Bring the little brats to die

English musician delivers gorgeous Hocus Pocus cover

We’ve always known those evil queers are out to get our children, and now we have one singing a spell to absorb childrens’ life forces to regain his youth.

Not that he needs it; this 300-year-old sorceress doesn’t look a day over 20!

Invoking the seasonal spirits, likely in anticipation of a virgin lighting a black-flamed candle on All Hallows’ Eve, English musician Shy Charles who previously took us to the fictional Isla Bonita for a winter retreat delivers a gorgeous, harp-accompanied “Come Little Children” cover.

Shy calls his version of the song, originally sung by Sarah Jessica Parker in the 1993 Halloween classic Hocus Pocus, a “VERY seasonal and fairly camp offering.” To say the least.

Shy’s “Come Little Children” cover is available to download free on his Bandcamp page.

Michael Lyons is a queer-identified, chaotic neutral writer, activist, misanthrope, sapiosexual, and feline enthusiast. He is a columnist, blogger and regular contributor with Xtra and has contributed to Plenitude Magazine, KAPSULA Magazine, Crew Magazine, Memory Insufficient e-zine, The Ryersonian, Buddies Theatre blog, Toronto Is Awesome blog and Fab Magazine and more.

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