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Wednesday, October 21, 2026

Johnny Thunders

Dawn of the Dead: Live at Max's

(Cleopatra Records)



Johnny's smarts flashed upraised finger amidst shambolism. Such was the bowery majesty of Mr. Genzale, and so massive the influence his ramshackle fret swerving had on subsequent generations of six-string kamikazes, that I feel zero compunctions touting this disc without having heard it. (A November issuance date was announced.) 

Johnny's partners in junk-Punk included fellow erstwhile Dolls David Jo, Sylvain, and rimshot beater Jerry Nolan, as well as bowler-behatted and clown-tied Walter L. and Only Ones refugee Peter Perrett.

Available in both compact disc (limited to 450) and black/red/white splatter-vinyl incarnations (only 250), Dawn of the Dead: Live at Max's is assured open-armed reception by collectors and other enthusiasts who dig slam-crash-rollaround Rock'n'Roll that never tires of ravishing guitar necks and spitting scornful cuss words crowd-ward.

Recommended: "Pipeline," "(I'm Not) Your Stepping Stone," "Great Big Kiss," "Endless Party," "Pills," "(I'm Your) Hoochie Coochie Man," "Personality Crisis," "You Can't Put Your Arms Around a Memory," "Around and Around"

No related video at hand. But here's Heartbreakers live at CBGB's (1983), live acoustic "Can't Put Your Arms Around a Memory" (1982 Paul Tschinkel's Inner Tube), and live "Pipeline" from 1987


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Mr. Bonz & Miss Dee

Hallucinations

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He attends to vocal, plank, and skins responsibilities. She dispatches whirrs and swirlings on organ. And betwixt them, they raise up such tremendous sounds as have ever been heard flooding from a garage with acerbic outlook. If you have Question Mark wraparound shades at hand, don them.

Recommended: "Hallucination Again," "Action," "Born Bad Born Wild," "Get Out of My Way," "Present = Science Fiction," "Carnage," "No Way Back"

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Psycho Beets

Horrendum

(Bad Look Records / Trash Wax / White Riot Records)



Either Psycho Beets are coming to America, or I'm going to Warsaw. Whichever, the product would be my thorough immersion in tearaway-paced, fever-brained rampaging that's jaw-juttingly proud of its razory edges. (Of course, the ideal would be establishment of a Wreckers Island, where amps remain cranked and sun never shows its pan.) 

Recommended: "Wskażę Ci Drogę," "Mam w sobie diabla," "RH+," "On mnie zabija," "Zombie," "Wilczy kƚak," "Ślepy los," "Frankenstein," "Ze śmiercią gra," "Porque te vas"

Videos: "RH+" (Official video) "Zombie" (Official video)   "Wilczy kłak" live clip (2026)   live (18:27 2023)


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Sean Keller & Friends

The Killer Sounds of Halloween Rises from the Grave

(Self-issued)



Within parameters of fantastic reckonings, artificial combos and contrived commercials lurch no less commonly than do the monstrosities whose grisly pastimes they extol. This crispest Killer Sounds platter (fifth in series) attempts 19 times to graft spookiness, pop-cult references, and stereophonic carbonations -- with howling-at-full-moon success. Transmogrification can be the ginchiest.

Perpetrators are 21 in number. This work is available for purchase only on Bandcamp.

Recommended: "I Saw You Die" (Hornets After Dark), "I Wanna Marry Vincent Price" (The Tinglers), "Transylvania High theme song" (Paulie Dorry), "Bump In the Night" (LVLUP), "La Bruja" (Lu Tinieblas), "The Thing from the Briny Deep" (Red Whatley & the Mutineers), "Cemetery Rock" (Kitty and the Tom Cats), "Possess Me" (Demi Kars), "Just Like Halloween" (Bringing Home Bronze)

No videos from disc available. Mid-October interview (37:35) of Sean Keller by Macabre Daily's Matt Orozco.


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Mozzy Dee

She brooks no mess, this self-secure siren. And a song co-authored and produced by Eddie Clendening -- Deke Dickerson exercising his own studio administrations into the bargain -- is one apt vehicle for Mozzy to knock back onlisteners with high-ticket class made for walkin' tall.

Video: "A Little Bit of This, a Little Bit of That"


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Austin John Band

A gleefully wayward offspring of the Blues bloodline refuses to stifle, and that's cause for windows-kicking celebration.

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Miss Bettie in three acts





Were I to rhapsodize of fair Bettie's voluptuous magnetism, I would not be saying anything not already widely appreciated. And such was her playful nature that her tasseled throne in the Burlesque Hall of Fame may have a whoopee cushion. 

Through these invaluable documents of Miss Bettie's grace and hot-cha-cha resplendence -- as well as of the fine American institution of unapologetically lowbrow Burly-Q -- one sees her progression from one of several lotta-hipsworth beauties to pin-up preeminence.

Without the instinct aroused by these daring corruptions, I wouldn't be penning these appraisals, and you wouldn't be reading them.

(Warning: Although the MVD Shop's 3-DVD Bettie Page Collection advertises these films on its box, it does not contain them in their entireties, but only Bettie's scenes. Still, those're a buncha buncha buncha.)


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Having read that a university bluenose conclave will assemble an arts time-capsule, two runway buffs attend and argue for inclusion of beloved, blue ballyhoo. They screen footage of several acts -- a clever show-within-a-show device -- both dancer and baggy-pants comic ones. (The buffs are themselves naughty-emporium jokesters Mandy Kay and Jack Diamond.)

Curvy cavorters of fleshly appeal include Lily St. Cyr, Rosita Royce, Jeanne Carmen, and Georgia Southern. Kay, Diamond, and Charles Harris gag it up (is there a seltzer bottle in the house?) between shameless celebrations of seductiveness.

Bettie's limited exposure arrives in a dream sequence with comics Kay and Diamond -- her delicious Southern breathiness threatens to melt film stock -- and a bubble-bath moment that's simply too-too. (At those savory points, saucer-glimmed viewers will blink nary once.)

Impressed (knocked back is more like it) by the titillating novelties, the capsule-contrivers assent to add burly-q to the esteemed package. Generations hence were surely gratified.




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Production and direction here were by Irving Klaw, Movie Star News' Mr. Big and among Bettie's arch promoters. (Her numerous and infamous MSN snaps had enjoyed circulation via below-counter specialty shops and the good people of the U.S. Postal Service.) The Pin-Up King pulled off a decent job. He presented burly-q spectacles as had been lovingly lapped up by an army of on-the-town daddios with roving gazes.

Tuxedoed Master of Scandalous Ceremonies Dave Shields introduced the vixen proceeding: "And ladies and gentlemen, here she is now. Let's get together and meet that very delightful, that sultry siren of the Southland, the lovely Bettie Page!"

Bettie commenced a Dance of the Seven Veils that would make any burning-sands sultan drop his hunk o' mutton. 

Arrayed in slips of gold finery, haram scanties, flowing, diaphanous veils -- and serving the delightful innocence/tempestuousness salmagundi that, to this day, commands an international admiring legion -- she did things with her undulatating hips (Twirly and Whirly) and ready-for-play? eyes that stirred into animation primordial desires no sophisticated evolution could refine or restrict.

Maddeningly, Bettie ultimately discarded only four of the seven veils. That brings to thought the show-biz adage 'Always leave them wanting more.'

Following acts were prefaced by Miss Page boom-ba-ba-booming  across the spare stageboards, performers' names gracing the oversized placards she delicately bestowed on an easel.

Lily St. Cyr performed in four neck-wrenching sequences. Other lensed attractions -- of varying quality rankings -- included comedy skits, a can-can dance, and musical numbers. 






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Teaserama was released in 1955. Again Irving Klaw directed. Lorain, Ohio snoot suits sounded trumpets for censorship, and the filmic pulchritude parade was ruled obscene and condemned for destruction.

In the opening sequence, Bettie prances in a microscopic tutu. Her  flirtatious movements, bouncing eyebrows, and limpid-pool baby blues were inspirations of both husbands' closed-door aspirations, and green-eyed wives' fulminations.

A brief interlude found comics Dave Starr and Joe E. Ross trading jokes so old, even their beards had beards. Starr modeled a battered brim and raccoon coat; Ross would later josh it up in TV land, on Bilko as Mess Sergeant Rupert Ritzik and as Car 54's Officer Gunther Toody.

(Throughout, as Bettie again hefted placards announcing other acts, public-domain music later used as the Davey and Goliath theme played.)

More knee-slappers, ballroom-dance exhibitions, and strippers --  including Chris La Chris and Tempest Storm -- ensued. Consider Teaserama to be a pasties-and-g-string-with-hackneyed-punchlines affair. Fun, indeed -- but decidedly not for the whole family.

Cheaplaffs-wag Starr again assumed spotlight. "Y'know, marriage is like a warm bath. When you get used to it, it's not so hot!"

Rimshot.

Bettie later sported black-and-white French maid regimentals. A picture of dainty courtliness, the shapely-gammed glamourpuss assisted bounteously-bosomed Tempest Storm in attiring herself. 

Such was Bettie's impact on the male imagination of the time, that TV show The Honeymooners sort of referenced that bit. When Ralph Kramden hired a frumpish housekeeper, Ed Norton said he'd expected a maid like "that one that helped Lily St. Cyr" (The show's writers did err in stripper identification.)

Among sundry peek-a-boo phenomena, these three reels -- which surely unspooled to the randy acclimation of many-a smoker scotch artist -- illustrate blushingly exactly why Miss Bettie Page shimmies at the Burlesque Hall of Fame's bombshell apex.




Striporama trailer (1953)

Varietease trailer (1954) 

Teaserama trailer (1955) 

Sunday, October 18, 2026

Willie Buck & the Secret 4 feat. Anthony Bruno

Walk On In   double album

(Arrow)



The pairing of Chicago Blues eminence Willie and the Secret 4 ("Link Wray meets Johnny Thunders") allowed for dynamic interpretations of roots-level compositions that commenced feet to shuffling, and swelled within listeners gladness at the fact of life. 'Cause despite hardships that come with the territory, there's a whole bunch of good stuff, too; these 15 tracks are fine examples of the latter.

As is already well-known by afficianados of matters spring-heeled and slick, the Secret 4 is a formidable Blues/Rockabilly/ Jazz powerhouse. Guest saxophonist Bruno, whose previous efforts included ones with the Temptations and Four Tops, hefts a horn "rich and warm, it blows smoke rings and gets soulful, contemporary curves," penned Jazz Weekly.

88 year-old Mr. Buck, of course, looms astride it all, voicing stories as only a soul who's survived each lyric can.

Recommended: "Big Boss Man," "Walk On In," "Ever Change," "Walk'n By Myself," "King Bee," "Can't Be Satisfied," "Lucky Lou," "Wild Rock'n," "Willie's Boogie"

Videos: "Big Boss Man"   "Walk'n By Myself"   "Can't Be Satisfied"   "Lucky Lou"   "Wild Rock'n"   "Willie's Boogie"


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Vince Lightning & the ThunderBoltZ

Veni Vidi Vincey   digital, limited-edition vinyl

(Lightning Records)




The Lieutenant ripped the dispatch from the printer and ran to the chief's office.


"Chief! Chief!"

The grizzled 30-year veteran looked up from his paperwork. "Boy, you know better than to come runnin' in here..."

"But this is BIG!" His hand shaking, the aide handed his boss the dispatch.

"VINCE LIGHTNING?!" The chief nearly fell off his chair. "AND THE THUNDERBOLTZ?!"

His shoulders slumped, the Chief trudged to the window. "Real peaceful little town, we used to have..."

Just as alarm is triggered in Squaresburg, excitement rockets in cool precincts. Vince and dive-battering colleagues specialize in lofty- volume Rock'n'Roll that knows how best to incorporate the lessons of Union Ave. and of later rip-and-stitch sects. (Dig: Swervy licks torn off in "Pop Star Egos" evidence Mistah Johnny's evergreen impact.)

Recommended: "Stuck On Amber," "Jealousy (Is Killing Me)," "Teenage Rebellion," "Pop Star Egos," "Too Much Beer and Cigarettes," "What's Your Name," "Can't Let Go," "In Another World"

Videos: "Stuck On Amber"   "Jealousy (Is Killing Me)" (live in Bromley)   "Too Much Beer and Cigarettes"


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The Lincolns

Do You Remember   digital and physical

(Trater Records)



It was in 2020 that Trater issued these Australian Teds' most recent disc. But the sideburned chain-swingers have since continued burning down houses in steady roadwork. (Forthcoming stage-demolitions are scheduled.) If any non-rocker mistakenly walked into a rave-up gig, they'd surely leave all shook up by the swinging drug called Bopaphine.

Recommended: "Boogiefried," "Mama Don't Like It," "Cry Cry Cry," "Honey Bee" "All the Tears She Cried," "Two Parts Whiskey," "Voodoo Doll"

Videos: "Mama Don't Like It"   "All the Tears She Cried"   "Two Parts Whiskey"


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LenneBrothers Band

Boogie Woogie Queen   best of compilation

(AGR Television Records)



"Doin' what we love, and lovin' what we do / We hold onto that way of life as long as we are able to!" exults main voice/piano player Ele Koch, early on in "Far from the Charts." Such lot is familiar to many toiling admirably in roots genres -- too cool for the mainstream. They slog on, though, for their love for sounds birthed in days of white walls and I Like Ike lashes them on. 

As Prof. Drainpipe-Trousers might impart, the LenneBrothers Band rose quickly in the 2017 wake of the famed LenneRockers. Ele and Teddy Koch presumably had way too much of the good stuff surging through their hearts to call it a day. So, back in the saddle again. And if you can't dance, they're gonna show you how.

(Included w/disc is 20-page booklet.)

Recommended: "High-Class Lady," "Crazy Heart," "Rocky Road Blues," "Scandinavian Rock," "Far from the Charts," "Women, Booze, and Rock'n'Roll," "Mississippi Delta Blues," "She's a Reb," "Try Hard, Dig Deep, Break Through," "Crazy Little Teddy Girl," "Boogie Woogie Queen," "Hot Rod Baby" (live)

Videos: "High Class Lady" (video by NIKI)   "Far from the Charts" (2009 video)   "She's a Reb"   "Crazy Little Teddy Girl"   "Boogie Woogie Queen"   


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CaNibAL BABY

Rushing Argentinian Punk makes merry with spare sound, basic line-up, and Juana Rinaldi's cheeky declarations. Lo-fi production values are their own reward.

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Grey Delisle

Her unassuming voice glides through front-room Country ambling, wrought in hand-tooled manner by Blue Ribbon Boys Jacob Woodside, Jonny Bowler, and Eddie Clendening. Grey shares plaintive testimony of abandonment and new romantic reaching. Given her acheful desire, resistance would be both ice-hearted and pretty dumb.

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Charms from Beyond, Everlasting Cerebrum, and the Cult-Movie Otherworld



As double-features go, this 1962 pairing took the fur-lined teacup. (No one knows precisely what that means.) They offered much to appreciate, for those who savor uncanniness shot through with sci-fi goofiness (Star Creatures) and/or macabre concepts (Brain).

Speculation is that these cult-revered curiosities joined in common cause because other films wanted no part of them.  


Invasion of the Star Creatures




Invasion was written by Jonathan Haze, who'd played Seymour in Roger Corman's 1960 Little Shop of Horrors. Some outdoor scenes were filmed at California's Bronson Canyon. 

(As is well known to connoisseurs of 3AM TV and struggling grindhouses, Invasion was but one b/w flicker staged at Bronson Canyon. The long list includes White Zombie, Robot Monster, It Conquered the World, Teenagers From Outer Space, and Earth vs. the Spider. Too, the Bronson cave served as the Batcave entrance on 1960s TV. Holy ubiquity!) 

Army privates Philbrick and Penn --Bob Ball and Frankie Ray (Perilli) -- are crass, markedly boneheaded bunglers. They trade Noo Yawk wise-guyisms like legal-age Bowery Boys, while mishandling mundane duties, lamenting their khaki lot, and dreaming of astronaut uplift. (Diminutive Ball tends toward whininess; for his part, would-be domineering Ray sports eyebrows of Grouchoesque bounty.)

The under-used Trustin Howard, billed as Slick Slavin, bops around the base as hipster Sergeant Glory.



"Hey man, what's goin' on here," he demands of Frankie. "Like, man - what's happenin'? Like man, you're really swingin'! Where were you headed?" 

"To the Moon," Frankie replies.

"Yeah? What's playin'?"

Bob: "Where is it?" 

"What?" 

"The moon!" 

The finger-popping Glory cracks "Man, I don't know! This ain't my neighborhood!...Hey listen: Both you cats gon' be way out, if you don't get over to the colonel's office!"

"The colonel?!"

"That's right, dad! The Big Bird! The way the eagle flies! So let's get with it. 'Cause I'm your sergeant, y'know what I mean, man?! Come on, get with it!"

Glory marches them off, finger-snapping double-time.

Once inside Col. Awol's office, the sergeant intones "Okay, you men. The colonel's gonna say somethin' important!"

"Now, you men know why you're here." pompously officious (and dunder-pated) Colonel Awol struts. "No, no! 'Course you don't! How could you? Top security! I'll be brief. If there's anything I like, it's a brief briefing! No shilly shallying around, or beating around the bush! I like to set my sights on the target, take aim, and get to the point! What's the point? Oh, yes! Top secret! It concerns... concerns...Sergeant, what does it concern?"

(And yes, it's more than passing strange that Haze was assumedly paid for scripting this.)

Moving forward, Penn and Philbrick explore the cave lair of statuesque, 7-foot pin-ups Prof. Tanga and Dr. Puna -- skintight scanties-clad invaders from planet Kalar -- along with their strong-arm "Vegemen." (Extras in full-body costumes that incorporated burlap, stockings, and ping-pong-ball eyes. The get-ups may have been constructed in a fifth-grade art class.)

Tanga and Puna explain that their bark-hided and mute musclemen are organically germinated from flower pots. Plant-hands are seen gesturing from potted soil.

(In the trailer, a narrator terms them 'gigantic, man-like robots.' But no one in the film ever mentions robotics. 'Continuity Supervisor' is not a position listed in ending credits.)



The outer-space glamour scientists assert early on that they're conquering Earth to accomodate excess Kalar population. But just minutes later, they contradict that rationale by declaring they're invading to save war-happy Earth from itself -- a fairly common sci- fi film trope.

In a later moment, Puna drops the astral pin-ups' usual formal, didactic tone: "That's right, Daddy-o! You're a real square!"

Tanga explains "That was just some of the crude expressions we assimilated from one of your fellow natives."

Philbrick and Penn whirl to exchange glances: "Sergeant Glory!!"




Before and after the cave encounter, there parade basically go-nowhere sequences: A carnival-musical military march, the Three Stooges' chase-through-multiple doorways gag (adapted to inner cave gateways), and an Indian powwow. 

Sporadically popping up are references to "Space Commander Connors," and related rings/fan-club membership.

Sneaking back into the astro-lasses' lair, Philbrick and Penn go wacky with every control dial in sight, swerving the intended conquest irrevocably off discipline. (I believe the technical term is discombobulated.)

It is when the bumbling soldiers introduce kissing to the crestfallen brainy babes, though, that the conclusion is cast. (Electrical static accompanies each liplock.) 

In the final scene, the smiling four speed off in an army jeep bannered "Just Married."

(Frankie Ray Perilli went on to write for various comedians, including Lenny Bruce, whom he also managed for a time.)


The Brain That Wouldn't Die

Better living through medical madness?



Early on, young surgeon/radical experimenter Dr. Bill Cortner happens upon his fiance Jan's just-wrecked car. He wraps her decapitated head in his coat and scurries to his home lab, where he's assisted by a one-good-armed man on whom he's experimented before. 

Twisted notions churn in the windmills of Dr. Bill's mind.

Jan Cortner's head is re-animated via who-knows-what fluids fed through various tubery. Her eyes open, she beholds her ghastly circumstance. Jan immediately pleads for death's release. But the mad doctor has a warped strategy: Transplant his betrothed's skull onto another woman's body.

During that initial lab scene, Dr. Bill peers through the window of a locked lab side door. He grimaces. A hulking it-thing with grossly mishapen cranium, the sad product of a previous botched experiment, is cowering in shadows, having pounded on the door for hours. (And that pounding would become more insistent.)

Throughout much of the flick thereafter, the fever-minded medico frequents strip bars, also considering models, determined to find a female form suitable for heh-heh-heh. He even haunts the apartment camera-club of old aquaintance Doris, a facially scarred figure model. 

(One silent photographer in the scant scene is Sammy Petrillo. Together with Duke Mitchell, Petrillo had imitated Martin and Lewis in 1952's Bela Lugosi Meets a Brooklyn Gorilla.)





Poor Jan stews in absolute despisal of the crackpot who'd put his own peculiar passions above her dignity. She establishes a telepathic link with the as-yet unseen wretch behind the locked side door. A bizarre kinship evolved.

The bad doctor lures camera-club figure-model Doris to his home, with promises to rectify her scarring. He surreptitiously drugs her, though, scheming scalpel deviltry

Conclusive minutes then fly past, staggering imagery their baggage. Jan and the beastly practitioner trade shouts; the two-legged botchman bashes the locked door into splinters, setting on bloody rampage; and the entire lab bursts into conflagration. 

(In a rare positive moment, the freed grotesquerie carries sedated Doris to safety - the beast proving beauty's savior.)

With apologies to Burns, even the best-laid plans of mice and madmen...



Readers curious as to whether Invasion of the Star Creatures or The Brain That Wouldn't Die received any organization's Best Picture trophy can research independently. I've neither the time nor inclination. Besides, scholarship can get in the way of a good time.


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