HUNKA MUNKA BURNING LOVE
I don’t mind confessing that I like Dee Snider a little better each time I watch his Heavy Metal Mania show on MTV. In fact, I.R.S.’s The Cutting Edge and Snider’s fangbang hour are just about the only monthly relief products I can purchase over the counter to escape the pain MTV programming has become.
METAL VIDEO
Richard Riegel
I don’t mind confessing that I like Dee Snider a little better each time I watch his Heavy Metal Mania show on MTV. In fact, I.R.S.’s The Cutting Edge and Snider’s fangbang hour are just about the only monthly relief products I can purchase over the counter to escape the pain MTV programming has become.
As it happens, I’m writing this in the midst of MTV’s Spring Break coverage, so my outlook may be a trifle jaundiced. A little while ago, I clicked on my tube just in time to catch some beach moron with an underwear size at least twice his I.Q. smash a can of beer against his calcified skull, while Martha Quinn gave me a first-hand, on-the-spot, instagush report of this important cultural event. Still, even routine MTV programming has become a dismal ache to sit through...Damn! Another Phil Collins video, that makes 28 of ’em since the last acnexploitation-movie-starring-MollyRingworm commercial, ZAP! to you, buster, I’m gonna write my congressperson first thing in the a.m. about having both you and your cousin Joan deported—both you Collinses have grown much too rank and rotten off our central heating and plumbing...