Metalocalypse

Come on, man! Play something!

This is the last piece of footage we've seen of the band.

They're calling it the concert that Dethklok didn't play.

Rumors are circulating, cancelled tour dates, no public appearances...

Has the band thrown in the towel?

Them boys, they got the blues.

Do anything for Dethklok Do anything for Dethklok

Do anything for Dethklok Do anything for Dethklok

Do anything for Dethklok

Dethklok, Dethklok Dethklok, Dethklok

I'll teach you

Who rock

Dethklok! Dethklok!

Skwisgaar Skwigelf Taller than a tree

Toki Wartooth Not a bumble bee

William Murderface Murderface, Murderface

Pickles the Drummer Doodily doo

Ding-dong Doodily doodily doo

Nathan Explosion

Can you pass that Prozac shaker?

This is soy ice cream. Skwisgaar!

Maybe I'm not plercrict.

At least they're not the fattest, ugliest lead singer alive with horrible skin.

My lords, this man breached the gates of Mordhaus.

Shall I kill him?

How did he gets in here?

Well, I'm a blues man.

- A blues man find his way in anywhere. - Who are you?

I'm Mashed Potato Johnson.

And I want to help you.

Dethklok is in a celebrity depression.

This could be monumentally bad.

Could this celebrity depression be the end of Dethklok?

Well, it's difficult to speculate.

Gentlemen, celebrity depression expert...

Vincenzo de Alimamala Corningston the Third.

Many celebrities become celebrities because...

world recognition is the only thing...

that pulls them out of the horribly depressing realities of living.

They no longer live in reality.

Anything could send them spiraling into a depression...

a bad photo, a slice of pizza before sleeping...

and their world can immediately turn upside down!

Thus they turn to outside forces to enlighten them...

such as shamen or gurus.

And who do you believe Dethklok will turn to?

Mashed Potato Johnson.

He's the oldest living blues guitarist. They say he made a deal with the devil -

standard blues musician rap sheet.

All due respect, why should we be worried about Dethklok...

learning the ways of the blues?

Because the blues are just as cursed as this metal is.

The devil himself is at the helm of this music.

If Dethklok embraces their depression, we could all be in great danger.

We will let Dethklok explore this new territory.

It must be 200 degrees.

Oh, f... this.

I'm taking off my shirt off.

- What? Where are we? - We're in the South.

The birthplace of the blues.

Well, it's too hot. And I'm taking my shirt off.

- My God. I have let myself go. - You have put on a few pound-a-roonis.

You're not supposed to agree with me, dick-brain.

What are we even doing in this horrible microwaves?

I doesn't care nothing about this blouse.

- The blues. - Yeah.

But all I cares about is dark and brutal.

You want to know dark and brutal? Come with me.

This here where the blues began, right here where we're standing.

Blind Harlan Davenport killed his wife...

buried her in that chicken coop right there.

That night, he recorded Wife Gone On The Funeral Train Blues.

Next morning, the police shot him in the eye 52 times.

This is where Smoky Toe Brown was savagely beaten...

for sleeping with his neighbor's wife...

shortly before he recorded Train, Leave This Station Blues.

They say his ghost come back to life and killed his neighbor...

pitch-forked his intestines, and hung them on the tree.

Everybody knows Shorty Turnytop made a deal with the devil.

He was hit by a train at this exact spot.

As his head traveled in the air, he wrote Blues Train Blues.

- Alls they sings about is trains. - Is there anything else really to talk about?

Come on.

This here is where Mustard Tits "The Murder Master" Brown...

slaughtered 22 men just for being ugly.

He went on to record Here Come That Train A-coming Blues.

Now, the first rule of the blues is translating that feeling...

making somebody feel just as bad as you.

Now, I want y'all to pair up.

We gonna have a blues-giving session.

Dude, has anybody got any SPF? I'm very Irish-American.

Real bluesman get a sunburn. Now, go on, Nathan.

You give Murderface them blues!

OK... all right, all right.

Hey, dog-face...