Tuesday, December 21, 2010: Thousand Foot Krutch - Heat Miser

I'm convinced that most of the animated shows I watched when I was a kid were produced by people deep under the influence of psychedelic drugs.

You can't hardly look at any of the shows by Sid & Marty Krofft and not come to the same conclusion.

I mean, Lidsville? Seriously?

The Christmas classic The Year Without Santa Clause is another prime example.  You can't watch the stop motion animation, or try to follow the exploits of elves Jingle and Jangle, without thinking that there was much, much more than egg nog in somebody's holiday mug.

Of course, the stand out character in the show wasn't Santa, or the elves, but the eternally awesome Heat Miser.

Who was Heat Miser? Was he an ogre? A demon? Just a harmless puppet? Whatever he was, he managed to nest into the subconscious of an entire generation, my generation. You can pin very few labels onto my Generation X, but I tell you what, brother, we all love us some Heat Miser

While many other animated cartoon classics are warm, heartfelt and faintly nostalgic, Heat Miser was a singing, dancing, bad ass nightmare you wake up from after eating too much pizza and ice cream and falling asleep to a Christopher Lee vampire film.

A lot of bands try to cover this straight. A lot of bands get it wrong.

God bless Thousand Foot Krutch, every one of them.