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!"
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