Hippie Death Goddess (of the Day)

Whoever this chick is.

PS: Have a groovy New year from Advanced Demonology!

Advanced Demonology Podcast Lesson 2

This month's lesson: Demons. And what better time than Christmas to play songs about Satan's gremlins? Christmas brings out the demons in everyone. Thusly, a night of demonic bellowing awaits you. But that's not all! We've also got long-forgotten acid-folkies, demented loner-rockers and psychedelic outsiders, groovy dollybirds and Detroit freakrockers, drug-damaged punks and mustache bandits playing flutes through giant stacks of Marshall Amps. All this and more in Lesson 2 of Advanced Demonology!

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Where Have All The Good Times Gone?

Hippie Death Goddess (of the day)

Shimmering, ghostly Italian beauty Silvia Dionisio acted in a pile of 70's Italosploitation flicks, including Andy Warhol's Dracula, The Young, the Evil and the Savage, and Holiday Hookers. In 1975, she married Ruggero Deodato (Cannibal Holocaust, House by the Edge of the Park), one of the most notorious filmmakers of the exploitation era. Sensing the 80's were not to her liking, she quit acting before they could get their dayglo grip on her. Silvia's last acting gig was a liquer ad directed by Fellini!

- Ken

New Demons - Bell Witch

Syrupy, cinematic doom-rock from the witch-infested forests of Washington.

Turn it up, guzzle some cough syrup, and you'll forget it was every Tuesday in the first place.


- Ken

Nixon Now

Altamont Express (2005)

Hamburg's shame Nixon Now were like a speed king iron biker Spacemen 3, drug fueled droners that amp up their heavy lidded groove with enough murder city pyrotechnics that you can't help but to see stars and fall down dizzy when the Express comes thundering your way. A big part of Nixon Now's global domination scheme was their snake hips tambourine n' cowbell shake appeal, and it's in full effect on ANE, rivaling even the Thee Hypnotics for that low down Detroit rubber-legs action, and this entire album is a heaving, dripping mess of sexy slither and flying fuzz grenades that doesn't let up until the last mind's been thoroughly blown.

Where are they now? The world clearly wasn't ready for this in '05, but everything's so fucked at this point that I'm pretty sure German blow-out rock is gonna be the new thing. Tell 'em to grease up those tambourines if you see 'em.

- Ken 

1972 was amazing.