Saturday, December 30, 2017

2017 in Movies

2017 was a decent year for movies. Certainly not as impressive as 2016 (the popular Arrival, Zootopia... and the critically acclaimed bunch that included Manchester By The Sea, La La Land, Moonlight, and Hacksaw Ridge), but sprinkled with gems. 2017 seemed more like the year of the blockbuster sequels: new chapters in the franchises of Alien, King Kong, John Wick, Spidey, Logan, Guardians, and more from the comic book franchises. The trouble was that some of these failed to meet expectations. Like the Alien and Kong installments (though I enjoyed them at a low level) and John Wick 2 met with some criticism (I liked it just fine). 


Greta Gerwig added directing to her resume with Lady Bird
(pictured is Saoirse Ronan)

But a few Oscar-worthy entries found their place in the year's cinematic output. Lady Bird is at the top of the heap for me... first time director Greta Gerwig showed us she is more than just a Frances Ha kinda gal. It Comes At Night is a cool, low-key creeper. Baby Driver is a fun, stylish crime thriller. Logan thoroughly impressed this non-fan of the comic book movie deluge... fine dramatic acting and a taut, engaging story. Wonder Woman brought a more restrained and tasteful superhero interpretation to the big screen... again, I was pleasantly surprised by this sort of genre picture. 


A strong year for the ladies... including Wonder Woman director
Patty Jenkins, and actress Gal Gadot as Diana Prince

Seeing as I rarely attend theatrical screenings anymore, I always find myself playing catch-up. If it's a movie I'm very interested in, I'll rent it online as soon as it's available. If I'm content to wait for it "free" on Netflix, then I'll do that. Here's a list of all the 2017 releases that I watched. Believe me, I saw a lot more films than this, but the rest were not recent releases. I've even listed these - roughly - in order of best to worst (well, favourite to least favourite):

2017 Movies:

Lady Bird
Baby Driver
John Wick: Chapter 2
Logan
Wonder Woman
Gerald's Game
Shimmer Lake
Ghost in the Shell
Alien: Covenant
The Babysitter
Kong: Skull Island
It Comes At Night
Aftermath
1922
Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 2
Spider-Man: Homecoming
Running Wild
Band Aid 
Security
The Meyerwitz Stories (New and Selected)


Gotta Catch Up (2017 Movies to See):

The Killing of a Sacred Deer
Star Wars: The Last Jedi
Get Out
Blade Runner 2049
War for the Planet of the Apes
The Shape of Water
Mother!
The Beguiled
Life

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Addendum: 

2017 Movies I Finally Saw:

The Killing of a Sacred Deer - okay, but too weird for me... meh
Blade Runner 2049 - really really cool, and I need to re-watch it to fully appreciate it
Life - I think I kinda love this Alien-meets-2001 hybrid... beautifully frightful

Saturday, December 23, 2017

A New Breed of Christmas Songs

"Ubiquity breeds contempt". I read that line recently, and it was used in reference to the constant rotation of the same set of Christmas songs playing in every store, mall, and public place imaginable. I'm not trying to be a Grinch about this; it's just that nobody puts any real thought into their establishment's musical backdrop. They all just click on the same satellite station they did last year, and away we go.

 Over and over and over. Hey, the traditional Christmas songbook isn't really all that big, so when you work in retail, which I do, you get the same handful of songs on repeat all day long, for a whole month. Sometimes you even hear two different versions of the same song back to back. Too much!

Plus the really old-timey songs are kinda wearing thin on me. Sorry, but Bing Crosby and others from that bygone era really aren't cutting it with the younger crowd today... are they? Having said that, I do like some Dean Martin and Tony Bennett renditions of the classics. But there are some truly horrific versions of the oldies, both instrumental and vocal. I don't know what people were thinking back in the 50's or 60's when they thought it was a good idea to get screechy, brassy vocalists to belt out noisy, irritating travesties of the classics - and record them. Some of those tunes sound terrible and inappropriate... very un-Christmas-y. I wish I could name those artists who sullied the reputations of the originals, but I don't even know who they were. There's a cover of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus that feels like a drill going into my brain bone. And what about that psychotic-sounding choir screaming out Rudolf and other songs? Ugh.

Anyway, when I get frazzled by that unimaginative playlist, I try to think of seasonal tunes that aren't overplayed and overwrought, and which are actually pretty good. Fun even. The ones that come to mind happen to be more modern (though some go back as far as the 1950's), often by pop artists, and they are originals. Well, there a couple of covers there, but they are still of not so old-timey pieces. Lively and sometimes downright rockin', these songs are much more listenable. Or at least more tastefully performed. We really need a new Christmas songbook for this millennium. Maybe hang onto a few of the most enduring 20th century tracks.

I posted about this same topic at Christmas 2016 - you can read it here. I assembled a list of festive tracks that I happen to like... even stuff by artists I'm not normally fond of (Mariah Carey, to name the only one). This year I've actually assembled a playlist (above) of those same songs, so you can punch this up while you're opening gifts on Christmas morning. Enjoy!

Honourable mention goes to Twisted Sister for their amplified versions of several seasonal classics, including Oh Come All Ye Faithful and Silver Bells, on their A Twisted Christmas album. Though these aren't originals, their Sister treatment makes them fun and heavy and cool. The accompanying videos, which can be found on YouTube, are the best part.

Oh, and by the way... Merry Christmas, dear readers!

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree

December is quite the month for birthdays in the world of rock music. Several notable artists share the month with the most famous birthday boy of all (JC, of course, on Christmas). Here's a quick run-down:

Shocking? Hey, it's Nikki of the Crue.

Dear old Ozzy Osbourne (of Black Sabbath, his solo music career, and reality TV fame) celebrated his birthday on December 3rd. 

Little Richard, one of the founding fathers of rock'n'roll back in the 50's, had his day on the 5th.

Doors' singer/lyricist Jim Morrison, infamous for more than just his psychedelic rock music, was born on the 8th.

Nikki Sixx, bassist and songwriter for L.A. glam-rockers Motley Crue, celebrated on December 11th.

Rock guitarist and Motor City madman - and hunting enthusiast/Republican - Ted Nugent entered this world on the 13th.

Six-string attack in the seventies... The Nuge

Legendary mummified rock guitar icon Keith Richards, of the Rolling Stones, of course, will have his day on the 18th. 

Eddie Vedder, most notable for his commanding vocals with grunge rockers Pearl Jam, will blow out the candles on December 23rd. 

Metallica drummer Lars Ulrich will set aside his sticks to celebrate on Boxing Day - the 26th.

Patti Smith, influential punk rock singer-songwriter, marks another year on December 30th. 


Happy birthday to all, and to all a good night!

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Winter Horror Movies

'Til the season to be frightened.

The snowy, chilly, wintry and even Christmas-y season is upon us. At least here in the Great White North (a.k.a. Canada, eh). I'm no fan of this frostbite-inducing time of the year, but when I'm cozy in my darkened TV room, I often gravitate to horror films set in a similar teeth-chattering environment. There's something about a snowstorm and snowdrifts that paints a picture of isolation and fear, especially for the poor (fictional) victims of a mad killer or a bloodthirsty monster. Not only are the people involved dealing with an evil being or force, but they must also face nature's wrath. The weather is more than just the setting; it often plays an important role as the story's characters fight to survive. Gotta keep warm!

Kurt Russell's lookin' a might bit chilly there
(The Thing, 1982)

I love a good horror movie, and it's an added bonus when one is set in winter-time. Done properly, a film can put you right there in the biting cold alongside the protagonists. I've compiled a little list of the most notable scary movies that I enjoy. Most of my favourites are older movies, and there's a reason for that: in decades past, film-makers tended to focus on quality... a good story and good acting... those could buoy even a low-budget production. So we got more solid movies back then. There are exceptions to the rule, though, and we do get the odd modern gem. Now bundle up, and read on... then check out these must-see cold-weather horrors:

The Thing From Another World (1951): the unknown was never so terrifying... a classic!
The Thing (1982): as creepy as the original '51 flick was, JC kicked it up a few notches here
The Shining (1980): the original, not the underwhelming TV remake. Here's Johnny....
Let The Right One In (2008): Sweden's stark cold sets the stage for a tender vampire tale
30 Days of Night (2007): surprisingly good for a modern horror - bloody, freaky monsters!
Black Christmas (1974): ignore the remake; this Canadian shocker kicked off the slasher genre
Silent Night Deadly Night (1984): gruesome and disturbing, a frightful Santa slay-ride
Ghost Story (1981): the all-star cast did their best with a flawed script... still, some scares
The Abominable Snowman (1957): great Peter Cushing mystery/horror from Hammer studios
Snowbeast (1977): a childhood favourite that I watched every time it aired on TV. Cheesy today, but still...



Saturday, December 2, 2017

James Bond Movie Theme Songs - Part 1

I've talked a bit in the past about the music of the James Bond movies. Today I'd like to focus more specifically on the movie theme songs, the pieces that introduce each film as the opening credits roll. I have to say that Bond movies are just as famous for their excellent musical themes as they are for their outrageous stunts and dramatic spy stories. 

Let's begin with the very first Bond film, Dr. No, which presented to the world in 1962 Mr. Sean Connery as the fictional super spy. As I've said elsewhere on the blog, this musical intro is the now-famous James Bond Theme, as created by one Monty Norman. Norman was riled by newcomer John Barry, who stepped in to tweak the music and went on to take credit for it for many years. But Norman won the lawsuits and regained his baby. The James Bond Theme, in one form or another, appeared in every official 007 movie since. And we love it every time.



That distinctive electric guitar riff plays over the quietly throbbing brass section. The full orchestra kicks in, promising us an action-packed movie... then that final guitar "twang". Oh, and here's a fun fact: at the beginning of the song, the guitar starts at 0:07. Really!

From Russia With Love, the second in the spy series, boasts what I feel is among the best of the movie theme songs. The piece we hear over the opening credits is actually an instrumental - and slightly different - version. The vocal version of FRWL, which plays over the end credits, is the one I really rave about. Sung by Matt Munro, this is one of the most memorable Bond songs for me. Munro's strong yet controlled delivery suit the bit perfectly. The European flourishes and lush orchestration set the tone for the international intrigue which is to follow on-screen.

Next up, the most famous Bond movie and theme song of them all, Goldfinger. Over the years, I've grown less fond of this tune. As important as it is in the history of Bond, I feel there are 007 songs far easier on the ears. Shirley Bassey's throaty, brash vocals just seem like overkill for me. Too shout-y for my tastes these days. I prefer smoother, more sensual vocals, whether male or female. 

Then there was Thunderball. The opening trumpet blasts are so Bond that it's crazy. That sound became standard fare in future outings. 60's idol Tom Jones belts out his vocals here, maybe a little cheesy by today's standards, but man, the guy could really sing. And he certainly established himself as a key contributor to the Bond sound. 

You Only Live Twice is at least my second favourite Bond song (after Nobody Does It Better from the film The Spy Who Loved Me). Nancy Sinatra's soft feminine vocals are melodic, occasionally soaring, perfectly complementing the moody orchestral piece. This song evokes a sense of the exotic, the faraway locations where Agent 007 will fight his battles and woo his women. 

As you may or may not have noticed, I'm following the chronological order of the Bond films. I think this will help distinguish the eras of Bond... the 60's Connery years, the 70's and early 80's Moore years, and so on. Something like that. This will allow me to more easily break my discussion of the long history of Bond music into digestible blog instalments.


That cool cat on the horn is young John Barry, before his
illustrious years composing music for the James Bond films

The sixth 007 film, On Her Majesty's Secret Service, was a departure in more than one way: for starters, fans saw a brand new Bond actor, Australian George Lazenby enter the picture. While different, he did offer an exciting new take on the character. He was more charming, more of a ladies' man... and he was far more physical in the action/fight scenes. But the music... well, On Her Majesty's Secret Service took a page from the earlier films' soundtracks and developed brand new, exciting background sounds. The title track/main theme instrumental became perhaps the coolest and best-known (and most re-used) song in the Bond series. So many distinctive and catchy motifs sprinkled throughout the piece... all re-purposed for future Bond music. 

On Her Majesty's Secret Service, the movie, is loaded with great tunes, including We Have All The Time In the World, sung by jazz great Louis Armstrong. Composer John Barry continued his string of hits as he collaborated on this now-famous song. The track appears mid-movie, though, and isn't truly a theme song per se... yet its importance mustn't be diminished. 

Sean Connery returned to the 007 role in Diamonds Are Forever. Not one of the better Bond films, it does boast some exceptional musical accompaniment. And that theme song! Yes, Shirley Bassey is back and she sings in a mode that I not only appreciate, but really like a lot. Maybe age tamed her vocal chords a bit. Not that her performance isn't electric... it's expressive and sultry and builds to impressive crescendos. Just a little more contained. Very appropriate.

I think this would be a logical point to wrap up part one of my examination of the Bond movie themes. We've seen the classic 60's entries and 1971's Diamonds are Forever, Connery's final "official" (for he later played Bond in Never Say Never Again, a non-Eon Productions film) appearance as 007. 

Now strap on your Walther PPK, shake (don't stir) that vodka martini, and settle in for some timeless spy music. 

Friday, November 24, 2017

In Memoriam - Malcolm and David

What a week... the loss of two major artists has left the music world reeling. First, Malcolm Young of AC/DC succumbed to dementia. Young's contribution to hard rock is recognized by every musician and fan of heavy music. He was among the best rhythm guitarists in the game, laying down a foundation of perfection for brother Angus to solo over in the raucous music by the Aussie band. Over forty years of rockin'. 

I've long felt that the Highway to Hell album best showcases the grooviest rhythms and tightest guitar-work... that practically funky hard rock/metal rhythm guitar always made that album stand out among AC/DC's huge catalogue. The boys went far heavier on the follow-up Back in Black and thereafter, yet Highway remains my favourite with its urgent, nasty, and driving rock'n'roll delivery. Girls Got Rhythm is the best of the set, in my opinion. But great overall album, no doubt about it. And slightly later songs like You Shook Me All Night Long and Let's Get It Up sure demonstrate Malcolm's ability on the axe.



At the other end of the musical spectrum: David Cassidy of pop/rock fame also passed away this week. As a youngster, I first saw Cassidy on TV's The Partridge Family. It was this show that first got me thinking about learning to play an instrument... this was years before I saw the Beatles movies on TV, and seeing the Partridge kids playing drums and guitar got me to thinking "I could do that!" It wasn't until decades later that I returned to that Partridge music, though, but at least by then I could properly appreciate the craftsmanship in the Cassidy/Partridge Family songs. 

Cassidy was an actor, singer, songwriter, and overall musician... and a 70's teen idol (not something he was terribly comfortable with). He first reached the masses, of course, during those Partridge Family years, from 1970-1974, but the show's syndication and Cassidy's successful music career (his solo recordings outside of the Partridge Family) boosted and extended his popularity. He performed (and wrote) a ton of hit songs, and I'm actually hard pressed to name a favourite, but some I like a lot are Rainmaker, Ain't No Sunshine (a cover), I Woke Up in Love This Morning, and I Can Feel Your Heartbeat. 



Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Listening Booth & Latest Music Buys

I've been listening to a lot of different music lately. It's always fun to discover on Youtube an old concert video or two, then play those for an evening of entertainment. Last night, for instance, I first popped on some Blue Oyster Cult live shows from the early 80's. By choosing that point in time, I was able to enjoy not only the 70's oldies (like Cities on Flame With Rock and Roll) but also 80's gems such as Burnin' For You and Veteran of the Psychic Wars. 

After the BOC, I drifted over to some old (around '83) Judas Priest shows. I've got Priest on the brain these days now that I've got my ticket (a great seat, I believe) to see the band on their upcoming tour. So courtesy of the Youtube folks, I took in a vintage concert featuring amazing performances of classic Priest: among my faves were Freewheel Burning and Victim of Changes... I sure hope Priest will play those onstage next March.

Still in a Brit-metal state of mind, I moved over to an Iron Maiden show... some very early footage featuring newcomer Bruce Dickinson on the microphone. Bruce was adequate... what am I saying... his air raid siren vocals blew the roof off the venue. His voice is the very definition of powerful, among the best in the metal biz, keeping company with greats Ronnie James Dio (R.I.P.) and Priest's Rob Halford. You get the idea.

Over the past couple of months, I've picked up some recordings, both on CD and vinyl. Ever since I was bitten by the vinyl bug, it feels a bit weird to buy CDs. But CDs are often easier to find, and the prices can be more tolerable. Then again, I've found several records that were cheaper than their smaller, shinier counterparts.


Click Play to hear a bit of one of my latest vinyl purchases
- lo-fi video and audio for this purpose, but you get the idea

Here are some of my recent acquisitions... all except the BOC are used albums on vinyl, though in very good (or better) condition:

Early last month, I picked up Foreigner's first (self-titled) album, from 1977... really good, with some slightly heavier and almost progressive-sounding songs along with the big radio hits Cold As Ice and Feels Like the First Time. I had never heard this album in its entirety before, so it was a really pleasant surprise to hear such a solid set of songs, from front to back.

Alan Parsons Project released Eye in the Sky in 1982... a seminal progressive rock/pop album that I've always admired but never got around to buying. A greatest hits CD and I, Robot were my main exposure to Parsons for the longest time. Nice to finally have this on vinyl. An attractive album cover, too, in an Egyptian glyph sort of way.

The Cars' first album from 1978 is jam-packed with hits, and even the "filler", the deeper cuts, are catchy and fun... Moving in Stereo among my favourites. I think I owned this album on cassette tape, along with Heartbeat City, way back in the mid-80's. I seem to recall playing those in constant rotation on long bus trips.

After a line-up re-shuffle (legendary Grace Slick departed) in '78, Jefferson Starship put out a tasty entree of rock'n'roll, Freedom at Point Zero. With little to go on - just the hit song Jane, which I heard on TV on WKRP in Cincinnati - I snapped up this album back when it was first released and immediately dug into the really cool, little known rockers on there. Worth a mention are Rock Music and Girl With the Hungry Eyes. So great to have this one back in the collection.

Canadian rocker David Wilcox brought us Out of the Woods in 1980, displaying his offbeat sense of musicality and humour... it's loads of fun, energetic party music. Hot, Hot Papa and That Hypnotizin' Boogie are among the standouts here. Wilcox can really tear it up when he wants to, though he often achieves success through simplicity in his tunes. 


I saw David Wilcox live in the mid-80's
- what a blast! Check his album Out of the Woods.

Tom Petty's Damn the Torpedoes album of 1979 is a classic of the era, and is perhaps his best album, or it's at least right up there with Full Moon Fever. Right now, I'd say Torpedoes is the better one, what with its fresh stew of stellar songwriting, and hits all over the place. Like massive hits Refugee and Even the Losers.

My brand new (not used!) re-issue of Agents of Fortune by Blue Oyster Cult arrived in the mail this week. Don't Fear the Reaper is the best-known track off this classic album, but I have to say that there are a number of amazing rockers on here that I'd never heard before. Though I've always loved the BOC that I heard on the radio, on my hits CD, and their bizarrely titled Cultosaurus Erectus, I never went beyond that to discover more of their music. Agents of Fortune is a winner, though, and I know I'll be spinning it often, and then investigating their deep catalogue further. 

In addition to the records, I got a few of those CD thingies... out of necessity. Certain albums on vinyl command high prices, even used copies, so the shiny little discs are a last resort. I picked up, not for the first time, Def Leppard's classic Pyromania... on the cheap. I owned this on tape back in the 80's and then CD after that... and then in a fit of housecleaning, I gave it away. Yeah, I do that sometimes. But now it's back in the collection, Photograph and Rock of Ages still among my favourites. 

And more Leppard came my way: for the first time, I listened to their debut album On Through the Night and their sophomore effort High'n'Dry. I was so impressed, especially with High'n'Dry, that I grabbed those for some heavy listening. While OTTN showed us a rough'n'ready rock band with some chops, the album lacked the kick and polish of what was to come. And that second album truly fired on all jets, burning right out of the gate with my fave track Let It Go, then proceeded with a remarkable number of (little known?) gems, including impressive instrumental Switch 625 and On Through the Night (was this song intended for the first album - with the same title?). All very cool.



Next up: a nicely-priced box set of ALL of the Max Webster albums on CD (I couldn't justify the expenditure on the vinyl set), plus a neat little bootleg, AND (do the thrills never end?) finally, Kim Mitchell's first solo release ever - his self-titled mini-album from '82, never released on CD before and out of print on tape and LP since the 80's. I made do with a taped copy from a friend's record for years, then when that bit the biscuit, I went without for ages... when the internet age brought me in touch with a kind soul out there who shared his digital-from-vinyl version. Thank you again, bud!

As a long-time Max Webster and Kim Mitchell fan, I was elated when I learned about this box set. I pre-ordered it and counted the days until its release date. 

This set of Max albums is remastered for pristine sound and is packaged in nifty CD-sized reproductions of the original record sleeves. All in a unique box bearing wacky cartoon art of the Max band. I'm enjoying the studio albums all over again, and that Live Magnetic Air is something else... great sound for a live recording (again, I had this on tape from a record way back when, but it's long gone). 

I think I'm gonna take a breather for a while, at least until Christmas or thereabouts. Maybe Santa will drop a vinyl re-issue in my stocking this year..... um, like maybe Dark Side of the Moon, or the first Black Sabbath album?

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Where No One Has Gone Before

I'm in a bit of a Trek daze these days... the new series Star Trek: Discovery has rekindled my love of Gene Roddenberry's futuristic outer space creation. This new show bears some striking resemblances to the original 60's TV phenomenon. Not in every department, and sometimes only in a subtle call-back, but still... something here resonates with the old Trekkie (Trekker?) in me. The music of the opening credits of the show rings with familiar old Trek motifs... that sends a tingle down my spine every time I hear it. Discovery's phaser weapons and the communicators are fashioned much like the original show's technology. The sound effects on the Discovery's bridge seem lifted directly from that of the Enterprise on the 60's program. The tone of Discovery reminds me a lot of old Trek, too. Hey, it all works for me.


Click Play to see and hear my fun little Star Trek communicator

When I was a kid during the 70's, I was all about Trek. The show was in heavy syndication, so I could catch an episode after school Monday to Friday. I bought a lot of Star Trek-related stuff, too, like a toy phaser with lights and sounds, a tricorder with sound effects, model kits of the Enterprise, the shuttlecraft Galileo, and a phaser and communicator. Through mail-order from Hollywood, I purchased a whole wack of Trek goodies: embroidered uniform insignias, still photos, film clips, magazines and fanzines, and probably more that escapes my memory at the moment. In print, I got the ST Concordance, the ST Puzzle Manual, the Star Fleet Technical Manual, and the ST Blueprints. I also bought a pile of the Alan Dean Foster paperback adaptations from the animated TV episodes. Not to mention a trade paperback compilation of a bunch of the ST comic books and a few other softcover ST-related books. All of these items were from the 1970's, so I'm sure they'd have some serious value to collectors. Some of these things are long gone, sold off to a more serious ST fanatic, but I'm hanging onto my surviving memorabilia forever.



Though I never fully latched onto Next Generation or any of the other spin-offs, I find Discovery refreshing in an old-school way. Maybe Next Gen isn't so far off that Discovery flavour after all, and deserves a second look, especially since it's so readily available on Netflix. Maybe I'll buy into it now that I'm in the right frame of mind. And I feel the urge to re-visit some of the old adventures of Kirk, Bones, and Spock. 

I just got myself a 2018 poster calendar that celebrates artists' renditions of Star Trek, mostly the original series, but also a few Next Generation. Most of the images are worthy of framing, and I will when the time comes. I'm looking forward to hanging and enjoying this very sharp poster calendar. Take a look here at Amazon.

Warp speed ahead, Mr. Sulu...

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For more about Star Trek on my blog, do a site search or check out these links:

50 Years of Star Trek
I Grok Spock
The Final Frontier

Enjoy!

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Flashback to Heavy Metal in 1980

1980 was a banner year for heavy metal music. As the 70's waned, critics predicted the demise of the genre, perhaps with cause. Heavy music was showing signs of flagging, or at least was perceived that way. KISS did a disco song, and both Zeppelin and Alice Cooper played with synthesizers. Signs of the apocalypse? Not on your life.

Music was hit with some tragedies that year: John Bonham died and Led Zeppelin called it quits. Bon Scott died and AC/DC had to make a quick decision on their own mortality. But both events acted as catalysts to the strengthening and uprising of the existing and upcoming artists.



A lot of metal bands released records in '80, but I was, and still am, not very familiar with some of those artists... like Saxon, Diamond Head, and Angel Witch, just to name a few. I will, however, talk about bands that I did follow or discover in that crucial year.

I guess it only makes sense that I begin with a little chat about the New Wave of British Heavy Metal, which had been building in the late 70's, then came to the world's attention in the early 80's. The beginnings of the movement made a splash in 1980, with exciting new music by Ozzy, Motorhead, Maiden, Priest, and Leppard cruising into the public consciousness. Of course, Ozzy was no stranger to fame and fortune with Black Sabbath, but this was the year he struck out on his solo career. And Judas Priest, while practically veterans of the biz, sort of rode into a new phase of success with the young crop of musicians being exported from Britain.

Whether international stars like Maiden and Def Leppard or underground acts like Diamond Head and Venom, this wave of emerging artists signaled important change in the metal genre. More heavy bands than ever were achieving world-wide success, and America's MTV played no small role in extending their global presence. Of course, MTV also contributed to the diluting of the music. You know, formulaic songwriting and posturing for "live concert" music videos. For a while, the network was the perfect medium to bring bands young and old to the world. The convenience of television helped bands without a lot of financial backing to whip up cheap-and-cheerful music videos and... instant success! Sometimes that success was fleeting, but in some cases, artists were launched on long and fruitful careers thanks to the platform.

1980 saw the rebirth of some bands, the debuts of others, greater exposure of emerging artists, and a healthy kick in the denims (or leathers) for the metal genre in general. It's also interesting that so many established acts re-tooled their sound for the next decade. Here is a handful that I think represent the best of the bunch:

Ozzy Osbourne: temporarily de-toxed, he recruited guitar wonderkid Randy Rhoads and released his solo debut, which was to become a metal classic, Blizzard of Ozz. 'Nuff said.



Judas Priest: though they'd paid their dues for a decade, they found a greater audience through their new stripped-down (and more accessible) sound on British Steel, the album which firmly established them as Metal Gods. 

Motorhead: with their fourth album, Ace of Spades, the boys took their gritty, nasty songwriting to another level, achieving radio airplay even across the pond in my little Canadian hometown. Bravo, Lemmy, Phil, and Eddie!

Iron Maiden: that album cover alone secured them a place high in the pantheon of metal gods. Their debut album sort of led the charge of the NWOBHM, even if others preceded them. This record took fans by the throats, eliciting a mighty roar, a declaration that a new young breed was taking over the kingdom.

Black Sabbath: like Priest,Sabbath were the old-timers (and pioneers) of the metal musical form, but it was in '80 that massive change brought about renewed interest. Out with Ozzy and in with diminutive Ronnie James Dio, the man with a giant-sized vocal presence. Dio inspired axeman Iommi to up his game, and with that, the Heaven and Hell album became a masterpiece of metal. Among my fave albums of all time.

AC/DC: until this year, I felt these rowdy Aussies were more hard rock than metal, but once behatted Brian Johnson took over the mic from deceased Bon Scott, the band seemed to breathe even greater fire into their increasingly metallic songs. The end effect is a heavy, crunching collection of instant classics, still in heavy rotation the world over. Again, these guys already had a solid track record, but Back in Black took them to the very top. Good job!



Scorpions: not quite of the NWOBHM, these German metalheads were reaching toward their peak years in '80. Already comfortable in the genre, the Scorps were refining their sound, aiming for greater exposure and more commercial success. With Animal Magnetism, they delivered a strong set of metallic standards, edging ever closer to the international fame they'd find just a couple of years later. 

Def Leppard: the Leps' debut album On Through the Night introduced a hungry young band of rockers with a knack for hooks. They'd yet to write their string of big radio hits, but here we get a taste of their energetic hard rock. Produced by Tom Allom (who worked with Judas Priest), this album signals a promising band on the rise. Leppard would shine more fully on their next record, with maestro Mutt Lange at the helm. Truly a NWOBHM band. 

Van Halen: after two successful albums augmented by beefed up cover songs, the boys took a turn into darker, heavier territory on Women and Children First. Some truly metallic moments here. Dave, Ed, Al, and Mike all in fine form as they knock out a set comprised entirely of their own songs. Eddie's prowess on guitar is accentuated by relentless ferocity here. The first VH album I ever bought, this one has a lot of sentimental meaning to me. 


A few side-notes: 

Rush's Permanent Waves album, though hardly metal, does contain some heavy songs and moments... all still very progressive, though the band begins to carefully craft shorter, more accessible music for the masses. With integrity, as always. 

KISS took off their make-up and monster duds for their Unmasked album this year. A bit of a Phantom of the Opera shock there. But this turning point in KISS' career proved profitable (yay, Gene!) in most quarters. Though Unmasked fared poorly in the U.S., it was well received elsewhere the world over. Still, an important event in KISS and rock history. Or is it?

Alice Cooper took a major risk on Flush the Fashion in 1980. The record was a drastic departure from Cooper's lean hard rock sound of the past decade. Here we got some synth experiments, some sort of dance-y or New Wave-y tunes... and yet I find it a fascinating if curious recording. Flush was actually more successful than Coop's previous few albums, an odd but welcome kickstart to a career flagging due to substance abuse issues. 

Friday, October 27, 2017

October Horror Movie Viewing

This has been a lazy October for me watching festive films. In the past, I've gone bonkers with horror movies during Halloween month (even achieving a movie per day one year), but this year I just couldn't muster the energy or interest to compile a decent list of flicks and to watch very many frightful pictures. Well, I did write down some titles, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Then again, I found it really hard to decide on things I wanted to see that I hadn't already watched dozens of times already. As I pored over my hundreds of horror DVDs and Blu-rays, I realized I'd sort of reached my saturation point with these movies. As good as they are, they don't command the same attention they used to; I think I just need to wait a few years, then I'll be good to revisit my personal video collection again. 

So this year, I jumped around from Netflix to Youtube and even bought a couple of videos. Thankfully, most of those viewings were pretty satisfying. 


Dinner is served... a la carte, in Deranged

I kicked off the month with the Netflix production of Gerald's Game, a taut and briefly gruesome adaptation from the Stephen King novel (which I read and enjoyed several years ago). I recommend this one for its somewhat restrained approach... and its contemplation on psychological horrors. 

Don't Kill It is a low-budgeter starring Dolph Ludgren as a modern day demon hunter. Silly and fun. Don't expect anything groundbreaking; just sit back with the popcorn and yuk it up.

Deranged is an early 1970's telling of the Ed Gein serial killer story. We've had many movies since this one that were based either loosely or more loosely on the exploits of the real-life Butcher of Plainfield. Deranged precedes them all, including Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the various Hannibal films. This is a gritty bargain-basement flick that is kind of creepy and effective despite the weak journalist narrator style. It seemed a bit tame at first, but descended into some rather disturbing images as the tale progressed.

Sometimes They Come Back was an early 90's Stephen King adaptation. It works fairly well, maintaining that vibe that made 80's King films so watchable, even the bad ones. The story didn't lean too hard on the supernatural, instead working with its solid cast and dramatic story. 

TerrorVision was a pretty ridiculous effort. I enjoyed a good (?) chunk of the movie in spite of its silliness. But maybe it was the irreverence that made it appealing. An 80's movie that is simply so "of its time" that you can excuse the weirdness and badness and just go along for the ride. Pretty out there...


Just give us a little kiss, luv... from the grim Maniac

Dig Two Graves, on Netflix, knocked my socks off. An atmospheric thriller, this one was dark and grim and so effective that even as I watched, I knew I'd want to see it again sometime. Great layered story enhanced by fine performances.

The first of my new home video acquisitions was the recently released Alien: Covenant. I had missed this in the theatres, but did rent it online a bit later. Not exactly a hit, this entry in the Alien universe still captures the essence of this now-classic franchise and wasn't an utter disappointment. In fact, upon re-viewing, I enjoyed it even more. Lean on character development but fully stocked on creature effects and guts'n'gore scenes. Fassbender is the real star here, as he was in Prometheus, this time playing two roles. No spoilers... just go watch it. Pretty fun, if a weak link in the series.

Maniac is grainy, murky 1980 serial killer story. A mentally disturbed dude with a thing for mannequins is knocking off various folks, mostly women, in the dark corners of NYC. Once you discover why he does this, you'll either be riveted or repulsed... or both. This excursion explores the mind of the psychotic character.

1922 is yet another Netflix production of a Stephen King tale. Not bad at all, 1922 gives us good old Thomas Jane in the lead role as a man who goes to unpleasant lengths to keep his piece of farmland. Another examination of a gradually unhinging mind, this film was a bit of a surprise with its gruesome bits and themes. 

The Babysitter, while not quite a horror per se, does contain horrific elements and scenes. Those aside, though, this is a fun comedy, if you have the ability to laugh at dark and awful bloody messes. The story became progressively crazier and nearly lost me, but thankfully, the film-makers reined things in just enough to succeed with this formula. 

I'm not sure where I'll go from here up until the evening of October 31st, but I have some ideas... like Raw Meat (on Youtube), a nasty story of a cannibal living in the subway tunnels of London, England. As icky as the subject matter is, it's a compelling bit of 70's horror. 

I'm more than halfway through the newly-released season two of Stranger Things, one of the coolest Netflix shows I've ever seen. A sort of sci-fi/supernatural/conspiracy story in the spirit of Spielberg's 80's movies. 

There's a good chance I'll put on one of the classic Universal monster movies on Halloween night, possibly The Wolf Man from 1941... the most re-watchable of the oldies and my favourite of the bunch. But I'll re-assess my rough little viewing schedule and try to spruce it up for the few nights left 'til All Hallow's Eve.

Happy haunting!

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Fright Films For The Halloween Season

Ever since I can remember, I've been fascinated by scary movies. And even as I grew out of childhood, I still enjoyed the oldies, as well as the modern films, if not for their scariness, then at least for the eerie atmosphere and compelling (and disturbing) stories.

I don't dwell exclusively on horror movies, but that is the genre that I've been drawn to again and again, and certainly comprises the bulk of my home video collection. So the attraction has always been strong, even as I explored genres as widespread as westerns, film noir, foreign and art house films, comedies, dramas, thrillers, action, and some animation. Science fiction, for me, can often overlap with horror.... fantasy, too. That's why I separate out those three categories in my "fantastical genre" on my movie shelves. The classic Alien from '79, for instance, isn't strictly sci-fi, and it isn't strictly horror, either. Well, you - or I - could certainly call it a horror movie... in a sci-fi setting. I think it may work best that way. And something like Pan's Labyrinth (2006), while rather horrific at several points, is more a dark fantasy. Director Guillermo del Toro is notorious for taking things a bit too far, in a good way, I guess, and his work on Pan's Labyrinth is no exception.


Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956) captured my imagination as a kid

I like to look back on key horror movies in my life, ones that made a distinct impression and helped me retain a strong interest in the weird and morbid in cinema. As a young kid, the old child-friendly Abbott and Costello monster movies on TV were both fun and just a little spooky. My favourite was, and still is, Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein. It is in this picture that the famed comedy duo come up against the three most popular of the Universal studio monsters: Dracula, Frankenstein monster, and Wolf Man. The guys united with more of the "monsters" and horror characters in subsequent flicks: there was the Invisible Man, the Mummy, and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. All similar in tone... silly yet imbued with the visual attributes of the Universal fright flicks. Daytime viewing that's safe for the kiddies.

And from there, I moved on to the actual Universal monsters, Dracula, Frankenstein, Wolf Man, the Mummy, Creature From the Black Lagoon, and everything in between. These often achieved a dark and grim essence, though the film-makers, writers, and actors nearly always injected moments of humour (dark or light) as relief from the tension. 

The sci-fi horrors of the 50's impressed me as I got a bit older. The Thing From Another World and Invasion of the Body Snatchers were two of my favourites from that era, and they are still high on my list of all-timers. The otherworldly aspect sets things up, while the gripping terror builds and builds. Tense and exciting.

A bit older, maybe around age 12 or 13, I discovered the Hammer studio films on late-night TV. Hammer began by re-booting the classic monsters of yore, werewolves, vampires, mummies, and Franken-creatures. These were definitely more modern and grown-up, with either suggested or mild sexuality, and more realistic violence and gore. Yet there was a classiness that came alongside the lurid subject matter. The Hammer crew were adept at churning out dozens of horror films that looked great... the studio became known for its use of rich colours in sets and locations, and cinematography that effectively captured that visual quality. And the music was always first-rate, thrilling and moody, by composers such as James Bernard, Don Banks, David Whitaker, and Christopher Gunning. I mustn't forget to mention the terrific string of actors who appeared in Hammer productions: big names like Chris Lee and Peter Cushing... but also the smaller "stars" (who were often more fun to watch) who became regulars in the Hammer film realm. It was always a treat to see familiar names in the opening credits and familiar faces onscreen... like Hazel Court, Michael Gough, Veronica Carlson, and Michael Ripper (what a name!). This Hammer horror experience set me up for the next phase.


One of the many gems from Hammer film studios

I'd been reading some Stephen King novels as a young teen in the 70's, and as soon as I could get into theatres to see film adaptations, I did that without hesitation. I remember seeing Carrie, The Dead Zone, The Shining, and Christine back in those early days of King stories on the silver screen. Bloody and creepy and disturbing, and almost always with an underlying religious theme. And a bit of humour, dark or otherwise, found its way in there, too.

In parallel with the King movie adaptations, there were other notoriously scary films making their mark: I immediately think of the original Alien and how that shaped my movie fan sensibility. That outer space creature remains the most original and terrifying in all of cinema. I didn't have access to some of the notable movies of the 70's until I was a bit older... things like The Exorcist, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Black Christmas. I did, however, get to see The Omen on its theatrical release... and Jaws, too. 

Into the 80's, I lapped up the supernatural, maniacal, and otherworldly with no constraints. The Thing, An American Werewolf in London, The Fly, and The Howling were among my faves of that decade. With the popularity of home video at the time, I was able to rent and catch up on a whole lot of horror of past and present. Hellraiser and House were another couple of great ones that opened up some doors. Again, I had to play catch-up now and then via videotape rentals.


Christopher Walken in early eerie outing The Dead Zone

I found that the fantasy "monster"-type movies were less prevalent in the 90's, as things took a turn toward slightly more real-world horrors... like Silence of the Lambs, Stir of Echoes, and Jacob's Ladder. We still got some primo retro-style stuff like Bram Stoker's Dracula, Candyman, Cemetary Man, and the bizarre twist on the vampire tale, Cronos. 

The 2000's saw some franchises of questionable quality... Saw, Hostel, Human Centipede, and the like were dubbed splatter and gore films, of which I'm not much of a fan. The excess of blood, violence, and nudity took over while often sacrificing story and atmosphere. I admit I've seen something worthwhile in the odd one of those, but no standouts. 

During this same decade, we did get some entertaining cinema, though: The Descent, Let The Right One In, Jeepers Creepers, and 30 Days of Night. I think we had to look a bit harder for the good ones, but they were there among all of the Scream sequels.


Black Swan is a winner in my books... unsettling, arresting, and weird

While the 2000's were a bit disappointing in output, the 2010's saw a bit of a renaissance; a variety of great terror films were to be found amid the increasing flood of straight-to-video B-grade horrors. Some of the best are: It Follows, The Conjuring, The Babadook, The Witch, You're Next, Don't Breathe, Black Swan, Sinister, The Guest, Bone Tomahawk (not a horror per se, but quite horrific at times), and Under the Skin. While Black Swan works so well on so many levels (jarring, unsettling, psychological thriller) and is perhaps my favourite of this decade so far, it was The Conjuring that I found the scariest. I've got a vivid imagination... and that movie really got under my skin and haunted my nights for a while. The Witch is also a contender, yet in a very different way; the film is artistically perfect, nailing the atmosphere of dread while depicting a highly believable period piece. And Bone Tomahawk takes home the award for most disturbing.... I simply could not get that scene (you know the one, if you've seen this) from my mind for weeks. Whew!

So I think that as long as we are on this roll of extremely good horrific movies, I'll be happy. Maybe a bit sleepless, since some of these flicks creep into my subconscious and emerge as dreams. But hell, it's all in the name of a good scare, right?

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Tom Petty - A Legend Is Lost

Early this week, the music world... no, the world as a whole... lost one of rock'n'roll's greatest artists, Tom Petty. I still recall hearing his music for the first time back in October of 1979: it was the song Refugee off the newly-released Damn The Torpedoes album. I was eating breakfast and getting ready for school, with the radio tuned to Toronto's Q107. I remember hearing Roxanne by The Police shortly before that. When Refugee kicked in, I was impressed... those guitar hooks, Tom's impassioned vocals, that vibrant signature keyboard sound. Hard to forget. 



Fast forward to September of this year of 2017: a friend gave me his old stereo turntable. I immediately began compiling a list of records I wanted to get right off the bat. Damn The Torpedoes was in my top five. So just to be clear, I was not jumping on any bandwagon to get a Petty album after his untimely death. No, I began searching for the Torpedoes LP more than a month before the event. And I happily found a nice copy the other day... well, it's on its way in the mail right now. 

I confess I haven't owned many Tom Petty albums in my life, but since his music has been prevalent for so many decades, I never really felt the need. Flip on the radio, there's Tom. Go to a party, there's Tom on the stereo. Go to a bar, there's Tom on the playlist. I did buy Full Moon Fever when it hit store shelves back in spring of '89. Massive, massive album... nearly every song was a radio hit. All terrific music. A few years later, I felt I should at least own a CD of Petty's hits... and lo' and behold, a great compilation was released. And back to Full Moon Fever... when my CD copy failed to play for me about a year ago, I immediately bought a new one. No hesitation. 

By all rights, I should have owned Damn The Torpedoes as far back as the 80's. Even through my metal and prog-rock years back then, I still enjoyed straight-up rock'n'roll, and Petty's tunes were no exception. An oversight, to say the least. Well, better late than never. I've heard pretty much the whole album over the years, one way or another. Now I'll be able to hear it in its entirety on glorious vinyl, as I feel it should be.

So long, Tom... keep on singing and strumming in the next world. 

Saturday, September 30, 2017

This Week's Music Rotation Playlist

About a month ago, when I found myself the proud owner of a secondhand stereo turntable, I began to rediscover that magical experience of playing records. I also rediscovered the relaxing fun of flipping through records old and new in the shops. As far as I can tell, there are about a half dozen decent stores in my area that deal in used records. And used is what I am looking for. Cheap and cheerful. Naturally, I'm looking for vinyl (and the sleeves) in very good condition, but I can make small concessions since I'm not willing to dish out a lot of cash. 

I've assembled a comfy little collection to get started (see earlier posts to learn what I've bought) and I'll go a bit more leisurely about building on that. A couple of more desirable records I want command higher prices, even those in used condition, so I'll be patient and wait for the right ones to come along. Those two are Dressed To Kill, by Kiss, and Damn The Torpedoes, by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers. The Dark Side of the Moon album, by Pink Floyd of course, is one that I'd be willing to fork over a bit more for a brand new re-issue. That classic disc deserves a better treatment so I can fully appreciate its high fidelity without any surface noise from hundreds of plays. 



Most of this past week's playlist is comprised of tracks from my recent vinyl acquisitions. Canadian rocker David Wilcox plays his guitar with joyful abandon on Out of the Woods, an album I'd never owned before. The song Hot Hot Papa is among my faves off this record. A rambunctious and blistering performance. 

Jefferson Starship briefly operated without Grace Slick on vocals, and their impressive album Freedom at Point Zero demonstrated their ability to carry on without her presence at the mic. Though the song Jane is my favourite on the record, Rock Music is a whole lot of fun, too... a true party classic... even if it's largely unknown. 

All Mixed Up by The Cars is an 80's gem, not quite as famous as Good Times Roll or My Best Friend's Girl (all off the first Cars album), but resplendent with Cars hooks and fills galore. Like a breath of fresh air out of that wonderful decade. 

Fleetwood Mac, on their legendary Rumours album, didn't slip up on a single track therein. Among my faves on there is You Make Loving Fun, a light and funky and sexy song with Christie McVie on vocals. Her smooth, warm, mature style suits the piece perfectly. And guitarist Buckingham inserts his melodic licks into every nook and cranny to great effect.

Def Leppard's tune Switch 625 is unique in the band's catalogue... it may have been the first (and only?) instrumental the Leps ever recorded. But correct me if I'm wrong. Anyway, it's a great rocker - off the High and Dry album - that I had never heard until just a while back. Oh, by the way, this one wasn't on vinyl, but CD instead.

Fast as a Shark is a rip-tearing speed metal track by Germany's Accept. Not for the faint of heart, this pummeling tune features the guitar mastery of Wolf Hoffmann and the powerful and distinctive vocals of good ol' Udo. This appears on a compilation CD in my collection. 

Foreigner continued their reign of the radio airwaves back in the 70's with Headgames (from the album of the same name), a guitar-and-synth heavy song led by the formidable Lou Gramm belting out heady (not really) lyrics. Among my favourite Foreigner tunes. 

Then we've got Waitin' For The Bus, by that l'il ol' band from Texas, ZZ Top. An early tune by the trio, this one really packs a southern wallop of bluesy rock. The groove is undeniable, the harmonica heavenly, Billy's axework chilling... wooo!


Tracklist:

David Wilcox... Hot Hot Papa
Jefferson Starship... Rock Music
The Cars... All Mixed Up
Fleetwood Mac... You Make Loving Fun
Def Leppard... Switch 625
Accept... Fast as a Shark
Foreigner... Head Games
ZZ Top... Waitin' For The Bus