Showing posts with label deathrock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deathrock. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Halloween Countdown: October 22 - the way of all cellulose

In 1954, horror comics offered the grisly promise of a plague zombie poked by bill hooks and bisected by a rail...

(From "Forever Ambergris," Tales from the Crypt #44; October-November 1954)

In 1973, horror -- sorry, "suspense" -- comics offered a terryifying promise of a one-page nailbiter narrated in the first person by an oak tree...

The story is titled "DEATHBOX" and comes from DC's The Witching Hour #30 (April 1973), apparently by way of some high schooler's creative writing project...

Click...if you DARE!

It's scary because there's a coffin and dead people are buried inside coffins! Somebody call Count Floyd!

I'm not one of those fans who loudly proclaim that Frederic Wertham and the Comics Code Authority ruined the comics industry (mostly because the industry has shown it is more than capable of destroying itself), but the institution of the CCA did deal a blow to the horror comics genre from which it still hasn't fully recovered. Many have tried to recapture that gleefully transgressive EC horror vibe of the early 1950's, but the results have, at best, mimicked the mechanics without capturing the underlying soul.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

I'm not a glamour boy


At the first-time homebuyers class we attended three years ago, we were warned about several things to keep an eye out for when choosing a house -- radon, killer mold (a.k.a. the "new" radon), barrels of nuclear waste, proximity to traffic chokepoints -- but not the most insidous local hazard of them all, annual block parties.

Now I don't want to seem too mean-spirited about things. On a certain level, I see these yearly bouts of merriment as a sign that we made the right choice in moving here, what with the local pride and neighborly cordiality. It's just that I'm not really party-going material, and the onus of participation weighs heavily on my brooding loner's soul. (Okay, maybe the "brooding" part is inaccurate. Nom-de-plume aside, I am more Eyeore than Edward Rochester.) I accept that the fault is entirely my own; perhaps I lack the gene that makes it possible to shoot the shit with quasi-strangers over a heaping plate of German potato salad and barbecued pork ribs, and not reply to inquiries such as "So, Andrew, what line of work are you into?" with a stammered and potentially offensive non-sequitur.

So it has been since my teenage years. Andrew and large social situations just don't mix. Actually this weekend has tested my skills of social jujitsu (by which I mean "having my wife make excuses for my absence") to the utmost, with no fewer than three festive gatherings to be avoided in the space of forty-eight hours. I managed to make it to the other side without embarrassing myself or alienating my peers and/or relatives. Quite an accomplishment, indeed. Maybe I ought to throw a party in celebration of my achievement....

Joe "King" Carrasco & The Crowns - Party Weekend (from Anthology, 1995) - Texas Devo? Lone Star Boingo? Alamo Wall of Voodoo? You get the gist, I'm sure. Quirky new wave (or "weirdpunk," coined for an internet-release anthology of similar acts and which I think is a much better term for this style of music) from deep in the heart of Texas.

The Rousers - Party Boy (from a 1981 single) - Here some kids from NYC retrofit a Buddy Knox chassis with a supercharged power pop engine. As deep as a kiddie pool, but that's not atypical of the genre, especially when the party record motif is being pushed to the max. (The dead giveaway? The use of harmonica in the song.) The song was produced by Wayne Kramer, for any MC5 enthusiasts out there.

45 Grave - Party Time (12" version) (from a 1984 single; collected on the reissue of Sleep in Safety, 1983) - A more polished (and metal) version of the death rock classic made famous by Return of the Living Dead. A horribly mutilated version with revised lyrics reflecting the plot of the movie appears on the soundtrack album, but this is all you really need.

I bought my copy of the single (still in the shrinkwrap) at In Your Ear on Comm Ave in Allston back in the early 1990's. I remember there was much mockery from my friends about my musical tastes. At least I'm able with to sleep with a conscience clean of having ever claimed the Smashing Pumpkins were the greatest band ever.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

I’ve got love in my tummy

I watched the latest episode of Showtime’s Masters of Horror anthology series last night, and what promised to be an interesting premise ended up only confirming that the show has lost its way and whatever uneven charm the first season of the show promised. There have been a couple decent episodes this season. John Landis did a fine job with the darkly comic serial killer story, “Family,” and Joe Dante’s “The Screwfly Solution” was a interesting failure buoyed by the strength of its disturbing premise, a mysterious plague that induces violent behavior towards women.

It also hasn’t helped that the standards for being considered a “master of horror” have been lowered over the course of the show’s run. John Landis, Clive Barker, and John Carpenter? Okay. The guy who directed Fright Night and Child’s Play? Not so much.

Peter Medak, who directed last week’s episode, “The Washingtonians,” has an impressive enough resume, having directed episodes of Magnum P.I. and 1990’s excellent The Krays (featuring twin gangsters who terrorized 1960’s London with synth ballads like “True” and “Gold”), but little to commend him as a “master of horror” apart from his work on the 1980’s Twilight Zone series. Even the bona fide horror film directors involved have failed to bring their “A-game” to the project more often than not. Dario Argento’s second season effort, “Pelts,” elicited its horror unintentionally though a sex scene featuring a naked, hairy Meat Loaf.

Here’s the TV.com summary of “The Washingtonians”:

After his grandmother's funeral, Mike finds out an artifact in her basement could re-write the history of our nation. There are clues that suggest George Washington was in fact a cannibal, Mike must protect his family and escape from a band of Washingtonians, hungry for human flesh and willing to protect Washington's secrets.

Sounds pretty interesting, right? A grand historical conspiracy and folks eating people – what could go wrong? Quite a bit, actually, as the narrative flailed around between suspense film clichés, dark humor, and poorly developed political commentary and never really got the balance right. The notion of cannibalism as a metaphor for America’s rapacious appetite was already fleshed out (no pun intended) in Ravenous, and “The Washingtonians” lifted more than a little from that 1999 film. So much so, in fact, I had to double check the Internet Movie Database listings to see if it was a follow up effort by the same creative team. (It wasn’t.)

The problem with cannibalism as political metaphor is that it’s too facile, a cliché that even the most naïve college Marxist would hesitate to use on a placard. There is still strong story potential in the premise, but in order to make it interesting, one would have do a little research, extend the scope, and generally do a bit more than simply create a secret gut munching cult patterned after Boston-now-LA cult rockers The Upper Crust, then resort to a cute ending featuring a child uttering a profanity.

Oh, well. I should count my blessings. “The Washingtonians” was 100% free of sex scenes featuring Meat Loaf, so I can at least mark that in the plus column. It also inspired me to gather together this little smorgasbord of musical delicacies, cooked medium rare and served with a garnish.

The Ohio Express – Yummy, Yummy, Yummy (from The Best of the Ohio Express, 2001) – This song was written before the discovery that love was extremely high in trans fats and posed a hazard to the public’s health. The world has since learned to live with healthier love substitutes, although they can never get the flavor quite right.

The Flesh Eaters – See You in the Boneyard (from A Moment to Pray, A Second to Die, 1981) – Another album in dire need of a reissue. One of those records that left me feeling underwhelmed after the first spin, the unique mix of punk, deathrock, and new wave has grown on me over the years.

Anthrax (UK) – Capitalism is Cannibalism (from the Capitalism is Cannibalism EP, 1982) – Not the American metal band, but the British anarcho-punk act aligned with the Crass contingent of bands.

The Buoys – Timothy (from Timothy, 1971) – This catchy tune about devouring a colleague’s flesh was written by Rupert “The Pina Colada Song” Holmes, which makes me wonder if there’s a alternate version of that cheese pop classic out there featuring the lines “If you’d like eating human flesh at midnight/In the dunes on the Cape.” If there isn’t, there ought to be. This song was a minor hit in 1971, proving yet again that the Seventies were completely fucked up in the best possible way.

Oh, I suppose this post wouldn’t be complete without this blast from the past, so here you go:

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

I don’t want to stay in

Today’s post features music from the forgotten 1986 film, Modern Girls. My wife, who tends to be more in tune with the times than I am, has no recollection of seeing or hearing of this film when it was released. It has been heavily repeated on the lesser cable movie channels, which is where we first encountered it. Modern Girls is not a great film by any stretch of the imagination, but we’ve adopted into our “if there’s nothing else on, we’ll watch it” category of movies.

The film covers the night in the lives of three clubhopping roommates: the tough-yet-goodhearted Margo (Daphne Zuniga), impulsive sprite Cece (Cynthia Gibb, who has no upper lip, according to my wife), and the judgement-impaired Kelly (Virginia Madsen). The women are reluctantly accompanied by male viewer identification figure Clifford (Clayton Rohner, who also plays the part of Bruno X, a pouty Billy Idol-inspired rock star), a poor schmoe who Kelly has been stringing along.

The tone of the movie is what you’d expect -- insubstantial romantic comedy with some big 80’s art direction and costuming to match-- but it occasionally veers off in weird directions. There’s one scene where Kelly, off on her own and tripping out on ecstacy, passes out on a pool table in a dive bar. A crowd of skuzzy looking male patrons closes in around her, making the viewer wonder if the film’s editor hadn’t accidentally switched reels with The Accused.

That’s only one of the two times that Kelly faces sexual assault in the film. She also nearly gets raped and murdered by a clean-cut stalker dude who resembles an off-brand Billy Baldwin. This provides the agon for which the other characters must put aside their differences and reaffirm their loyalties to each other. (That’s my pretentious way of saying that things work out in the end, with all the requisite melodrama and lame comedic bits we’ve been conditioned to expect.)

One thing that struck me about Modern Girls, and thus inspired this post, is the sense of historical dislocation it radiates. The overall feel is unquestionably 80’s, but in an abstract sense. The fashions, the music, and the forced manufactured slang (“Lounge out!” should have entered common usage.) don’t mesh, and it’s impossible to fix a specific moment in time to what’s shown on the screen like one could with, say, Fast Times at Ridgemont High or any given John Hughes film. It’s a fairly common occurrence in modern films that look back on a given era, but unusual to see happen in an actual period movie.

The soundtrack for the film reinforces this sense of dissonance. The club scene, circa 1986, would seem to suggest material by Madonna, Janet Jackson, and the many and varied HiNRG acts that dominated the dance charts at the time. Instead, the film’s soundtrack is a sampler of Sire Records’ then-current roster of college rock/alternative bands. Sire’s influence (see the “But Not Tonight” blurb below) aside, my wife suspects this might be due to a lag time between when the screenplay was written and when it was filmed, leading to an early 80’s script getting a cursory mid 80’s facelift.

Depeche Mode – But Not Tonight (from Black Celebration, 1986) – This song was specifically commissioned by DM’s label, Sire, for use in Modern Girls. The result, coming on the heels of their very dark Black Celebration recording sessions, is one of the most devastating songs about being happy I’ve ever heard. The song was appended to the US release of Black Celebration, and Sire went so far as to re-label the “Stripped” single to make the track the a-side, even though the band didn't care much for the song and considered it a throwaway effort. The promo video features footage from the movie, which makes me wonder who in the chain of command had that much faith in Modern Girls' success….



The Jesus and Mary Chain – Some Candy Talking (from Psychocandy, 1985) – I’ve listened to Psychocandy several times. I can unerringly ID the band’s material when it plays on the digital music channel. Yet every song of theirs sounds like college rock muzak to my ears.

The Belle Stars – Iko Iko (from The Belle Stars, 1982) – This cover of an old Dixie Cups classic started off as a single that was later included on the Belle Stars’ first and only LP. It was used in Modern Girls for a limbo dancing scene at a Coconut Grove-style night club (minus the horrible fiery death), and ended up cracking the US pop charts in 1989 after being used on the Rain Man soundtrack. Ah, the life of a catchy pop song.

Kommunity FK – Something Inside Me Has Died (from Close One Sad Eye, 1985) – This is what people who have never listened to gothic music think that it sounds like -- gloomy, theatrical, and so over the top, it parodies itself. The song title doesn't help by laying it on a bit too thick, but, hey, that’s what the target audience expects.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Halloween Countdown: October 9 – you’re a creature of destruction

One of the problems I’ve encountered in compiling tracks for this theme month is that there are certain bands who I knew were going to be featured, but I had a hard time selecting one definitive track from their back catalog. In today’s case, I gave up trying to decide, and so you, the reader, benefit from my indecisiveness with two wonderful songs from LA death rock legends 45 Grave.

Most famous (if that term can accurately be applied in their case) for providing the theme song (“Party Time”) to the relentlessly bleak horror comedy, Return of the Living Dead, 45 Grave’s output varies immensely in style and tone. The tracks on their 1983 LP, Sleep in Safety, range from semi-pretentious atonal thrash (“Insurance from God”) to stabs at gothy punk-pop (“Dream Hits II”) to cartoonish horror-punk (“Party Time”). Some of the material is hampered by Dinah Cancer’s problematic vocals. While she can certainly caterwaul like nobody’s business, she has a hard time delivering the goods on the more ambitious tracks, where a more polished vocalist with a better range might have pushed things across the border between “good” and “excellent”.

That may sound like a harsh assessment of the band, but only because I really dig what they were trying to accomplish: a home grown, harder-edged counterpart to the Britgoth sound. I spent many an hour sifting through the used vinyl bins looking for any- and everything 45 Grave related – compilations, singles, LP, bootlegs. None of it was terribly expensive, but, geez, was it ever hard to find.

Today’s two featured tracks come from 1981's Hell Comes to Your House compilation and Sleep in Safety. “Evil” is a great horrorpunk stomper, built around a kickass guitar riff (though the production is a tad on the tinny side). “Surf Bat” is a groovy-ghoulie instrumental track harkens back to the swinging mod monster scene of the 1960’s that gave us gems like the theme to The Munsters and “Dracula’s Deuce”.