Burning for the Blue Oyster Cult

There are only so many things one can say about music from the...well whenever the Blue Oyster Cult was still making music. One of the things that can be said is "wow" also "What?"

Remember the time they wrote a song about Godzilla? Also, remember the time that Tobius dressed like a mole and George-Michael heroically flew his jetpack right into him.

If you will recall there is a bridge following the second verse of Don't Fear the Reaper. First the guitar creeps up the cold dungeon wall like the sparking of rats eyes in the dark, blinking and flashing to the rhythm of fetid water dropping to the stony floor. Then the drums shake like chains in a prison, slowly building like bile in the stomach until the Explosion of tremolo picking that announces the arrival of the Count girded in flames. His smoldering arrogance lashing the against the bars of his dungeon, coiling around the buttons of his lordly coat. His visage blazes, burning away hope and love, and scoring down the halls fills the world with fire. The floor gives way in a flourish of white that drips molten disdain deep into the billow of smoke and stone. Heavy chorded rhythm begins an arduous climb up the castle heights. Finally the tower is engulfed to the eaves and a beacon shines over the canyon clouds and blue murk of morning: words "Love of two is one, here but now they're gone."