For some reason this album cover reminds me of Pete Walker’s Frightmare. The expressions on these faces say to me, “It’s nice to meet you. Can you stay for dinner? Can you BE dinner?”
–Joe Wallace
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Vinyl Road Rage V Begins…
The annual Turntabling cross-country road trip known as Vinyl Road Rage begins Tuesday morning, June 4, 2013 towards Pittsburgh and elsewhere.
There’s a lengthy itinerary that I’ve decided to reveal as I go, rather than publish in advance, only because the length of the trip depends greatly on how much insanity happens along the way. How rare does the vinyl get? How much can I bring back? Will any of my finds wind up for sale at some point in the Turntabling shop??
All EXCELLENT QUESTIONS.
There will be plenty of updates between this space, my Facebook page and my Instagram account. Join me on all three as I document the cross-country road trip and all the unique, weird, and interesting finds along the way.
It’s going to get crazy from here!
WTF Album Cover Vs. House of Whipcord
I’ve been staring at this album cover for quite some time trying to remember what it reminded me of…
I have never listened to Come to The Chapel, but I can only imagine that it’s totally dreadful–LOOK at this and try to convince someone, anyone, that it’s worth five seconds of needle-drop time. Just TRY.
But that’s besides the point. I could NOT get it out of my head what it was this LP cover was reminding me of in all its wretched glory. And then it popped into my head like the distant drunken memory of touching a party guest inappropriately after one too many glasses of wine…
This album cover is creepily reminiscent of Peter Walker’s 70s Brit-sploitation magnum opus House Of Whipcord.
If you’ve never seen the film, that reference will mean NOTHING to you…but if you HAVE seen House of Whipcord, doesn’t this poor old born-again crooner lady bear the faintest resemblance to the creepy whip-loving matron of the private dungeon in the Pete Walker flick?
She just projects the VIBE of someone who would be inclined to keep “wayward girls” locked up in an illegal detention center waiting for the chance to put ’em on trial or lay down the whip, either way.
If you have not seen the movie, you owe yourself a look at this obscure 70s retro classic of Brit moral terror. Click the pic to go buy it right this effing instant from Amazon.com.
–Joe Wallace
Christmas With Colonel Sanders
I’ve been eyeballing this album for weeks, and finally bought it yesterday at Laurie’s Planet of Sound in Chicago. I finally broke down and bought this because of the burning questions the album raises for deep thinkers like me.
“Who the hell wears a sting tie?” and “Fried chicken for Christmas?”
Most importantly, “Do I really need to have the leering face of Colonel Sanders peering down at me at 3AM on Christmas morning? Complete with that ‘let’s open presents’ gleam in his eye easily mistaken for the more sinister ‘don’t tell your parents we’re doing this’ leer…”
I am afraid to put this record on the turntable–buried in my sleep-deprived brain I am sure there are coded instructions that will activate some sort of post-hypnotic suggestion telling me to chop up the neighbors for firewood and to make festive sausages out of goldfish–the fish, not the crackers.
The Colonel doesn’t seem to sing on this LP, which is a kindness, really.
I imagine his voice would sound like a cross between a drunken Anthony Hopkins in his best Hannibal Lecter moments and Vincent Price whooping it up on nitrous oxide.
In other news, I’ll likely be featuring this LP in a spoken-word rant at an open mic night near you sometime soon. Vinyl Road Rage V might be crammed full of appearances like that, stay tuned for announcements on that…
–Joe Wallace