Thursday, August 24, 2017

I love love love that vruuuummm sound of a wood chipper. The sound of efficiency.

Lots of favorites this week, from vintage Sebadoh | new Hell | new Sunrot | Light of the Morning Star | vintage Shriekback | new Impalers | new Blank Spell | new Urarv | new One Master | attic/blonde dissection | mid-2000s Eduardo Polonio ... Personal favorites included Altar of Scum | | ,,,and our closing 40-min.+ of live Trepaneringsritualen (currently on tour.)

I swear these posts will get longer with the onset of Autumn. Looking back, I used to write things that were like "micro-lit" here. Just waiting out the end of Summer, busy with "life stuff," and not feeling terribly inspired to extrapolate, beyond a program rundown and a movie recommendation or two.


Apart from some titles already discussed on this week's program, I just last night watched what just might turn out to be one of my favorite viewing experiences of this year—from 2011—but new to me, and freshly available to scrubs with a Shudder account: The Oregonian, directed and written by Calvin Reeder, who you may know better as having small parts in some great 2000s horror films (as the cop who arrives at the sploshy ending of You're Next, or as Gary, the head thug in "Tape 56," the wraparound story from V/H/S the first.)

The Oregonian hits the ground running (appreciated, in horror especially), and is deftly filmed & edited to incorporate modern shaky-cam techniques (when scene-appropriate) with a "70s psychic-surreal road film" aesthetic. Think O'Brien's The Third Policeman, with a female protagonist, set very decidedly in the Pac NW, with a recurring and disarming frog-furry costumed character.

Up top, the chillingly amoral Ryunosuke, from The Sword of Doom (1966.) Click there to stream this week's horrorcast™ in full.

Friday, August 11, 2017

"Cry To Me" BY Heart Folk Guitar Love Songs Pretty Nice Ann & Nancy Wilson.

The centerpiece of our horrorcast™ this week was a barbarous live set by SCREECH, their FIRST LIVE SET ever, as it turns out, though neither myself nor anyone listening would have known. Tight and mincey—clearly solidly rehearsed—they plied us with older songs, newer, unreleased songs, and several favorites from their outstanding full length The Color Greed, the record that led me to them in the first place (first via the Mister Mincer channel on YouTube, then to their bandcamp.) Very pleased that I was able to do my little part to bring SCREECH's music to the airwaves, and hopefully to a wider audience, with greater things to come for the band.

Other listener favorites included new NRIII | new Sunrot | YET MORE Butthole Surfers | new Oranssi Pazuzu | Ewige Schlangenkraft | Von Nacht | Bahuchara | Unsustainable Social Condition | Keith Fullerton Whitman ...

I'm in a heady, on-edge, ready-to-snap mix of "too much caffeine," and "fear of nuclear war," with the joy of knowing that I'm getting tattooed later this afternoon mixed in. Can't really add much more at this time.

Our screen cap this week returns us again to the great South-Korean film The Wailing; a scene from the near-endthat still won't make sense to those who haven't yet seen it—click there to stream this week's full horrorcast and the SCREECH set in full.

Back in two weeks! Happy fucking summer.

Friday, August 4, 2017

so good.. this morning a dj saved my life

Sweating to the oldies, quite literally...which I'm fine with, as long as it's "22 Going On 23" and "Brained By Falling Masonry." While 80s popular culture was biting it big—big hair, big belts, bright colors, and white Englishmen playing pop reggae—the musical underground (as viewed by me, then a newbie @ WFMU) was churning with vitality.

Also lined up for praise: new Wiccans | Glue | vintage Smegma | another great excursion from the upcoming Breakdancing Ronanld Reagan full-length | Argholsent | Bill Orcutt | new works by Sects | R. Nikolaenko | Orphan Swords ...

We laughed, we shuddered, and my dog barked on mic. As my old running buddy R. Cuevas used to say, "Billy man, I'm tiiied," and I am, tired as fuck, and braced for an evening airport pickup, so I'm gonna keep this short. Suffice it to say that this week's horrorcast™ had an even-better-than-usual gelling of content, reflected by much praise on and off our playlist comments, which I humbly accept. If I can please myself, and please YOU at the same time, then it was all worthwhile. The ol' radio reach-around. Bam Bam, Bam Bam Billah.

For this week's playlist capture we returned to the oft-visited Joe Spinell and William Lustig's Maniac, just about as good a slasher movie as there ever will be, scalps on mannequins and whatnot. Click there to stream the full horrorcast archive, view song info & album-cover art, and read the heady swirl of listener comments.

My sole film recommendation this week is something Castleheads are likely already on top of, Ben Wheatley's Free Fire, the latest feature from the ever-surprising, can't miss British director—not a horror film at all—but a raucous, grimy, funny and frenetic shootout film, set in a warehouse in 1970s Boston, with an International cast of miscreant types. High-low entertainment.

Live music next week in studio from NYC's SCREECH; and in the words of Papa Lazarou, "We would love for you to join us!"