I’m a huge Angelspit fan. If I had kids, and it turned out they weren’t Angelspit fans, I’d make ’em spend a night in the yard with the dogs until they got their heads straightened out.
Mark Gatiss‘ History of Horror programs are a must-watch for a lot of reasons, one of which being that, during the second installment, he touches upon “Folk Horror”: a series of made during the late-sixties and early-seventies. Examples of Folk Horror would include Witchfinder General, Mark of the Devil, The Wicker Man, and the excellent Blood on Satan’s Claw.
The musical equivalent of these films would be Unto Ashes. You could argue with me about that staement, but you’d be wrong.
I really wouldn’t be doing my job if I failed to include a song called “Horror Music” by a band called Rosegarden Funeral Party, now would I?
I lose a great deal of sleep over folks whose Halloween music playlist consists of “Thriller” and “Spooky”. COMMIT TO THE HOLIDAY, PEOPLE!
Here’s some old school Goth: Belle Morte with “Where Shadows Lie”
Let’s take a moment to recap:
Day One: “No More Nightmares” – Dead When I Found Her
Day Two: “Stalker” – Numb
Day Three: “Corpses (A Zombie love Song)” – God Module
Day Four: “The Killing Moon” – Echo and the Bunnymen
Day Five: “Alfadhirhaiti” – Heilung
Day Six (sixty-six): “Gallowdance” – Lebanon Hanover
Day Seven: “Nite Rite” – Ash Code
Day Eight: “Kasvetli Kutlama” – She Past Away
Day Nine: “Wicked Woman” – Coven
Day Ten: “Worn Skin” – Bestial Mouths
Day Eleven: “Ed Gein” – Killdozer
Day Twelve: “Laurie (Strange Things Happen)” – Dickie Lee
Day Thirteen: “Black Ju Ju” – The Skeletal Family
Day Fourteen: “Pet Sematary” – Helalyn Flowers
Day Fifteen: “The Devil’s Ball” – Maurice Burkhart
Day Sixteen: “Burn Witch Burn” – Ego Likeness
Day Seventeen: “Long Black Veil” – The Chieftains and Mick Jagger
Day Eighteen: “The Ravens Fly” – Kevorkian Death Cycle
Day Nineteen: “A Witch Stole Sam” – Mark Korvan
Which brings us to a song a never fail to include on my Halloween comps: “Teddy” by RazorBladeKisses
I really need to get a tattoo of a raven.
Once, while visiting the Tower of London I had my path blocked by one of the ravens who reside there. It wasn’t going to give up an inch of ground and I – knowing that a raven can, and will, bite off your finger – wasn’t going to force the issue.
“I’m not doing anything”, I protested.
“I’m talking to Rodney.”
“Yes. You are, indeed, talking to Rodney. I don’t know how you know my name but…”
“Rodney is that raven’s name.”
Here’s the mighty Kevorkian Death Cycle with “The Ravens Fly”.