Misfits in Miami: A 36-Photo Recap
Photo by Jacob Katel Jerry Only is the Crimson Ghost.
Oceans of blood washed over the flabbergasted audience until the red tides left them soaked in the afterbirth of a new American monster.
Then that horrible creature reared its ugly head and unleashed a devil's yell that will forever echo through the Concrete Hell of downtown Miami. And we here at Crossfade got the pictures.
Shout out to Sniptease, who was working the floor of the club and helping girls be more naked in their clothes.
There was mad Fiends everywhere. About 80 percent of everybody there already had Misfits gear, and 90 percent bought more.
Askultura kicked off the night with the speed and fury of a people's revolution.
But instead of machine guns, they use music, and it sounds better than ever.
People were like, "Damn, this band kicks fuckin' ass."