Beach horror girls party surf monsters       

Cars, girls, surfin,' beer / Nothin' else matters here...

Except mystery creatures and blood spurtings.

Frankie and Annette took a bad sideroad off the family-fun freeway, and crashed their Bikini Beach woody wagon into Monster Murder drive in. 

These celluloid throwaways share much: college cookies shimmying flesh storms in all manner of scant swimwear; the transister blare of trebly, wipeout Rock'n'Roll; sandy/splashy revelers aging out of their teen phases and considering adulthood; clunky, PG-grade bon mots that flirt with ribaldry; and authorities -- baffled by mounting gruesome atrocities -- doggedly unraveling the perpetrator puzzle, with heavy-handed, melodramatic soundtrack. (Which contrasts sharply with the beach-blanket-bingo watusis.)

These flicks provided inspiration for Punk magazine's 1978 Mutant Monster Beach Party, a b&w photoplay that featured Joey Ramone, Debbie Harry, and a host of other CBGB's VIPs.

A word on the monster costumes: They are not without finned and scaly aesthetic positives. But each also seems overdone and kinda junior varsity. Perhaps producers couldn't afford Paul Blaisdell.

The Beach Girls and the Monster (1965)

The trailer's narrator gushes: "Beach-party lovers, making hey-hey in the moonlight, while the monster waits and watches!" Featured are "the glamourous watusi dancing girls from Hollywood's famed Whiskey A-Go-Go!"

Bunny is one of three bikini dolls scampering across burning sands with their surfboard boytoys. She leads her own summer flame on a run, losing him. 

Alone, she is vulnerable. A hulking fish-headed monstrosity -- with streamers dangling inexplicably from its torso -- staggers from a nearby cave. And poor Bunny is ripped all to past tense.

The investigating sheriff is struck by fishy crime-scene footsteps. He seeks the counsel of local marine biologist Dr. Otto Lindsay, whose home abuts the beach.

The professor (whose son Richard abandoned their shared research for swimmy hijinx) fumes that the beach partiers are only "loafers" and "little tramps," who "contribute nothing to decent society!" Privately, he laments his son's growing disinterest in their scientific studies and go-go preference.

Given that, only obtuse viewers could not intuit that the credentialed pater is complicit. 

Lacing matters are a runaround step-mother, life-direction agonizing by the professor's son, and the plight of an injured sculpter friend. (In one moment, the friend is toyed with/cast aside by the step-floozy. "I could kill her!" he seethes. The red-herring is both transparent and ineffectual.)

Also in the melange is an evening beach scene, in which hormones-surgent, surfside merrymakers clap in time to Frank Sinatra Jr song, "Monster In the Surf." The insipid ditty is voiced by a beatnik sort, via head-shakingly dumb hand puppet "Kingsley the Lion." 

The remainder of The Beach Girls and the Monster portrays more stalkings (by you-know-who), tune-packed beach wingdings, and savage killings of swivel-hipped subadults.

Lindsay is ultimately unmasked whilst committing yet more crimson-dripping devilment. The murderous fish doctor/counterfeit sea-carnivore leads police on a swervy, dark-of-night car chase. 

Dr. Linsay's car smashes through a mountain-road barrier, tumbles downward end-over-end, and explodes in flames.

Sorry Charlie.

The Horror of Party Beach (1966) 

Billed as the 'first monster-musical!' per the trailer, only theatergoers willing to sign a "Fright Release" -- a viewer agreement to assume all legal responsibility for resultant medical episodes - would be permitted to see film. (The gimmick is worthy of William Castle.)

Upon arriving at a sand-fest, defiant fun-chick Tina and "It's time to grow up" beau Hank verbally snarl. (We later learn he serves as assistant to area scientist Dr. Gavin.) 

A tide-splashed hullabaloo is in wild session. Kicks-crazed kids do dance sensations in joy-addled gymnastic frenzies. A constant in The Horror of Party Beach is the jangly, harmonic surf-rave blasted by New Jersey's Del-Aires.

After enjoying that gander at flirty frolic, viewers witness the dumping of university research-waste chemicals into murky ocean depths. Spreading over a skull (from a fishing boat accident cited later), the poisons also commingle with aquatic phenomena -- and a fishman takes form.

(Suspicions are that the sea creatures in The Horror of Party Beach were contrived by rogue employees of Oscar Meyer.)

Tina's ensuant frolicking with a cycle-gang leader exacerbates tensions. She flounces off alone. (Cue ominous background music.) Unseen by the defiant swing chick, the two-legged agua-beast lurches from a cave.

Gore. Screams. Death.

Police enlist Dr. Gavin in their investigation. While the scientist and Hank focus on practical angles, housekeeper Eulabelle is adamant that voodoo is involved -- to the point of carrying a crude poppet.

(A romantic subplot blooms, pairing Dr. Gavin's daughter Elaine and grieving Hank.)

In the aftermath of a graphically grisly slumber-party massacre -- as well as additional carnage -- it is understood the agua menace has multiplied. Attempts at discerning a manner to exterminate the horrors intensify.

Dr. Gavin, Hank, and others analyze a creature's severed hand. And when distraught Eulabelle accidentally spills metallic sodium onto it -- and it shrivels in dehydration -- all realize good ol' table salt is the weapon needed. (When it rains, it not only pours -- it annihilates.)

Hank is dispatched to New York to obtain sodium in vast quantities.  Returning to supply authorities with the required armament, he finds Elaine and Dr. Gavin under monster attack. 

The brutality is put down in short order, disproving medical consensus: Salt is good for humanity's health.

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Hillbilly Halloween - A Collection of Haunted Country and Hillbilly Music!

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He warn't tellin' no lie, that old stump-jumper down the way: After Jasper n'em douse the fire under the kettle, when lightness starts t'fadin', danged if ha'nts don't come 'round an' fire up cold cinders. You'd be right smart t'bar the door, if'n you got a hankerin' t'hear this here on the victrola.

Recommended: "Flyin' Saucer Baby" (Georgia Jim), "Rockin' Bones" (Ronnie Dawson), "Forces of Evil" (Jay Brinkley), "The Ghost in the Graveyard" (The Prairie Ramblers), "Riders in the Sky" (Stan Jones), "Jole Blon's Ghost" (Orville Newby and the Saddle Serenaders), "Haunted House Boogie" (The 3D Valley Boys)

Videos: "Flyin' Saucer Baby"   "Jole Blon's Ghost"   "Ghost-Town-Boogie"   "Haunted House Boogie"   "Hashing Up the Devil"

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The Phantom A.D. - Torment or Treats (and Torment)                        

In a months-long spree only just begun, the Phantom A.D.'s Horrorween Tour will storm its maliciously lunatic way across Norman Rockwell's placid states. (Have a care, square ones: Attending these sinister soirees may well bring premature persishment to the unhip.) 

Included on the invasion itinerary are Texas, Louisiana, Alabama, Florida, Oregon, Washington, Georgia, Tennessee, Oklahoma, Kansas, and the rocker-from-beyond's own California.

For the monsterman, every night is All Hallow's Eve. It's like 1993 movie Groundhog Day, but if it had been scripted by Curt Siodmak.

A chill gust chases off twisted and spindly tree branches' remaining withered leaves; witching-hour streets are barren, save for ghosts busying themselves with grotesque diversions; a pale blood-moon shines unforgiving glare on the innocent orb mortal men call Earth...

And The Phantom A.D. couldn't be happier -- in the cruelest of manners. As a composer, he cleverly interlaces forbidden poetry and charging Rock'n'Roll birthed in some netherworldly jukebox. His frenzied guitar summons forth a remorselessly-lashed, phantasmagoric creature stitched from fret-stranglers who preceded, and who knew how best to contrive raucous infectiousness. 

To all that, he ladles on idiosyncratic maneuverings that ring precisely right.

And in his guttural intonations, one hears the testimony of a man who not only sat through innumerable drive-in scare-flicks, but probably dove into the screen to gleefully abet the deviance.

As this writer puts quill to parchment, crazed acolytes in slated environs will soon revel in the straight-from-the-fridge madness he unleashes at perilous volumes. Finger-popping bizzaritude can be reliably predicted to ravish ears, whether they dig it or not. 

 

His crusade of the freakish has sordid history. A part-time substitute teacher, Harley Isaac Rother intuits his destiny is to tear apart temporal distance from eerie dimensions uncharted, through Rock'n'Roll that respects no reasonable stricture. 

Albums documenting his dire mission include 2015's The Unspeakable Horror of Isaac Rother and the Phantoms and The Terrifying Return of Isaac Rother and the Phantoms. Later assuming his rightful title, The Phantom A.D., he issued The Phantom A.D. Plays Ghoulish Rock'n'Roll and this year's Revenge of the Phantom. (All were released by Rock N Rhythm Records.)

As ever, in that latest wax, The Phantom A.D.'s cobwebbed, latex-monster hood features darkness as a 24/7 proposition. Splenetic chords race like risen-from-beneath, demolition terrors, hip to the ways of lost avenues Rock'n'Roll. Swirling his cape while surfing atop a saucer, The Phantom A.D. growls enunciations that bespeak horrors good men know not. 

Martin Milner scrambles for exit, though Mickey "Bip Bop Boom" Hawks and Shadowman Link stick around where the action is.

In 2025, he greeted creature cognoscenti, shared his swinging hideousness, and mongered merch at the Famous Monsters of Filmland convention in Pennsylvania. That costumed spectacle befit a man whose prodigious lurkings amidst midnight spook-show haunts feature catchy songs suited variously to mausoleum exhumations, TV cathode rays, and beach party bingo. 

In a Facebook post at the time, the caped archfiend said: "This is such an honor to be included, given the incredible legacy of Famous Monsters. In the pre-internet world, Famous Monsters Of Filmland was THE place to learn about horror movies. Its legacy is unmatched."

Those souls thronging to The Phantom A.D.'s Horrorween Tour 2026 appearances may snap cell-phone photos, but should not be flabbergasted when they later find that his image has not been preserved.

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