer?
You got it punk.
In a awesome sequence when one Gremlin decides to drink some arachnid science juice, Angel of Death blast on just to let you know shit got real.
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