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My Delicious Spaghetti Western Vinyl Record

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Now here’s an obscurity–in 1998, Dagored in association with another Italian company called Abraxis (not sure of the exact connection here but both names appear on the record) released this awesome collection of music from a number of obscure spaghetti westerns including more a couple of Sartana films, one called Buckaroo, and Il Segno del Coyote.

Some complain that Ennio Morricone has no representation on this compilation record, but for SOME of us, that’s actually the selling point of the album–you can find Morricone all day, every day in every record store in the land; what you can’t get so readily are the sounds of Francesco De Masi, Bruno Nicolai, Lallo Gori and others on this album.

If you love spaghetti westerns and can’t get enough of those soundtrack sounds, this album is a treat. Bruno Nicolai, for the uninitiated, sounds a lot like Morricone–and with good reason. He was Morricone’s conductor, so there’s a natural progression and influence in style and tone. If you love Morricone, watch out, Bruno Nicolai will soon become a new source of financial strain as you try to collect all HIS great work as well.

New spaghetti western junkies will also come to love and respect De Masi and the other great names featured here.

To whet your appetite, check out the vid clip at the end of this post for one of the better tracks off this awesome compilation courtesy of a fellow Italian movie obsessive on YouTube! This is one of the Bruno Nicolai tracks from Have A Good Funeral, My Friend…Sartana Will Pay which is represented on My Delicious Spaghetti Western.

Turntabling has one copy of My Delicious Spaghetti Western for sale, first-come, first-served. This is an import 180 gram vinyl record in Very Good+ condition. The vinyl has some surface marks that do not affect playback.

Buy the My Delicious Spaghetti Western import vinyl LP from Turntabling for $24.00 plus shipping. This album ships overseas, and shipping may be extra depending on the destination. We will bill you for any excess postage required or refund any excess you may have paid. Turntabling does not inflate shipping charges to make a quick buck!







Frank Tovey: The Fad Gadget The Singles Sealed Vinyl LP

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There’s no denying it–Fad Gadget was one of the greatest synth groups of its era. Frank Tovey was a madman with a synth–his onstage antics routinely ended up causing him personal injury and notoriety, and the music itself was an uncompromising wall of nihilism and electronics. Even when Tovey veered off into folkie country, he was still edgy as hell and one of the more unique exports of the U.K. indie music scene in the 80s and 90s.

Today he is probably best remembered for the singles “Collapsing New People”, “Love Parasite”, and “Swallow It”, but work overall deserves another look–the tracks hold up very well over the course of time and his legacy should not be overlooked.

Sadly, Frank Tovey died in the 90s just as he was on the verge of doing a comeback. This collection of singles is a GREAT introduction for those who haven’t had the Fad Gadget experience, and a wonderful reminder for the rest of us. Check the vid clip at the end of this post for the proof–Fad Gadget deserves all its accolades.

Turntabling is very pleased to offer a single copy of this SEALED, unopened original release of the singles. It’s for sale on a first-come, first served basis and is a fabulous collector’s item from the era. This is a vinyl record released on the Mute label, unopened and never played.

Buy Frank Tovey: The Fad Gadget Singles vinyl record from Turntabling for $25 plus shipping. This record ships overseas but postage may be higher depending on the shipping location. Turntabling will bill for additional postage or refund where necessary. We don’t inflate shipping costs!




Russ Meyer Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! Picture Disc Vinyl LP

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Russ Meyer’s Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! is a classic of the drive-in exploitation genre.  As the trailer says, “The sweetest kittens have the sharpest claws.” My favorite line from the movie, asked by a crotchety desert-dweller; “You girls a bunch of nudists or are you just…short of clothes?” How can you possibly go wrong with this movie?

For a start, you get Tura Satana wiping the floor with the dudes and rolling around in the hay to boot. This is the movie that put Russ Meyer in the hearts and minds of drive-in denizens everywhere, even if it took a little time to get there. And on the soundtrack front, the music for this is really fun–that blurry line between late 50s camp and groovy beatnik watusi madness. The theme song alone is worth the price of admission.

People who pull serious faces about cinema give Russ Meyer the short shrift, but these weren’t SUPPOSED to be Zaffirelli or Bergman pictures. They are what they are. Have a look at the trailer for Faster Pussycat! at the end of this post. If you haven’t experienced a Russ Meyer movie yet, you’re in for a treat. We recommend seeing Beyond the Valley of the Dolls first, but Faster Pussycat! is a good second choice.

Turntabling presents the Russ Meyer Faster Pussycat! Kill!…Kill! soundtrack picture disc in excellent condition, which was made in Germany but QDK Media. There is one copy available on a first-come, first served basis. It has a clear vinyl sleeve and a red outer dust jacket.

This vinyl record ships overseas–postage may vary depending on location. We will contact you for additional postage if needed or refund excess postage where applicable–we do NOT inflate shipping charges!

Buy the Russ Meyer Faster Pussycat! Kill!…Kill! import picture disc from Turntabling for $50.00 plus shipping.







WTF Album Covers: Top Dog Slam Dunk’n Hoes

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I was browsing the design site Creative Meat when lo and behold, what do I find but a collection of top WTF moments of album cover design genius. My favorite wrong-headed cover (and in this case just plain misogynistic to boot) has to be courtesy of a gent calling himself Top Dog. Just look at the liberal, forward-thinking mentality at work on this record, Slam Dunk’n Hoes:

One of the biggest criticisms leveled at hip-hop is that a rather uncomfortable number of the artists involved seem to be all about freedom, equality and the right to be what you are…as long as you are male. Album covers like Top Dog’s don’t really do much to counter that argument, no?

But never mind all that, after all, Top Dog clearly doesn’t care about any of that and we’re wasting our breath trying to convince him that his attitudes are, well, crap. Let’s address the pressing issue of eye pollution here. Top Dog looks like he just stepped away from his segment on The View, talking about a new high colonic regimen and juice-only health plan. He really could be on tour with Joel Osteen here instead of, well, slam dunking “hoes”.

And one thing that is ALWAYS priceless about these kinds of projects is the list of “guest stars” on the album cover. Hey look! This album features a whole laundry list of people YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF! Isn’t that AWESOME that Icey Hott is on this record?

You’d never buy a record by Icey Hott all by itself–I mean, REALLY–who wants to hear songs about sports cream? But here these people all are, most likely hanging out in the studio agreeing with everything Top Dog says for like, 12 hours at a time JUST IN CASE they can throw their voices on one of these tracks.

I hate to draw comparisons here, but much of hip hop has become the new country music, in that there are about five themes endlessly recycled on all records, plus about seven standard costumes for all performers. I think hip hop and country really SHOULD team up the way gangsta rap and heavy metal did back in the 90s–wouldn’t THAT be a riot?

Can you see a Dirty South/Southern Fried music movement blending all the cliches of country and hip hop together to make one big empty musical statement about truck drivin’ playas who slam dunk hoes and love their dogs? I would pay to see that.

But I’m getting ranty. Suffice it to say Top Dog won’t be invited to speak at any NOW conventions any time soon. Top Dog, if you had at least put this album cover in, say, outer space, it wouldn’t be so cringe inducing. Then at least the viewer would be completely bewildered even as you were scratching your head at the whole disrespect to women thing. Confusion is sex.