THE HISS - PANIC MOVEMENT

Editor's Note: Night Watchman was originally supposed to do this review of Panic Movement by The Hiss, but the day the disc arrived, his friend, Keefe Righards, a famous musician, was over and stole the disc. The following is a direct transcription from the security video.
"Oy, wots all dis? Oh, Da Hiss, eh? Da Hiss... dat's a coo focking name fer a band, that is. It makes me fink of all kinds of snakes and stuff. All like, fangley and slippin' around, ya know?"
Keefe stands on one leg and starts flipping his tongue in and out.
"Ohhh, you're nasty, isn't ya?"
For some reason, Keefe is making horns with his index fingers while wagging his tongue in the air. He is still on one leg, and talking to himself in the mirror.
"Oh yeah, you're a filfy little thing, isn't ya? You don't want me to bite ya, do ya, little bird? (in little girl voice) No, mista snake! Don't bite me! (in normal voice) I will if I want! What you gonna do 'bout it?"
Keefe loses his balance and falls to the floor.
"Why you little vixen you! I am gonna bite ya now!"
At this point, Keefe starts humping the CD, and disappears offscreen. Two minutes later, Keefe leaves the room without pants, cuddling the disc.