And so to the last of this year's Halloween posts. Three songs tonight, all by bands I know next to nothing about, performing songs with a kind of schlock Hammer House Of Horror theme.
First off is Kitty In A Casket, with Bride Of The Monster. This band seem to have appeared since I sort of drifted away from the scene, so I only know them from having seem them on various YouTube videos. Good stuff, though!
And now for Bristol (UK) band, the Kings Of Outer Space, with Sugar Muffin Is A Werewolf, which I simply had to include, if only 'cause that way I get to nick the title for this post…
Blimey, Halloween's almost upon us and it's days since I posted a Halloween Hullabaloo video. So here's two. (In my defence, Cannonball Jones, who came up with the whole idea, has been less than regular with his posts, too—though he caught up some today—so I'm in good company!)
This one's a number by Thee Flatliners, a band of whom I know virtually nothing, except that they're Austrian, entitled Prisoner Of The Night. Great song, though! —Daz
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Anyways, here's a bit of a silly one. The Toy Dolls, with their typically idiosyncratic version of Charlie Daniels' The Devil Went Down To Georgia Scunthorpe.
It's carnival night in Taunton. I shan't be attending. I got jaded of standing in the cold watching brightly lit floats go past, playing over-amplified (I can hear it from here, best end of two miles away) top-ten hits that I'd never want to listen to unless someone put a gun to my head, many many years ago. Don't get me wrong, it's a great night if you have kids, or haven't seen it before—the style of carnival we have here in Somerset is, apparently, unique to the area, and it really is a nice spectacle for those who haven't already seen thirty-odd of 'em—it's just that I am, as I say, somewhat jaded on it.
Oops! I forgot last night's halloween post! So here it is. Just for a change, let's go with a track most people will already know. Here's the Eagles, with Witchy Woman, courtesy of Mack, the mad mackem woman who really does seem to think that real music ended in about 1978, and who suggested the song. —Daz
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Okay, so it's time for tonight's Halloween Hullabaloo entry. Cannonball Jones, whose tastes seem a tad more catholic than my own, has posted a rap song of all things. Not a genre I know much about, but I'd think horror-esque rap songs would be few and far between, so chalk one up for inclusivity and a good find. Well done, that man!
Well, I finally got t'internet back. I would have had it on Monday, but some silly berk at BT "forgot to include the hub in the order"! How such a lapse is possible, I have no idea, but, ah well, all's well what ends well. And I have to say that BT's help line and help-staff are much more, well, helpful than TalkTalk's. One chap even phoned me back, when a helpful procedure occured to him, that he'd not thought of whilst talking to me. And I'm back in town now, rather than out in the sticks, and the move closer to the exchange has done serious wonders for my bandwidth. From a top download-speed of about 140Kps I've gone to summat in the region of 1300Kps … Blink, and it's done. Mind you, it still takes my outdated old box bloomin' ages to install the download thus sped to me, but the gift-horse's new dentures should definitely not be sneezed at.
Anyways, for now, here's my belated next posting in Cannonball Jones's Halloween Hullaballoo season.
I hope he'll forgive me posting two vids in one entry, given that I've had to miss so many anyway. I thought I'd go for two songs with the same title, which means they work better as one post anyway. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking with it!
So here's the Sweet and the Radiacs with their takes on the word Hellraiser.
And I'm off to see what Mr jones has been posting in my absence. —Daz
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Okay, so no sooner do I get back to blogging after an extended absence due to busy-ness, than my life turns upside down. I'm moving. Into my mum's spare room, of all places. (Living with Mum at forty-six! Jebus!) All of which means that I'm going to be very busy for the next few days, with packing an' all, plus the fact that I have to change address with my ISP, so I may be anything up to a week (if I remember rightly, from the last time I moved) without internet, once I've moved. Although, I suppose, I 'spect I can wander over to my sister's place and use her computer to at least keep tabs on my email, so I shan't be facing a multi-hundred message backlog, as I was last week. And the subject, courtesy of Mr Jones, of the rest of this post, means that I can get away with many YouTube postings, in lieu of real blog-posts…
Last one of these Halloween posts. (‘Praise be to his noodly appendages,’ I hear you cry.) I hope you've all enjoyed at least some of the gore-splattered tracks on offer.
It' been fun for me, at least, though even now I keep thinking of other songs I could've included. Just including what I have ripped to my PC, the psychobilly folder contains near-on fifteen-hundred tracks, which should give an idea of just how spoiled for choice I've been. Ah, well. There's always next year…
To finish off, I've chosen three personal long-time favourites; The Sugar Puff Demons' Burke And Hare, Batmobile's Transylvanian Express, and The Griswalds' Fright Night. Stay sick, stay psycho —Daz
