A few years ago, I was suffering from insomnia. One late night, I found myself endlessly channel surfing until I stumbled onto “Last Call with Carson Daily” where the Finnish “love metal” band H.I.M. was performing some song where memories were “sharp like daggers” and each underage girl in attendance had memorized every gothic syllable.
In the fog of that night, I made a mental note to check up on how H.I.M. has created a legion of pale ‘n primped teenage chicks at the ready under his black-painted fingernails.