Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Hippie Death Goddess ( of the Day)

Angela Dorian was born Victoria Vetri on September 26, 1944 in San Francisco. She moved down to L.A. and went to Hollywood High School and auditioned for the role of Lolita but lost to Sue Lyon.

She Wrote poetry and Played guitar.

In September 1967 she became the Playmate of the month. In 1968 the Playmate of the year. She had a bit part in Rosemary's Baby and starred in When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth and Invasion Of the bee Girls.

She had a ton of TV appearances, Batman, Bonanza, Perry Mason…..

In 1984 She appeared in playboy again.

In October of 2010 after a long weekend of Speed and Booze she tried to kill her husband. She's now serving nine years in the state pen for attempted voluntary manslaughter.


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Rocket from the Tombs

Rocket Redux
Smog Veil 

Rocket from the Tombs was a backwards-supergroup from Cleveland, who were really only around for half a summer or so in the mid-70’s, but they eventually spawned both the Dead Boys (Cheetah Chrome was their guitar player) and Pere Ubu (David Thomas sang), so it is suddenly and stunningly obvious that Rocket were probably one o’ the most seminal proto-punk bands ever.  Rocket never got around to hitting the studio - too busy smashing local dives to bits - so “Rocket Redux” finds the boys-who-are-now-middle-aged-men getting back together in 2004 and giving the world what we deserved in '75.   The original songs, the original line-up, played with all the authenticity they can muster. Thomas originally formed Rocket as a 'joke' band, a cock-rock parody-of-sorts, and you can hear the snark in his vox. On the other hand, Cheetah was out to slay with his gutterglam razor riot guitar, so the joke is mostly lost in a blur of Detroit-inspired riff rawk, served up ridiculously raw and plenty nasty. It is quite a kick to hear future Dead Boys classics like “What Love Is”, “Sonic Reducer”, “Down in Flames”, and “Ain’t It Fun” before there even was a Dead Boys- and sung by a curmudgeon art-rocker, no less. The dive-bombing death rattle of the Stiv-era DB’s had yet to touch flame however, so these versions are more psychedelic, almost, uh…jammy, ya know? And Christ, were these cats ever influenced by the Alice Cooper band- the 5:33 teenfreaker “So Cold” is “Eighteen”, just longer and creepier, and “Muckraker” borrows liberally from the entire b-side of “Easy Action”. But, ya know, they coulda been influenced by ELP or something, so no complaints here. Oh yeah, and as closing track “Life Stinks” so ably proves, Rocket from the Tombs invented '77 style punk rock. You gotta admit, that ain’t bad for a band that was around for less than a year. At any rate, aside from some truly glunky sounding drums, “Rocket Redux” is a rather impressive display of bad-ass-before-there-was-bad-ass, and if you’ve got any interest at all in rock n’ roll pre-history, then you really gotta give this resurrected corpse a sniff.

- Ken 

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Advanced Demonology Podcast Lesson 4: Lonely

This month on Advanced Demonology, Ken and Swilson turn down some very dark corners and present you with four (and a half) hours of misery, jealousy, unrequited love, violent lovers and sad dreamers. It's our anti-Valentines day ode to the unlucky and overlooked. Bonus: at least four artists on tonight's show died in their 50's. Dig it!

Listen/Download HERE! 
Discuss this episode on the Advanced Demonology message board!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Top 13 (of the Week)

Sure, you know what's cool. But do you know what's really fuckin' FAR OUT? That's where Advanced Demonology comes in. Every week, (K)en and (S)wilson trudge through the murky waters of the pop culture hellscape, dredging up sparkly morsels of wonder. These are the results of our latest foray into the world of the weird, our wildest, wiggest-out picks of the week. Call it our 13 Point Program.

13. Seasons They Change: The Story of Acid Psych and Experimental Folk By Jeanette Leech

I thought I was reading the same acid-folk book Swilson was. I wasn't. I was reading this one. And it's awesome. Stretching back to the 50's and ending squarely in the freak-folk forest of today, J Leech tells the whole twisty tale with flair and economy. Great stuff. (K)

12. Cactus "One Way….or Another" - Yeah I think they invented boogie rock ( not a good thing), yeah there's a bunch parchment farm covers, but it's easy to forget about all that once Jim McCarty steps on his ampeg scrambler and blind sides you with a heavy dose of bonged out  fuzz. Plus, how many bands can claim that their lead singer was….. machine gunned to death!!! (S)

11. Explorers Club – Grand Hotel 
70's style soft rock returns with a groovy collection of tunes by a new band from South Carolina that sounds like the Beach Boys rifling through the Burt Bacharach songbook on a sunny afternoon. (K)

10. Kenneth Gangemi "The Volcanoes From Puebla" - It's an A to Z travel guide to Mexico published in 1979 from the hilariously unique author of OLT.  The entries start out very objective and then get..well..subjective.  It's a fast read like all of Gangemi's books and all of his books are highly recommended. (S)

9. Last Days Here: The Pentagram Documentary

I remember hearing DC proto-doomsters Pentagram's first (sorta) album, Relentless, in 1985. At the time, it was the heaviest thing I'd ever heard. Basically I decided right then and there that I didn't need to hear anything heavier, and I still stand by it. That shit was pure, tree-trunk thick DOOM. At the time, Pentagram main-man Bobby Liebling was on the comeback trail; Pentagram (and his even earlier band, Stone Bunny) had been bringing the heavy since the very early 70's. Bobby's been a (very) underground cult hero ever since, which of course does nothing for his wallet or his sense of well-being. Turns out he's been teetering on the edge of oblivion for decades – doom, indeed. Last Days Here is the Anvil-esque documentary that will either make or break Bobby Liebling. Either way, it's gonna be a heavy ride. (K)

8. "Hippies, Hasch und Flower power" - A collection of 60's German pop reactions to the hippie movement. Some great tracks on here to cherry pick, but If you can listen to this collection all the way through with out going "verruckt", than mister your a better man than I. (S)

7. PP Arnold was/is an American singer who made her bones in Britain in the mid 60's, providing UK audiences with authentic American soul. She had great tunes and she also happened to be drop dead gorgeous. 

And she still is. Dig it. (K)

6. Square Grouper - An extremely entertaining, very sincere  and unusually sympathetic look at three separate stories of weed dealing in southern Florida during the 70's and 80's.  (S)

7. The Band in Heaven: An obnoxious, ungainly mess of fuzzy shoegaze, dreampop, and  psychedelic blow-out rock. The perfect teenage soundtrack for guzzling a box of wine and falling down the cellar stairs. I don't even know if they have a record. They don't even need a record. They can get by on pills and Youtube, I'm sure of it. (K)

6. Mellowtone Wolf Computer - Who doesn't want a Wolf Computer in the band?!?! I just got this stomp box and it's out of control. I can't seem to wrangle it. (S)

5. Jezebel (1938) I haven't been this conflicted about a movie in a long time. Bette Davis plays a southern belle/hellraiser who shows up at a debutante ball in 1852 in a racy red dress – I imagine the 80's equivalent would be showing up to the prom in a mohawk – and her brazen behavior ruins her life. 

Her boyfriend (Henry Fonda) leaves her and she loses her standing in the community. And then she spends the rest of the movie whimpering and begging for forgiveness. But then again, she was pro-slavery, so maybe she got what she deserved? Dunno. Also, is Bette hot or sorta homely? Also don't know. But it's all fun to think about. Cool flick!(K)

4. Chromium Dioxide Magazine – I should mention that I've yet to actually read this magazine; I just became aware of it a couple days ago. But here's the set-up: a print mag dedicated to half-naked chicks, beer-swilling, denim-vest heavy metal and obscure splatter flicks on VHS tapes. That's like me, at age 14, in a magazine. I WANT IN. (K)

3. Laya Raki. German exotic dancer/actress/singer  from the 40's/50's. 

She could apparently hypnotize men and cause them to walk into traffic. I believe it. (K)

2. Agwa:  Bolivian Cocoa Leaf Liqueur - This stuff is pretty good. You get a weird buzz from it when drank by itself, but it makes a nice mixer. It's good for a party. Get's the girls all giddy. (S)

1. Magpedia. The Movies About Girls show finally gets its own Wiki! Advanced Demonology included. If you want to find about about the roots of Advanced Demonology – as well as four-plus years of podcast craziness – check it out. (K)

PS Drop by this weekend for a brand new episode of the Advanced Demonology Podcast

The Late Great Paul Kossoff

The actor David Kossoff gives a lecture about his son Paul Kossoff's (guitar player of FREE) untimely death to a drug overdose. This is kinda like a live documentary that is aided by stills and video footage as well as Paul's classical guitar teacher. This is strange as it is sad.... it's about Paul Kossoff(?!)….. It's just plain weird.

Click HERE for Part One of Five, for some reason they don't let you imbed it.


New Show Coming Soon!

The new episode of the Advanced Demonology Podcast will be here in a matter of days!
This month's lesson: loneliness. Ouch!

So far, it sounds like this:

See you soon!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Demonic DVD (of the Week)

We Like to Drink, We Like to Play Rock N’ Roll
Gringa Productions

This is the story of The Unband, three drunkards from upstate Massachusetts who formed a ramshackle party band in college and just never had the good sense to quit. The Unband took ten years to get nowhere, and this film shows you exactly how that happened, with all the attendant Spinal Tap-ish moments along the way, including their very own Yoko, who does, in fact, finally break up the band. Rock n’ roll really is a loser’s game, and this entertaining slice-of-life proves it. Highly recommended.

- Ken

Friday, February 17, 2012

Top 13 (of the Week)

Sure, you know what's cool. But do you know what's really fuckin' FAR OUT? That's where Advanced Demonology comes in. Every week, (K)en and (S)wilson trudge through the murky waters of the pop culture hellscape, dredging up sparkly morsels of wonder. These are the results of our latest foray into the world of the weird, our wildest, wiggest-out picks of the week. Call it our 13 Point Program.

13. Bitter Motherfucker - I read an account of Wayne Kramer from the MC5 hanging out with some Detroit Black Panthers and this is what they drank together. The recipe for Bitter Motherfucker is as follows: 1 whole bottle of chilled white port wine (cheaper the better) and a half a bottle of Rose's lime juice mixed together. I tried it. The effects are revolutionary. (S)

12. Jumpsuit - White guys who ape Funkadelic. Sounds like the worst idea ever, right? Usually it is. But once in awhile, you get a group of caucazoid funksters (Syrup! Big Chief!) who do it right. Add Jumpsuit to that short list. They don't have their own spaceship yet, but their new record (Too Funky For the Rock and the Roll) is still pretty kosmic. Dig it. (K)

11. August Sanders (1876-1964) - He photographed everyday people in post world war one / pre world war two Germany. It’s Simply mesmerizing stuff. (S)

10. Black Bananas - Remember the chick from Royal Trux, the one who used to duct-tape her jeans together? She's got a new-ish band and a new album, Rad Times Express IV. Dirty needle rock n' roll and acid-is-groovy punkadelic dance jams. Dig It! (K)

9. Harlan Ellison “Spider Kiss”- A rockabilly star climbs to the top of the pops with the help of his sleazy southern manager and goes on a nonstop sex rampage. The only novel to be enshrined in the rock ‘n roll hall of fame (not that I support that kind of nonsense.) (S)

8. The Great American Cereal Book - It's a book about the history of American breakfast cereal. And it's shaped like a box of cereal. I mean, what more do you need to know? PS: Helpful breakfast hint: Peanut Butter Cheerios are the, Cheerios. (K)

7. Eastwood Guitars - A really cool guitar company that is remaking weird pawnshop guitars of yesteryear. The coolest thing about Eastwood Guitars is they actually stay in tune compared to the old versions. (S)

6. Dawn Culbertson (R.I.P) - was a hippie death goddess who played the lute. A few years back she released a cassette-only collection of seriously awesome covers. Mongoloid, Hot for Teacher, Iron might think these tunes rock on their own, but you haven't heard 'em bashed out by an overweight hippy on a fuckin' lute. Maximum lute jams motherfucker. DIG IT. Buy it (Do it!) for Five bucks at Silvox Recordings. (K)

5. Pharaoh Sanders “Karma” - Acid saxophone and afro centric yodeling never sounded better on this 1969 masterpiece of modal jazz ecstasy. (S)

4. Winter Didn't Happen - I'm pretty sure we're safely sailing right from Extended Fall into Early Spring. I haven't shoveled once. This may nor may not be the result of global warming ushering us closer to extinction, but if there's no snow shovels involved in Armageddon, then bring it on. PS - I reserve the right to take this one back if there's a blizzard tomorrow. (K)

3. Wah Do Dem - A Brooklyn hipster (Sean Bones) misses the boat back to the U.S. while on a trip to Jamaica and ends up in a tropical easy rider type scenario. It’s a lesson in how to make a great movie with almost no money and no script. (S)

2. Spooky Tooth “spooky two”- The year is 1969 and this record anticipates the ensuing bummer the 1970’s will be. Check the original version of “Better By You Better Than Me” later a suicide-inducing cover by Judas Priest. (S)

1. The Best of Disco Demands -The best collection of obscure disco/70's dance tracks I think I've ever heard, edited and compiled by DJ Al Kent into a seamless mirrorball/coke frenzy experience. So funky it's fonky. FONKY. Bonus: hot black naked chick on the cover. (K)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Hippie Death Goddess (of the Day)

Jenny Rylance was a British model during the psychedelic era.

She caught the eye of one Steve Marriot, then a member of the Small Faces, who wrote Tin Soldier in an attempt to woo her. 

And it worked! Good job, Steve.
There's a lesson in there, somewhere.

- Ken

Monday, February 13, 2012

Advanced Demonology Book Club

This week's selection!

Bubblegum Music Is The Naked Truth
Edited by Kim Cooper
Feral House

Although the mellowing of age and the rose-colored glasses of nostalgia have thoroughly scrubbed the ill-will from my brain, I still remember the heady days of the early-to-mid 70's when Bubblegum Pop was as much of a curse on the culture as, say, dubstep or Kim  Kardashian is now. And our favorite singers were even less real than she is. They were literally cartoons. In the early 70's, the sugar sweetened breakfast cereal pop of the Archies, the 1910 Fruitgum Company and the Goddamn Partridge Family were everywhere, merging music into prepubescent commerce, and affixing permanent doped-up smiles on the faces of a populace that had absolutely nothing to be happy about. There was a war going on, you know, there was tension on the streets so thick it hurt your neck just trying to hold up your head. I was practically a baby at the time, and I could still detect the wild ugliness seeping into our daily lives. "C'mon, get Happy? " What the fuck kind of madness is this?

And nobody could escape it, because bubblegum came in many shapes and forms, constantly mutating into virulent new strains. My first two records were by KISS and the Runaways. KISS (covered in this book) were, of course, the Archies in Kabuki make-up, with a smattering of blood and fire to reel in the hipper kids, and the Runaways were Josie and the Pussycats, complete with their own version of Alexander, the bumbling manager- uber creep Kim Fowley. Thank God for Black Sabbath, the anti-bubble saviors, because without them, we'd all still be trapped in the genre's sticky sweet embrace, much like Kim Cooper and the other poor bastards that contribute to Bubblegum is the Naked Truth.

I actually expected the terrible true tale to unfold with plenty of mysteries and scandals, slit throats and black balling, maybe a church burning or two to pepper things up- this is a Feral House publication, after all-but Naked Truth is actually just a careful construction of the events as they happened, as evil twins Jerry Kasenetz and Jeff Katz, bounty hunter producers and songwriters for hire, cook up a scheme to rob eight year olds of their allowance money, feeding bands like the Ohio Express songs that were all hooks and candy talk. It worked, of course, and the bubbly little movement stretched itself out to positively vulgar proportions, culminating in a series of Archies and Jackson 5 singles that were actually printed on the backs of cereal boxes. And when it was over, everyone just slinked back into anonymous session work, no blood on their hands, but a legacy of cartoon rock that still fascinates to this day.

The kicks to be found in this book involve quietly obsessive pop historians like Cooper, trying in vain to unearth a sinister sub-text in the throwaway lyrics of bubble faves like The Fruitgum Company. "This one ('Let's Do It Again') was apparently intended as a singalong - or, on second thought, perhaps the line '9, 10, let's do it again, join in everyone!' Is meant to inspire an orgy rather than a group sing", he writes. "The notion of a sexual Utopia, lorded over by a benign Hefneresque figure is raised in this lyric from '1910 Cotton Candy Castle": "Here comes the Lollipop Man in his goody ship Lollipop/All aboard for the lollipop land where the lovin' never stops." Mm-hmmmm, mister, this thing tastes good !" Elsewhere, he suggests that the Archies ode to their lazy cartoon hound 'Hot Dog' is actually a bestiality anthem. Well, those girls on the 'Horny Farm Girls' website had to learn it from somewhere.

Obviously, Bubblegum Music is the Naked Truth is all about harmless fun and shameless nostalgia, and nobody has more fun than Neat Stuff /Hate Comics creator Peter Bagge. In one of the last chapters in the book, he dives head first into the 'new' Bubblegum- Spice Girls, Hanson, you know them all, even if you don't want to admit it- by way of his ten year old daughter, the two of them gleefully tearing into the next teenybopper anthem with no fear of hipster-cred reprisals.

As you could imagine from a book written by record collector types, there are many comprehensive guides to the people and products that made up the 60's and 70's bubblegum craze scattered throughout the book, treading that fine line between fandom and obsession. It's all pretty fuckin' lovely, to be honest.

As a side note, I have to mention that after a couple of days reading Bubblegum is the Naked Truth, the cover seemed to be falling apart in my hands. I didn't realize until I sat down to review it that the book is actually covered in plastic. It has to be unwrapped, you see, just like...well, I'm sure you get it.

- Ken 

Friday, February 10, 2012

Top 13 (of the Week)

Sure, you know what's cool. But do you know what's really fuckin' FAR OUT? That's where Advanced Demonology comes in. Every week, (K)en and (S)wilson trudge through the murky waters of the pop culture hellscape, dredging up sparkly morsels of wonder. These are the results of our latest foray into the world of the weird, our wildest, wiggest-out picks of the week. Call it our 13 Point Program.

13. Shalako (1968) - not the greatest movie – Brigitte Bardot and Sean Connery (!) get chased around the desert by an angry tribe of injuns -  but BB is pretty mesmerizing in her great-white-hunter outfits and goth-girl mascara. CANT STOP STARING. (K)

12. Golden Dawn - Power Plant.  texas psych band from the 60's fronted by Roky Erickson's best friend. He sounds just like Roky. The bands not as good but if you've warn out your Elevators records this a good substitute. Like methadone.  (S)

11. Leonard CohenOld Ideas. Lenny's latest (and, let's face it, probably last) album is as sparse and growly and world-weary as you'd hope, with a surprising dollop of optimism tossed in to lighten the mood. Mr. Cohen's been rehearsing to be 77 years old his whole life. Now that he's here, he's clearly making the most of it. We should be so lucky to be so cool (and talented) when (if) we get there. (K)

10. Franklin D. Roosevelt32nd President Of the United States. Ever hear of this guy? He's amazing.  He lead the country through the great depression and world war two. He instituted the New Deal (according to some might lead to a second great depression???)  but it helped allot of poor people. (S)

9. Queen – Days of Our Lives (Blu-ray)
Two part, career-spanning doc that originally ran on the BBC, now released in an eye-popping, room-rattlling blu-ray. Can you ever get tired of watching Queen videos? You cannot. Everybody's here ('cept for John Deacon, naturally) and although you've heard this story all before, it's worth retelling. And if Brian's account of Fred's last days don't choke you up, then you just don't like rock n'roll, man. (K)

8. The Clean - Boodle Boodle Boodle. Infectious pop-a-delic punk  from early 80's New Zealand. (S)

7. Charles Hilton BrownOwed to Myself
This is sorta like the Fred “The Hammer” Williamson story, only with flutes. Charles is a funky, brawny, finely-afroed cat who moved to Italy sometime in the early 70's and hooked up with a bunch of homegrown library track session men, and together, they made beautiful spaghetti-funk together. Holy smokes, this record swings! (K)

6. "Sexpionage: The Explotation Of Sex By Soviet Intelligence" By David Lewis. The cold war was never hotter in this true life tale of russian Sex spys. Yes, real sex spies! like in James Bond. Skip right to the chapter about there training camp. (S)

5. Shut Up Little Man! The Audio Misadventures of Peter and Raymond
In the late 80's, two midwestern punks move to SF and rent an apartment next to two loud, angry drunks. One's gay, one hates gays, both of 'em love vodka and hate each other. Out of either fear or boredom, the punks-next-door start recording the rants on cassettes and hand them out to friends, and copies eventually wend their way all across the world. This is their story. Fuckin' Peter and Raymond, they were viral before there was viral. Proto-viral! Hiccup. (K)

4. Neon Indian: Era Extrana.  Released in 2011 and the followup to there much blogged about debut. This record is as if 80's electro pop was recorded with a 70's sensibility. It's also an Advanced Demonological attempt at "enjoying" the present era of music. (S)

3. Goldie Hawn. The original Manic Pixie Dream Girl. Watched a couple of her movies this week (Cactus Flower, There's a Girl in My Soup). Those eyes! That giggle! Imagine the trail of broken hearts. I'm dyin' here! (K)

2. Operation The Last Patrol.  1972 documentary about the Vietnam Veterans Against The War march on the 1972 Republican convention in Miami. It's a really cool way to pick up Vietnam Vet meets hippie fashion tips! (S)

1. Natural Child – even if you hate new bands (and I do, mostly), you're still gonna love Natural Child. The perrfect combo of Stones, Stooges, and falling-down-the-cellar-stairs debuachery. Let's take a trip to CRACK MOUNTAIN! (K)

That's what's heatin' us up this week. Got your own picks? Let us know in the comments!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

New Demons: Nones

Space Load (single)

Woah…stumbled across this one on Bandcamp. Up for sale for 25 cents! It’s called Space Load. They also got songs called Wife Meat, Eyeball Potion and Escaped Goat! From the first picture I saw (left) it looked like somebody’s Dad forced his family into playing in his garage space rock band. Type of stuff I used to see at the Strange Daze fest in Ohio. That turned out to be way off. Nones is just way out! Drop the quarter into the cup, buy the ticket, and take the ride. Nones? Get into it.

Demonic DVD (of the Week)

Pinocchio 964 (1992, DVD)
Directed by Shozin Fukui
Starring Hage Suzuki, Onn Chan, Kyoko Hara

Created just a scant four years after the legendary, world-renowned Japanese cyberfreak classick “Tetsuo (The Iron Man)”, the manic-panic industrial horror of Pinocchio 964 owes plenty to its berserk tinfoil terrorism predecessor, from the grinding soundtrack to the crazed roboguts creatures. But while Tetsuo ultimately played out like a faster-louder punk rock parody of Monster Island super-rumbles, Pin964 is more of a supersized vomit-porn loop with an art-brat twist.

I have read about 665 plot synopses of this film, and they all seem like doper babbling to me. This one probably will, too. See, Pinocchio is a sex robot, owned by some awful, Phyllis Diller-ish shrew, who throws his boner-less ass on the street when he fails to perform up to the standards set by her other toy, a pneumatic, insatiable porno-nurse cyborg-ette. So ol’ Pin’s wandering the streets of Tokyo in his PJ’s, dazed and confused, and drooling like a mental patient. With his Ed Grimley shock of forehead hair and his ghost-white pallor, he looks like a lost cartoon ghoul. The residents of this near-future megalopolis are so disaffected, they just let this mess of a semi-human stagger around the sidewalk, until he finally collapses into the arms of a weirdo chick named Himiko, who lives in the tunnels under the city. She drags him into her hissing underworld, where they almost connect, in a queasy, misfit-love kinda way. Their schizoid bliss is soon shattered, however, when he starts imploding like the Incredible Melting Man, and she suddenly develops this psychotic meanstreak, yoking her pal with an iron collar and a thick rope of chain attached to a giant rock.

Um, I forget if it’s before or after that part, but they fuck at one point, too.

Somewhere amidst all the puking and pissing and cumming and screaming, Pin figures out exactly what sort of hell he has been damned to, and decides to seek either salvation or revenge – whichever comes first – from the maniac that invented him.  Cue the gore gags, and ready the credits.

I’m making this film sound more linear than it actually is. Really, Pinocchio 964 plays like a deftly edited performance art piece, something acid-eating German hippies mighta concocted with a big pile of freshly slaughtered meat and a broken piano in 1967. If you reach far enough, you just might grasp onto a wispy metaphor, some suitably Cronenberg-ian nonsense about mind-body transformation and rebirth through self-mutilation and the death of the ego, but if you enjoy thinking that hard, then I suggest you read an actual book or something, because Pinocchio 964 is just a big messy goof. The melting, molting sexdroid stuff is utterly repellent, the herky-jerky high-velocity freakout scenes drag themselves out forever, and the really creepy stuff is the same creepy stuff as in The Begotten, and you tell me – you wanna see that disgusting thing again?

Hell, maybe you do. Pin 964 has enough shocking imagery to keep the splatter kids happy, and it fakes allegorical depth enough to swindle a few intellectuals, too. You just can’t dance to it, and you probably won’t be able to muster up a decent erection for a couple days afterwards. But if you wanna suffer for art, you’ve definitely come to the right place.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Movies About Girls Ep 133!

Check out Ken's weekly show!

Tonight, the gang takes on 1985's teen sex comedy classic, Weird Science!

Plus: Let's Fuck up the Podcast, the top 5 bottom 5 DVDs of the week, weird news, Songs about Girls, and lots more!
Listen/download HERE!
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PS: Songs on tonight's show performed by:
Jennie Lee Lambert
France Gall
Randy and the Holidays
Jolliver Arkansas
Connie Francis
Astrud Gilberto

Thanks for listening! Next show: MAG Follies 

Friday, February 3, 2012

Top 13 (of the week)

Sure, you know what's cool. But do you know what's really fuckin' FAR OUT? That's where Advanced Demonology comes in. Every week, (K)en and (S)wilson trudge through the murky waters of the pop culture hellscape, dredging up sparkly morsels of wonder. These are the results of our latest foray into the world of the weird, our wildest, wiggest-out picks of the week. Call it our 13 Point Program. 

13. Herbert Mullin. A california crazed serial killer from the early seventies who murdered people as a sacrifice to the gods to stop an earth quake. Here's the thing. It might have worked. (S)

12. Raymond Guiot - this motherfucker can jam on the fuckin' flute like no other fuckin' flautist around. MAXIMUM FLUTE JAMS MOTHERFUCKER.  (K)

11. Zolar-X: “Timeless. A collection of outer spaced bizzaro rock, from the nineteen seventies Los Angles, Glam damaged proto-punks. (S)

10. Proto-cosplay.  Do you know how hard it was to find girls like this in 1980? (K)

9. Murder By Contract - Ben Casey (Vince Edwards) as a psychopathic hitman. Great guitar score!  Big inspiration on Scorsese for Taxi Driver. (S)

8. Cast King recorded his first album in 2005. He died in 2007. He was 81 at the time. His album, Saw Mill Man, was recorded in his shack in the wilds of Alabama. It's full of songs about women and whiskey and regret, belted out in a fearsome croak. (K)

7. Eddie Hazel: "Games, Dames & Guitar Thangs" . The 1977 solo Lp from the guitar demon mastermind behind Maggot Brain.(S)

6. Resurrect Dead: new documentary about the Toynbee Tiles, hundreds of weird, tar-based tiles inexplicably embedded in highways and sidewalks from Boston to Brazil. Every tile contains the same message: “Toynbee Idea in movie 2011 Resurrect Dead on Planet Jupiter”. Who created them? And for what purpose? 

A trio of cellar-dwelling amateur detectives meet up and go on the hunt for the elusive tiler. Startling twists and turns abound. More sad than creepy, really, but still plenty creepy nonetheless. (K)

5. "Better than Something" - Jay Reatard documentary playing in theaters everywhere.  (S)

4. Alkana - Freedom Lady - I think this dude basically wrote the blueprint for glam metal in the late 70's and then who knows what happened. It fell into the wrong hands, clearly, and they botched it terribly. 

Alkana is like the satin pants wearing older brother to Whiteboy and the Average Rat band. (K)

3. Creepy Fingers "Pink Elephant" Effects Pedal- A reproduction of the legendary ampeg scrambler made by the bass player from Fu Manchu. Now the "fifth member" of Swilson. (S)

2. Lee Hazelwood & Ann MargretThe Cowboy and the Lady
Everybody knows Nancy and Lee, but ol' Haze teamed up with another one of Elvis's vivacious leading ladies, too. In 1969 Lee and Kitten-with-a-whip Ann Margret released the frequently amazing Cowboy and the Lady, full of purr n' holler and goodtimes for all. (K)

1. Process Church of the Final Judgment: Sex Issue - Fear Issue - Death Issue  (S)

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