Tuesday, 20 June 2017


Astonishing outsider funk from Forrest Terry, originally released in 1980 but recently made available by the good people at Athens of the North. I love everything about this lo fi sci fi track: its murky sound, its muddled structure - the fact that Forrest had the foresight to make a video - and his superlative work on the Tri-speed Moog Keytar Synthesizer Guitar, an instrument that he invented. 

Thursday, 15 June 2017


d. Kazuhiko Yamaguchi (1975)

Wolfguy is great. Based on a Manga, it stars the amazing Sonny Chiba as Wolf, a roving reporter and troubleshooter who is also the only survivor of a clan of wolf people. The details of this are a little confusing as, unlike a common or garden werewolf, he doesn't transform into something hairy and vicious every full moon but instead becomes endowed with super strength and kung fu abilities, as well as the most un-lupin-like ability to leap thirty feet in the air and be shot with a machine gun over and over. 

None of this matters, of course, especially as he is investigating a series of bloody murders committed by a victim of gang rape who is so angry at being infected with syphilis that she is able to project her rage into the form of an avenging tiger. Naturally, a shadowy government department is interested in both of these unusual people, wanting either their compliance or their blood, hoping to use it to create a cohort of unstoppable super assassins.  
Bloody, kinky, full of fighting, jumping and running around, Wolfguy also has a groovy soundtrack. Seriously, what's not to like? 

Saturday, 10 June 2017


When I was a little kid, my heroes were all action men: Flash Gordon, Tarzan, Batman. I used to like Batman so much that on a Saturday morning I'd pester my Mum to take me over to my Grandparents house which, despite only being a few miles away, was sufficiently more westerly to pick up London Weekend Television instead of Anglia. There, I could watch Batman in glorious black and white, unknowingly missing at least fifty percent of its pop art appeal. It didn't matter, I loved it.

Adam West has died at the suitably ripe old age of 88, and the world is a worse place. He may not have always had great roles, but he was a great actor - intelligent, funny, knowing, camp as a row of tents. It was his personality that shaped his Batman more than anything else, and much of the credit for its short-lived but phenomenal and indelible success belongs to him. RIP, Adam.   





After Franz Stuck (2017)

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

Friday, 2 June 2017


From Marshall Sylver Teaches You Self-Hypnosis (1990)

Marshall Sylver is a motivational speaker, author and hypnotist. A self-styled 'Millionaire Maker', he claims to be able to give anyone who attends his seminars the power to be a success. In 2003, he was sued by nine unhappy, presumably poor customers but managed somehow to persuade the judge and jury that there was no case to answer. 

Monday, 29 May 2017


The new series of Twin Peaks is so much better than I could have even hoped. Eighteen episodes is not really enough, but gives Lynch just enough time to include some diversions, such as the wonderful scene with Wally Brando. Spin off, please.  

Saturday, 27 May 2017


More just before and right after frames from Hanna Barbera, this time from The New Scooby Doo Movies (1972), a pretty average show in which Mystery Inc. team up with such luminaries as The Three Stooges, Laurel & Hardy, Sonny and Cher, Batman and Robin, the Addams Family, the Harlem Globetrotters, Davy Jones from The Monkees and Mama Cass. Yep, really. 

Why is everything so purple? Well, because Scooby Doo adventures mainly take place at night, that's when the fake ghosts come out. 

Monday, 22 May 2017


Moor Mother creates a fiery blend of Afrofuturism, beat poetry and protest politics set to jittery, complex electronic soundscapes. The effect is challenging, unnerving, constantly moving. It points its finger in your face and demands your full attention. I'm listening.

Thursday, 18 May 2017



As a child, all Kenyan artist Cyrus Kabiru wanted was a pair of glasses, but his strict Dad forbade him from wearing them. Now he rootles through the rubbish tips of Nairobi, looking for chunks of metal and strips of wire he can use to sculpt unique spectacles that wouldn't look out of place on the incredible Sun Ra, the thinking and feeling person's Elton John.

I've been wearing glasses since I was nine, as of today, a mere forty years. I've clearly been doing it wrong.