Nothing breeds more contempt for this world
Than memories now formed
Every moment a new seed
Is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds
For the trials of today
I’m no jury really don’t care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change
Drifts into multiple jeers, jeers, jeers

You want the good life, you break your back
You snap your fingers, you snap your neck…

We here at HokeyCorps Industries Ltd like to showcase a wide spectrum of Halloween Songs.

I mean it. For example, we’ll have your classic monster tunes. Or a melody that comes across as particularly haunting. Heck, we always got to get the murder ballad in. And what Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs season would be complete without a novelty tune or two?

However, sometimes we include a song that goes all Most Dangerous Game on you. As such, Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck doesn’t want you to dance or sing.

It wants to hunt you down.

Oh yeah, this 90s metal classic by Prong isn’t interested in your feelings. It’s the sonic equivalent of a stalker in steel-plated boots, horrific rictus stretched wide. Despair as the extra head start he’s giving you won’t help you at all. Once you hear that grinding industrial riff churning like factory gears chewing up human bone, suddenly you’re aware of how fragile a spine actually is.

Groovy huh? This is how the world ends with Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck; with a malicious groove swooping over your head like hunting falcons alerted to your position. That and a bass line that stalks in the shadows behind you. The drums smash like a piston slamming down on fate, over and over, until fate starts to scream.

And all the while, vocalist/guitarist Tommy Victor sounds like he’s erupting with sadistic exhilaration, taunting you and savoring every blood-curdling second. Before you finally snap.

Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck is the soundtrack of a predator reveling in celebration. That moment in the horror film where the monster finally appears in the spotlight and the audience cheers anyway. Prong captures the exquisite thrill of being the danger. The swagger of knowing the fear in someone else’s eyes belongs to you.

If you wanna slap a label on this tune, call it industrial apocalypse metal chic.

And if you hear a sudden crunch behind you? Yeah, it’s too late. The song already told you what to expect. Hope you were paying attention.

Snap your fingers, snap your neck
Snap your fingers, snap your neck
Snap your fingers, snap your neck
Snap your fingers, snap your neck…