Sorry, didn’t post a thing for the past fortnight due to entirely foreseen circumstances, viz. being in Thailand to learn how to scuba dive. Yes, it was amazing. No, I didn’t see any sharks. Yes, I miss it already and want to go back.
Anyhoo, the big day is almost upon us so back to the music. Today is an omnibus edition to make up for lost time so to help grease the wheels I decided on a theme – lycanthropy. Why? Because fuck vampires, that’s why.
First up is the hideously underrated TV On The Radio with Wolf Like Me, a tune first brought to my attention by my personal musical hero Mr Greg Dulli incorporating it into one of his tunes during a Twilight Singers tour. It instantly turned me on to the band with its sexual play on werewolf imagery. Best line? “When the moon is round and full, gonna teach you tricks that’ll blow your mongrel mind.”
This next one is included purely out of my love for the film An American Werewolf In London. That it happens to be an immensely enjoyable tune is a bonus. I know next to nothing about Warren Zevon but stumbled across this number, Werewolves Of London, a few years back. Must investigate further.
And for the finale to a shapeshifter extravaganza, it really could be none other. This clip has it all – werewolves, sexy nuns, primal rock ‘n’ roll and the most gloriously eccentric and insane frontman on the planet. Sit back and enjoy the wonder of She Said, brought to you by the sublime Jon Spencer Blues Explosion. Good night, should be back tomorrow to conclude the shenanigans.
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Tagged blues explosion, Greg Dulli, halloween, hullabaloo, jon spencer, lycanthropes, lycanthropy, she said, tv on the radio, Twilight Singers, Warren Zevon, werewolves, Werewolves of London, Wolf Like Me
As of tomorrow at 3am I’ll be departing for Thailand for 10 days of diving and debauchery with my bro and some amigos. Maybe I’ll keep this up while away. maybe not. So here’s what may be the last installment for a while.
The album 6 Feet Deep by Gravediggaz was probably the first hip-hop album that ever really hooked me. Perhaps seeing them at the Reading Festival helped, the only rap band on a 3-day line-up of grunge and rock. More likely it was the lyrics though, none of the empty guns ‘n’ ganstas bollocks which turns me away from much of the rest of the genre. No, Gravediggaz dropped rhymes about death and what lies beyond, about serial skillers, spirits and suicides.
Which brings us to the track in question. 1-800 Suicide was always the Gravediggaz song for me, an entreaty to whiners and spoilt rich kids everywhere to just end it all. The meat of the lyrics comes from the ‘Diggaz suggestions on potential methods – from driving your car on LSD to hanging yourself with barbed wire. It’s not all about the lyrics though, the hypnotic bass line and smooth guitar hook give it an even more gleefully sinister air.
Enjoy. And feel free to try this at home.
Oh, and Daz is back in on the act in his own inimitable psychobilly fashion. Here’s Batmobile with Zombie Riot, accompanied by some righteous snark about an overly religious idiot back in the UK.
Okay, I’m getting lazy now. Fuck it, I’m sick and I have a ton of packing to do before a trip to Thailand commencing in around 30 hours. Which will of course probably disrupt proceedings.
Anyway, back to the movie theme. Dead And Breakfast is by far the best redneck zombie musical I have ever seen. Hands down, no contest. This particular snippet of mayhem features the zombie horde all hopped up on moonshine (I presume) and recreating the Thriller video, line dancing style. I kid you not. Enjoy watching, I’m off to dig this treasure out for a rewatch. “We’re comin’ to kill ya, comin’ to kill ya…”
This one is just plain evil, sorry. Everyone remembers John Carpenter’s Hallowe’en, the film which kickstarted the stalk ‘n’ slash genre, gave birth to such legends as Jason and Freddy and still scares the living shit of people on an annual basis at horrorthons around the world. We still have a place in our hearts for Michael Meyers, the Shatner-masked, soulless killing machine relentlessly hounding his prey. Yet precious few remember (or allow themselves to remember) when the series too a bizarre turn in the third installment.
Hallowe’en 3: Season Of The Witch, starring John Carpenter favourite Tom Atkins, dropped all reference to Meyers and his universe. Instead we’re dropped into a bizarre conspiracy to harness the powers of Stonehenge in such a fashion as to curse electronic masks sold to children on Hallowe’en and thus take over the world by turning their faces into writhing masses of bugs and snakes after watching an advert containing subliminal cues. Confused? Yeah, so were the scriptwriters it seems.
Despite being a train wreck of a movie the advert’s jingle is insanely hummable. I thought I’d implant it in you just to ruin the run-up to Hallowe’en. Hehe. Evil me.
The title says it all really. I linked to Roky Erickson last Hallowe’en and had to go back to the same album, The Evil One (Plus One). Brain-addled hallucinogenic nightmares from start to finish, accompanied by a psychedelic surfcore soundtrack. Gotta love Roky and his broken noggin.
Mmm, this takes me back. During my formative years I had two chief loves (aside from alcohol and hallucinogens) – punk rock and horror stories. Around this time I was heavily into James Herbert, particularly his Rats trilogy. Something about the horrors of the dark suddenly swarming above ground and devouring us all (especially in Domain’s post-apocalyptic setting) triggered a sweet spot in my brain and kept me hungry for more.
Imagine my delight when I found out that not only had Jello Biafra, irascible frontman for Dead Kennedys, teamed up with jazz-punk legends No Means No for an album, they had also penned a song on this very subject. The album, The Sky Is Falling And I Want My Mommy, is worth buying on its own merits but the sinister atmospherics, slinky bassline and abrasive guitars on this track are the icing on the cake. Jello’s terrified whine tops everything off for a punk-horror masterpiece.
To my London and NYC amigos – enjoy your next subway ride…
Who could resist posting a song by The Bollock Brothers? Especially when it contains the chorus “I wanna suck your *whoooo!*”. Ostensibly a punk act, The Bollocks created this is slice of new-wave/disco cheese for their ‘Horror Movies’ single. It’s nonsense, I admit it. Sheer bollocks. Still fun though, I’m not ashamed to post it.