On the prowl for some spooky/kooky records to soundtrack your All Hallow's Eve and Day of the Dead fetes? Then by all means creep up on these fresh-to-death platters of Horror-rific, fringe fantasy realness for your Halloween listening pleasure!
This coming Thursday I'll be spinning spooky tunes on the wheels of steel as a part of the Halloween festivities at Amoeba Music SF! Digging through my collection for seasonally appropriate, horrorific jams unearthed this far out number by German rockers The Rattles. Check out their video for "The Witch" below and join us on Halloween for batty beats, trick-or-treating, and our annual costume contest -- pets welcome!
Halloween is less than two weeks away! What are YOU going to wear?
Embracing the spirit of the season, here's a look back at some of my favorite music-related/ inspired Halloween costumes created by the boys and gouls at Amoeba Music San Francisco....
Here's our own Grace Cooper channeling her uncle Alice:
Robert Smith will surely Cure any Halloween costume conundrum, as our Erin found:
From Dave Grohl's Sound City to 20 Feet From Stardom there have been some really great music-related documentary films released recently, perhaps none so overwhelmingly transcendental as the story of a reliable hit-maker and an iconic sound rooted in a sleepy corner of Alabama called Muscle Shoals.
Between providing the most literal rendering of "I'll Take You There" and dabbling in discovering the metaphysical origins of what has come to be lauded as the "Muscle Shoals sound," Muscle Shoals blends reflective interviews of those who lived and tracked the music, bolstered by snippets and loops of the iconic sound itself, with layers of pastoral vistas and rustic rural vignettes of the surrounding countryside, playing like a gorgeous cinematographic back-mask. Combined with the fleeting highs and the tragic lows experienced by musician, songwriter and Fame Studios producer Rick Hall, his session players, The Swampers (who would later found a similarly nondescript recording studio across town in a former casket factory), among others still living in the glory of the Muscle Shoals nexus, the film also depicts the triumph of a phenomenon bigger than anyone can fully understand nowadays: the earthly crossroads of soul, country, funk and rock and roll at a time when "separate but equal" was the order of the day.
Not an Autumn goes by that I don't indulge in the ultimate cinematic sacrifice to the regenerative forces of Spring by viewing the most excellent British cult classic The Wicker Man (not to be confused with the poorly-honeyed and over-the-top misogynist romp of a remake starring Nicholas Cage). This year's viewing, however, will be an extra special treat in that the film is celebrating 40 years of horrific pagan pageantry with the theatrical release of The Wicker Man: The Final Cut wherein director Robin Hardy's original vision is finally restored.
For those who have never seen it, take warning. This film is unsettling in that it is a bit of a musical studded with weird sex scenes and even weirder segments debatably necessary nudity, often interrupted by non-violent horror elements and culturally-confused comedic spells all revolving around a central mystery thread: a child is reported missing from a remote Hebridean island and the stringent Sergeant Howie (Edward Woodward), come from the mainland, is determined to find out what happened. The result is a very revisitable cinematic delight, though it ultimately leaves disconcerting and, depending on your moral compass, a horrifically distressful aftertaste.