If there are three bands that expertly mine horror and sci-fi caverns of popular culture with big success, it’s The Fleshtones, Southern Culture on the Skids and Los Straitjackets. Out Oct. 1, they jointly released Mondo Zombie Boogaloo: 100 Years of Roc (Yep Roc), a collection of fun and freaky tunes, just in time for the holidays—you know, Halloween, All Souls Day, Día de los Muertos, Devil’s Night, etc. It’s a helluva good time—“more bloody fun than Bela Lugosi hosting American Bandstand,” according to SCOTS themselves—with each band turning in originals and covers of Halloween’s greatest hits.
Southern Culture on the Skids, with bassist Mary Huff on vocals, channel Deadbolt’s deadpan rockabilly sound on “Demon Death.” The Fleshtones get scathingly topical with “Haunted Hipster.” Surf-instrumental purveyors Los Straitjackets provide crowd-pleasing covers of the themes from Halloween and Ghostbusters—both of which, especially the latter, are irresistible.
Here are a few more tunes you can add to your Halloween playlist:
John Zacherle, “Halloween Hootenanny” (Halloween Hootenanny, Zombie-A-Go-Go/Geffen, 1998)
The Born Losers, “Werewolves on Wheels,” (Halloween Hootenanny, Zombie-A-Go-Go/Geffen, 1998)
The band behind this track—named for the B-grade movie—is actually The Ghastly Ones. Here, they’re The Born Losers, probably so they wouldn’t seem like overt favorites of Zombie-A-Go-Go label honcho Rob Zombie, who released The Ghastly Ones’ 1998 album A-Haunting We Will Go-Go. This isn’t freaky so much as it’s just a cool biker-surf instro with a howling intro. In fact, it sounds more like a cartoon theme song—but those are all good things.
Charles Manson, “Look at Your Game, Girl” (Lie: The Love & Terror Cult, ESP Disk Ltd., 1970)
45 Grave, “Partytime” (The Return of the Living Dead OST, Restless, 1985)
As with a lot of rock & roll tunes, The Minus 5 is just using horror-film imagery as metaphor for real-life stuff. It’s not the first time Scott McCaughey has done it, but here in a raucous, snotty, kickass anthem, it’s pretty effective. Think of your soulless ex and how he or she took liberties with the truth as though it was no big deal. If it walks and talks like a zombie …
Sounding a bit like Daniel Johnston, Owen performs a song based on a poem by B.C. Sterrett, a local comic- book writer/illustrator and ringmaster of Incredibly Strange Movie night at Brewvies. It’s about cheese, and it starts out all sexy: “Peeling back the plastic now, the cheese is in the nude/ so white and pure and stinky/ this cheese is my favorite, dude.” It takes a turn for the worse, though, as our song’s protagonist winds up underground among strange creatures that also really want that cheese. Maybe not so scary … but definitely strange.
The main piano part is what everyone recognizes as the theme from The Exorcist. That’s how side one of Oldfield’s now-classic album starts out: haunting and urgent and rather cold—and it only gets creepier. Oldfield jumps between time signatures and minor and major keys, and brings in new instruments and vocalizations so the piece is constantly changing. The only constant is that the listener is never at peace. The changes, even when they sound calm or beautiful, are only setups—especially in Part 2. The subsection “Peace” nearly lulls you into its titular state. Then, “Bagpipe Guitars” returns the tension and even ratchets it up before heavy drums herald the arrival of the “Caveman” (or “Piltdown Man”). His guttural utterances suggest a much more frightening entity—an angry demonic presence. Rumor has it that it’s just Oldfield, drunk on Jameson, pitching a fit against Richard Branson’s insistence that one track on the album have vocals. But the screams, howls and growls sound positively baleful. He must’ve been pretty pissed.