What were the producers of Sesame Street thinking when they allowed this utterly mad, apocalyptic drumming exhibition by Bert and Ernie to get transmitted to the fragile, eggshell minds of American youth? How many delicate child constitutions were traumatized by this percussion inferno? I dunno, but I'm grateful I can relive it now. Bert and Ernie's drum-kit thunder storm sounds like something Napalm Death/Painkiller drummer Mick Harris might conjure.
Was it good for you, too?