Thursday, May 14, 2020

BOOK REVIEW! SMILIN' JACK HELPS G-MEN SOLVE A CASE! BY ZACK MOSLEY (Pacific Comics, 2000)

Whaddya mean "helps"??? He practically handles the whole golly ned case himself!!!!

Anyway, when I was a much younger comic strip fan I never really gave a hoot about this strip. For some strange reason I actually thought that Zack Mosley's artwork in SMILIN' JACK was too grotesque for my tastes, strange given my obsession with the even-more grotesque DICK TRACY not to mention a few other strips with a decidedly distorted take on the human form. Or maybe it was because I read some old War-era storyline where the Japanese were made to look like neo-humanoid evil gnomes and as you all know, THESE PORTRAYALS ALWAYS MAKE ME WANNA STICK UP FOR THE AXIS POWER TYPES SINCE THEY SURELY AIN'T THE GOODY TWO-SHOES KINDA CHARACTERS THAT I DESPISE THE MOST!!!!! As you all know I do get that way sometimes.

This comic book reprint of a '38 SMILIN' JACK saga has pretty much changed my mind, at least of what this strip delivered on in its earlier days. The Jack seen here seems to be much different than the more familiar version, looking thinner and without the mustache that adorned him in every other piece of SMILIN' JACK artwork I've seen. The art also looks better, still in that patented Chicago Tribune style but not as exaggerated as the SMILIN' JACK strips I knew the best. Sheesh, maybe it is time to re-acquaint myself with SMILIN' JACK now that I'm an old turd and have a perhaps more honed sense of comic strip appreciation pulsating through my system.

This collection packs a pretty good wallop of a saga too. At first Jack ain't smilin' one bit what with his galpal marrying his best friend (and Jack, being all grown up about it even if he is more 'n cryin' onna inside, acts as best man that's the kinda guy he is!), but while tryin' to forget the entire female gender without getting light inna loafers Jack takes a job at the Sky-Devil airplane company which---surprise surprise---just happens to be brimming with pudenda (including the boss!). And make no bones about it they all wanna get their hands on this new employee much to Jack's ire! I'll bet you wish you had luck like that!

However that ain't gonna stop Jack from testin' the X-13, a spiffy new 'craft that the US government just might purchase given its mobility and keen looks! And right on cue one of those nameless foreign powers you always see in those thirties B-films wants the plane for themselves, and someone at the plant is doin' their darndest to see that not only the plane, but perhaps Smilin' Jack himself, takes a sabotaged and fiery crash right in front of the assembled governmental officials just so's they can scoot off with the plane plans themselves! Naturally this story leads you on some interesting turns and twists and well...

I don't wanna give too much away because you'll really wanna read this yourself. But I will tell ya that as the story progresses not only do we find out who the mystery saboteur is (and boy is it a surprise!) but Smilin' Jack come across a Gould-worthy freakish enemy who resembles the thirties-era Peter Lorre! That really proves that Mosley had his finger on the pulse of hotcha thirties moom pitcher entertainment what with such a blatant cop such as this! Lotsa action and close calls in store with this 'un, kids!

Saturday, May 09, 2020

Izza "Chinese Gongo" shutdown beginnin' to get you down? Not me...I figure this is probably gonna be the closest thing to SUMMER VACATION I'm gonna get until I retire or croak, at which point I'm not gonna be in any shape to do anything anyway so might as well enjoy myself now. Yeah I know that some people are champin' at the bit to get things back to "normal" but hey, there have always been over-achievers and do-gooders who want to keep busy and help humanity and other disturbing things along those lines and unfortunately THEY ARE NOT GOING AWAY NO MATTER HOW HARD I PRAY!  I guess we'll have to put up with such reprobates for as long as there's an Earth to live on, but that doesn't me we have to go along with their sickening mentalities. So readers, just say home, live it up and creep outside only if you need them bare essentials like canned tamales and laxatives.
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RIP THE STRANGLERS' KEYBOARDIST DAVE GREENFIELD, something I better not mention considering just how much Supreme Leader Lindsay Hutton hates that band after some altercation at a Stranglers' show way back in the gory days of 1977. I think it was JJ Burnel who was the aggravating force against Hutton, but hate by association probably still rules to this day. Anyway, so long to that guy who really knew how to swipe various Daryl Hooper and Ray Manzarak moves and pass 'em off as the fresh new thing to a load of kids who didn't know any better! AND IN THE SAME WEEK goodbye to Kraftwerk's Florian Schneider who proved to us that you can be just as punk savvy as the guy next to ya yet still make boring music! Or at least boring music after you hit the big time! All kidding aside, a fond farewell to both of you boo hoo waah waah!
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BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR...DEPT.: Hey, can any of you avid olde tymey tee-vee viewers help me find info on or (shudder) even locate a certain television special that's SO OBSCURE that even IMDB doesn't list it? It's called THE TENDER GRASS and was presented for Passover way back on the boob tube 1963 way. As far as I can tell it stars Sam Wannamaker who plays some fanabla who, as a child, committed the cruel act of tearing the tongues out of some baby birds and for his punishment he, or actually his wife, bore seven sons who were unable to speak! Sounds good already eh, perhaps the pilot for an old comedy series called MY SEVEN MUTES! But the fact that the actor playing the young version of Wannamaker is none other than former child star PETER LAZER is what really has grabbed my attention about this thing! If any of you were up and about in front of the television way back when and saw this, howzbout lettin' me in on the deal?!?!?! I mean, who wouldn't want to watch Peter Lazer rip the tongues outta baby birds anyway!
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If ya want it great, but hurry up!
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Enough stallin'. Onto the nitty gritty dirty bandy stuff we call da REVOOOZ! I think I got a purty good batch of 'em up and about for this week's go at it, and as usual thanks go to the people who donated the wares for review like Bill Shute (nothing from Paul McGarry this time, though not through any fault of his) and especially Clayton Silva who sent the George Heroine platter, a spinner that I'm still trying to fit my third ear through and that's really hard to do because that spindle is so tiny! And if these reviews don't want to make you hop onna scooter and head on out to the nearest record shop to buy one or all of these efforts well...I don't blame you if you get mad because what record shop even within a 500 mile radius of where you live would have anything like the following up for sale?


ME-262/Trans 262-1979-1982 LP (Buttercup Records, Australia)

When it comes to legendary yet obscure under-the-underground seventies-era Australian hard rock groups nobody can beat Trans Love Energies for legendary chaotic status. However, ME-262 do come in a hefty second, and this group finally gets their just desserts splattered all over 'em on this relatively recent so-seventies blue-vinyl SPECIAL EDITION release which, besides having a real boffo high quality cover, features a whole load of goodies enclosed which is one reason this thing'll set you back a whole lotta moolah!

The performances from both incarnations of this important Antipodean outlet (including follow up Trans 262 and I hope "Trans" doesn't mean what I think it does!) are hard rock quality enough and even sound BETTER when they're not mimicking Radio Birdman. Thankfully both sides retain that raw demo sound that always came off better'n the actual polished results unless you're a HI-FI FREAK or something equally cubesville. Comes with a flexidisc you will not want to play, at least too often (it's sealed, and busting it would almost be akin to deflowering a sweet innocent gal!), a poster, and a booklet detaining the whole sordid mess.
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George Heroine-TMYLTL LP (Love Anthem Records)

Meercaz is a name from the past that I thought I'd never hear again, but it turns out that this very man (under his real name) has released a pretty interesting solo platter that I think a few of you reg'lar readers just might be interested in. Mr. Herione's voice ain't exactly whatcha'd call "cultured" but he hits the notes alla time and if you could get used to Neil Young you can get used to this as well! The music enclosed should be right up your expansive alley, sounding like quite good 'n cultured seventies-era pop at times and even Suicide-electronic drive at others. At even others maybe it comes off as if Mr. Heroine is singing to some pre-recorded generic backing but wha' th' hey... Maybe it's an acquired taste but somehow I coulda heard some of this on AM radio in '77 in between a lotta the bad stuff that was goin' down then.

Don't believe me? Take a listen to TMYLTL yourself and see if the magic of Heroine just doesn't affect you in a deep down positive way (tho I suggest you get the LP because the labels used are something that would really satisfy some of you lonely readers ifyaknowaddamean...tho you might just ruin the thing by scratching it up with your fingernails as you hold the thing with one hand and gooin' the grooves up with...well, the other!). (Thanks be to Clayton Silva for the offering---maybe he can tell us how to get an actual flesh and blood copy since there's no address on the sleeve and I tossed out the package it arrived in!)


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John Cage-LOLLIPOPS 3-CD set (Cherry Red Records, England)

Three shiny disques that collect a whole lotta Cage which satisfies a guy like myself who kept running up against brick wall after another tryin' to find these things inna late seventies.

First platter contains the entire 25-year retrospective box set that George Avakian released way back when (I have a letter from him re. this box set somewhere), an entertaining enough slice of Cage's earliest chamber compositions and percussion/tape workouts which, like the Columbia two-LP set of early piano numbers, shows the genesis of a composer who continues to shock even people who I think would like him.

The second continues on with the retro with a wild bang what with "Concert For Piano and Orchestra" garnering about as much hostility from the audience as METALLIC KO. Also on #2 is the "Double Music" percussion piece he did with Lou Harrison in the early '40s as well as the first two sides of INDETERMINACY, the Folkways double set which had Cage reciting one-minute shaggy dog stories while blips and other sounds from "Fontana Mix" appear randomly. Some of 'em are good and others well...I guess you'd have to be deep into Eastern Philosophy to really understand the underlying nature before some monk whacks you on the head!

The last 'un finishes up INDETERMINACY (you oughta hear Cage do his Joe Jitsu impression!) then delivers on "Cartridge Music" which has Cage and David Tudor making the worst sorta racket by rubbing stereo cartridges affixed with pipe cleaners over a whole slew of objects. You may have the Time and/or Mainstream albums that this and the original unexpurgated "Fontana Mix" which follows originally appeared on but if those just happened to fly right past ya like they did me well, now ya have a second chance albeit a good fortysome years after they woulda impacted your teenbo-expanding mind the way they were supposed to!
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MOTT THE HOOPLE CD (Angel Air Records, England)

Never having heard this particular 'un before I decided like wha' th' hey? And to tell ya the truth the thing really CREEPED ME OUT! Not sure exactly how I can explain to you how and why it did, but I was sure made to feel uneasy what with the blatant Dylan swipes merged with a late-sixties English rock air of decadence that sure conjured up a whole load of bad moves in rock developmental history to me. And still I like the thing BECAUSE it sounds so tight and repressive! Even the bonus cover of Crosby Stills Nash and that other guy's "Ohio" went by my ears easily enough without flashing me back to loads of contemporary kiddies with patches on jeans and armchair political views plastered all over 'em! By the way can you believe it's been fifty years since that atrocity happened, the song not the actual event.
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Spontaneous Music Ensemble-BARE ESSENTIALS 1972-3 2-CD set (Emanem Records)

This 'un's John Stevens in duo settings with soprano sax player Trevor Watts, so don't expect that full ensemble improv sound this act was usually known for. Most of the time Watts seems to be playing mere bleats without any florid tonal development while Stevens plays one of the smallest trap drum kits since the late-seventies Modern Lovers. Stevens even adds some cornet making for a duo that I gotta say kinda drove me bonkers after a hard day of batch testing at the dildo factory. It has that English approach to the New Sound that many in Ameriga didn't quite attempt, so if you're interested in that breed of free play this is one place you might want to stop at for a particularly satisfying treatment of ear masochism!
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Fossils-ASSASSIN POEMS CD-r burn (originally on Middle James Co. Records, Canada)

Yes, these are the same Fossils who recorded on the late grate Kendra Steiner Editions label, only now they're out on their own and makin' just as wild a sound as they had inna past! I actually could discern a beat which is highly reminiscent of various early excursions in sound as aural sculpture that can be traced in part to the guy honored two reviews up (even if that mere fact has become a cliche these past fortysome years). I do hear some slight similarities to "Cartridge Music" and "Fontana Mix" so maybe I can get away with saying the obvious once again. Still a nice blare of music to settle into once you kinda the the idea into your mind that maybe we're all in on the oblivion ride as present events unfold. I mean, what better soundtrack than this?
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TOOL SHED CD-r burn (originally on Sauce-on-a-Joint Productions Records)

Kinda hippydippy in that early-seventies eat your acoustic guitar for roughage sorta way, but it at least TOOL SHED's got a coupla nice psychedelic pop rockers that reminded me a bit of something off the Soft White Underbelly album. The rest of this kinda comes off real strange, mixing early-seventies BLESS THE BEASTS AND CHILDREN touchyfeel goo acoustic guitar music with a James Taylor bent and strange Indian chants and random retard screaming that'll remind you as to why the Stooges were so important in the light of all this That one piano ballad did sound halfway good in a John Cale way, at least before that singer affects one of the worst falsettos heard in history. I think the guys who recorded TOOL SHED should have been taken too the tool shed!
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Various Artists-BLACK-BOTTOM PIPELINE DETECTIVE CD-r burn (Bill Shute)

Again, a lotsa winners here, from Anita Louise's pretty exact-o cover of  "Jim Dandy" (and who would have expected such from the rather famous and reserved Hollywood star of the Golden Era?) to some early-sixties instrumentals that are bound to get the ol' testosterone rollin' in yer average teenbo, 'specially when them french horns start blowin'! Of course the addition of seven Zoogz Rift tracks should make many of us who were bombarded with all sorta under-the-underground music back inna eighties remember what a stellar talent the man was. Of course the Ramones doin' Dylan is surprisingly inspired, and even the stranger-than-me Satanic Puppeteers Orchestra who have a robot for a lead singer are fine, though the Puppeteers shoulda known that Donny and Marie had 'em beat years ago! Ya gotcha self another winner here Bill, and if you could only bottle it you'd make yourself a fortune that would put Sorcerer Records to shame!
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Thursday, May 07, 2020

MOOM PITCHER REVIEW! LES IDOLES (1968), STARRING PIERRE CLEMENTE, BULLE OGIER AND JEAN-PIERRE KALFON!

Rock mooms generally can't get the feral madness of the music onto celluloid although there have been many good tries at it. Not so strangely enough, the best rock 'n roll films ever produced were made before such ideas as "cinema" (what the snoots like to watch) ever crept into the rock realm in order to make it more acceptable to the chattering classes. After all isn't any AIP teen exploitation film from the mid-sixties a whole lot more rock 'n roll in teenage suburban slob spirit than most attempts to make rock "cultured" via a variety of tries at merging rock and film at a time when both were aging badly? Warhol's Velvet Underground film and BLANK GENERATION succeed in the film/rock/art category because we're not talking flowery flittering frill here but the music taken to its darkest intent and exposed as such. But when I tend to think of rock films for the masses, total drek like THE ROSE or TIMES SQUARE generally come to mind not forgetting those various MTV videos transformed to celluloid gloss that permeated the shopping plaza screens of the eighties.

OK, enough explanation of rock via. snoot in that uppity-nosed NEW YORKER fashion that the thankfully late Ellen Willis excelled in, even though I do get the idea that LES IDOLES definitely would have have been one film that would have proudly appeared on the YORKER's pics to hit lists that appeared in the front of their mag back when I would read it to see what was happening in the New York clubs. And yeah, LES IDOLES is an art film and a rather avgarde one at that, and it is because of films like LES IDOLES that I have no qualms about seeing a cinematic excursion (pardon moi!) that just might be filled with more symbolism and deep meaning than a Rod McKuen poem, because when it has a chance this film does "rock".

OK, I know some people like Patrick Amory will upchuck at the mere thought of me liking music that "rocks", such a concept being so fourth grade 'n all, but who says that fourth graders are necessarily that stoopid for enjoying the high energy brace of it at least when that feeling is so down 'n feral like it was back when the sound was in its infancy. And besides, when you mix good music (in this case a deft spoof of French pop/rock) and one of the more screwball neo-plots extant (thanks to Marc'O with his screenplay and directing) you get a foreign language art house film that might have just as many high energy rock fans in attendance as it does snobbier than thou wine and cheese types who trample all over themselves to be even more shocking than their compatriots in their attitudes towards childhood sexual expression and whether or not "ga ga goo" is an affirmation that baby really does want to take it up the ass.

Yes it could be taken as one big spoof of the late-sixties French rock scene as seen through the eyes of a jaded Lettrist and even in its more contrived parts LES IDOLES sure seems a skewered yet fair enough approximation of the facts in the same way Steve Ditko's comic settings mimic an unreal on some hands yet down to earth on the other newsroom or television network so out of date yet grimly realistic. And this ain't just an experimental film but one with many commercial elements from the musical displays to the sounds themselves which can hold their own and more with much of the music that was being broadcast across the world right at a time when rock 'n roll was beginning to lose its touch leading to the mire we all found ourselves in once the seventies hit us all hard.
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LES IDOLES follows the trajectory paths of three French singing stars...foreign film reg Pierre Clemente plays Charlie the Knife, this toughshit street-fightin' guy who wears a toy spider pendant and radiates a whole lotta that energy people thought they were seeing in Jim Morrison. Perhaps he is the Gallic Iggy! Bulle Ogier's Gigi, the skinny yet sexy gal aspect makes for some fine sight for sore eyes in her rockin' sway while Jean-Pierre Kalfon, probably best known to you for his mid-seventies group Kalfon Rock Chaud who appear on the SKYDOG COMMANDO album, plays Simon the Magician. He's a former occultist and it now seems former singing star who in some ways predates the blond shaved Lou Reed period as much as Clementi comes off an early if less addled version of Sid Vicious. Kalfon had a pretty interesting career in entertainment not only in the musical realm but in acting which I assume he is best known for in France...this guy has been in both Disney and NC-17 flicks which goes to show you his versatility!

The film is part rock realism, sly social commentary (that for once won't make you puke), downright comedy and plenty of fantasy that fits into its subject rather than oozes around it. Almost like a mish mosh of scenes from the play this was eventually turned into that skip from here to there yet contain a fairly cohesive structure as it tells the story about the three and their various travails and abuse by their handlers (who might just be a tad more crafty and downright dangerous than those real life rock managers I used to and continue to read about). Not being well versed in French I hadda follow the subtitles and I think I did fair well enough in capturing just what Marc'O was aiming at in this part satire/part mock-reality show effort The abstract atmosphere and hidden meanings might not resonate with a definitely non-Gallic fellow such as I, but they just might hit home with those of you who are more familiar with the state of musical affairs over there, or at least how they stood at a time when it seemed as if France was teetering on the brink of some spoiled college kid revolution that only resulted in things being more of a mess there than had they just gone to class and got their Philosophy degrees!

The music is surprisingly good, played by a group called the Rollsticks who were put together especially for the play and film. Some wag on IMDB compared the Rollsticks to "a poor man's Velvet Underground" which naturally would pique this old tyme VU aficionado's attention, although if one were to Google that very phrase acts as diverse in talent as Hackamore Brick, the Strokes, Moldy Peaches, Les Rallizes Denudes, the Violent Femmes and the Psychedelic Furs will show up. Dunno if the Rollsticks would fit into with any of 'em other'n their basic usage of forms then fresh but now past, but they sure were a riveting act that could sway from giddy teen pop to neo-punk efforts and free sound blur which would have made for a riveting appearance had (if?) these guys ever decided to stick together and develop their craft somewhat. At least two of the Rollsticks went on to better things...guitarist Stephane Vilar eventually ended up in Europrogs Calcium while woodwind player Didier Malherbe is well known for his stay in Gong but sheesh, if the Rollsticks had only stayed together and recorded who knows, they may have produced the Francais answer to FUNHOUSE or even RAW POWER for all I know!

The soundtrack on CBS France (pictured above) is definitely a must-have 'n I do envy those those of you lucky enough to have latched onto a copy. Unfortunately it is now one of those high-priced efforts way out of my depression-era wages reach, so unless some fambly of European descent has a garage sale and wants to unload their albums at standard flea market prices I'll guess I'll have to go without one.

But the moom pitcher...eh, it is worth watching since the freak out aspects and the music sorta woosh away any arty pretensions you may be whiffing what with this being a furrin' language flick 'n all. For those of you who really do dare, here's the entire cinematic escapade for you courtesy of  Youtube...


Tuesday, May 05, 2020

BOOK REVIEW BY BILL SHUTE! BUCK RYAN SMASHING THE WAR RACKETEERS (1941) (Golden Age Reprints)

If you enjoyed the 1942 Monogram film RUBBER RACKETEERS, which I reviewed here a while back, why not enjoy some more vintage World War II black market profiteering crime-action entertainment, but this time hop across the pond to Great Britain and check out a newspaper comic strip, joining British detective/intelligence operative BUCK RYAN as he fights wartime food racketeering in a hardboiled world that will resonate with anyone who enjoys British-made B&W crime films.

The Buck Ryan strip is the work of artist Jack Monk and writer Don Freeman, who began publishing in 1937 and kept going until 1962. Amazingly, Ryan was resurrected in the UK DAILY MIRRORin 2015 (reprints of late 50’s strips, newly colored, but with the coloring done well), but checking out the Mirror’s website (where you can read these recent reprints), it looks like the revived Buck Ryan folded in 2018. If you go to a Wordpress website called BRITISH COMICS COMPILATIONS and look for Ryan, you can find almost the complete run, though you’ll have to download them. These separate story arcs are also available in print in a series of paperbacks from Golden Age Reprints (and competing reprint volumes of some of them also from Ecomics Space). I’ve got 7 of these, and they are exciting reading, influenced by B-crime films of the day but also by Dick Tracy, although there is less violence here than in Tracy and also the uniquely Chester Gould-ish grotesque and bizarre qualities of the Tracy strip are not here. Still, the stories I’ve read, dating from the 30’s and 40’s, are quite solid and fast-moving, though with interesting settings and plot developments and supporting characters and guest criminals.

This particular story arc ran for 72 daily installments, and the book reprints them 3 to a page. Transfer quality is very good on 66 of the dailies and good on the other 6. Ryan is assigned to investigate a criminal ring that is bypassing food rationing and distributing pilfered bacon, potatoes, lamb, tea, and other items on the black market at inflated prices.

I have always had the greatest respect for the creators of daily newspaper comic strips with continuing story arcs. They are limited to (in this case) three or four panels a day, and each day’s entry has to move the story forward, start with something exciting, close with something mysterious enough to reel the reader back in the next day, and at the same time make sense to someone who does not read the paper every day. And you have to keep people reading the story for three to six months, daily. That’s a tall order, making you do fifty things simultaneously, without having any of those things calling attention to themselves.

The police-procedural aspect of this story arc is quite interesting—you learn about how the illicit distribution network steals the food, how they distribute it, who they sell it to (often caterers and diners), etc. You also learn how tea can be adulterated with other substances to “extend” it. Another interesting angle is that some of the minor players in the criminal enterprise are displaced circus and vaudeville performers, as those areas have cut back considerably because of the war and the employees are having to scramble for work. Buck is understanding toward those members of the gang, and as long as they are willing to rat on (I actually saw the term “nark” used here in this 1942 comic by one of those characters—I always assumed that term originated in the 50’s, but evidently not!) the higher-ups, he helps to get them real jobs so they are not tempted by a life of crime. What a nice guy!

I’ve read this particular book many times in the last few years…just read it again last night while waiting for a meatball pizza at a food truck in an empty church parking lot off the interstate in Selma, Texas, just north of Retama Park horse racing track…and it moves along quickly, is full of suspense and interesting average people in the diners and truckstops of the early British motorways. Buck Ryan is the model of the tough and efficient but charming detective, and you can imagine the UK equivalent of a Kane Richmond or a Chester Morris handling the role. If this kind of thing appeals to you, I’d recommend you make the acquaintance of Buck Ryan, via either book reprint or free downloads. He had a 25 year run in the UK, and when he was revived in the 2000’s, there were a number of newspaper commentators and readers sharing memories about how devoted a following Ryan had, how they would clip the strips and collect them, how their parents would read it daily with their morning coffee or tea (the latter, hopefully NOT “extended” with soda and impurities, a la WWII scamming), etc. While you are at that British Comics Compilations website, you’ll find many other long-running UK comic strips, most of which are little known to us over here in the US and Canada and are waiting for us to enjoy… so there’s absolutely NO excuse for anyone to spend time binge-watching anything on Netflix!

Saturday, May 02, 2020

Hiya fanablas---not that big of a post this week given that the specter of REAL LIFE has once again reared its ugly head and I have been more or less "drafted" into doing more than my fair share of hard work and toil in order to please others! Sheeh, if only I did it all with a good nature and even better heart I'd be chalkin' up all them grace points to be tallied on that big day when I finally cash my chips in at the Big Casino! However, since I am doing all of this rather begrudgingly none of this is gonna count towards ANYTHING so why bother? A fast fist inna lip is why I do.

But don't worry, I will try to PAD this out somewhat by breaking up paragraphs and adding "cereal" here and there to at least pump it up to a halfway-decent size. Think of it as a word sausage more or less.

Frankly I think the results are pretty decent if I do say so myself. And why not since I am the worst judge of my own character and do have a rather biased opinion of myself...in the the right sorta way ifyaknowaddamean. Nice selection of items for review here with thanks and glory bees to Bill Shute and Paul McGarry for the gibsmedats. Maybe a bigger to-do next time 'round, but I dunno...
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Well if any of ya want a copy, here it is! And on that note...


Blue Sun-PEACE BE UNTO YOU CD-r burn (originally on Spectator Records, Denmark)

When I first laid eyes upon it I thought that it was gonna be strictly from grade-z turdsville what with a title like PEACE BE UNTO YOU! I mean, who put this record together, some guy who gave ya the handshake of peace in church then beat you up silly in the parking lot when you accidentally dinged the door of his car? Don't worry Prunella, for this album ain't that kinda dippy warmnfuzzy gunch, it's this kind, the kind that comes closer to those early Pharoah Sanders albums that drove home the deep feeling of post-Coltraneesque bliss without making you wanna puke like a few of these efforts mighta. Those were Sanders' LATER albums that got you all up-chucking, especially since you parted with plenty of dinero for those atrocities thinkin' they were gonna be the bee's knees! You wouldn't think a buncha Danes had it in 'em, but Lord knows they can be just as spiritual as their Amerigan compats!
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Various Artists-EXPLOITING PLASTIC INEVITABLE VOLUMES ONE AND TWO CD-r burns (originally on Yahoo Records)

Drat! With a title like that I was hopin' EXPLOITING PLASTIC INEVITABLE woulda been a keen study of the Velvet Underground's influence on music beginning with its earliest incarnations via the few adept types who actually did buy a copy of THE VELVET UNDERGROUND AND NICO and were inspired enough to form a band just like Eno said! Now that's an endeavor that I really could throw my listening parameters around with little if any effort!

Turns out these two disques contain a selection of various psychedelic rarities and pop ephemera that capture the late-sixties teenbo consumption and digestion of the new sounds, mostly flopperoos but they'll certainly be big hits once they make their way into your own personal top forty that's for sure!

T' be honest a lotta this is studio re-gush of various hit fodder that might seem shallIsay "derivative", but there are more'n a few gems to be found within. Volume one actually has a rather well known track in "Clock on the Wall" done up by the Guess Who which I'm sure many of you readers already have in your collection. It fits in swell with the rest of these entries and is a whole lot better'n their anti-Amerigan rabble rousing stuff those communists were best know for!

The Cool Cats from Norway's cover of Lothar and the Hand People's "Machines" is also a winner if only because that song was such a  classic early pre-suck FM rouser to begin with. And Turkey's Mogollar also do the land of sick porn fine with "Hard Work" which might get me back into discovering more about all of those great acts that Jay Dobis told us about in that interview I did with him last year.

Second vol.'s fine as well with a few real winners from Israel's Revolver and their late-sixties pop psych take on the Beatles' "I'm Down" not to mention Germany's Rope Sect (pre-Mammut---will once again check out their tracks on the UNDER PARTY GROUND album whenever I can find it!) and "Da Du Da" complete with a scratchy violin solo and some amazing electronic effects that for once doesn't come off art school pretentious! For me the real winner of this set's England's Ram and Sel who do the ever-eloquent "Screw You" which sounds like a bunch of gnomes singing the Troggs with a synth quiver through it all that'll remind you of your nervous system during a caffiened up cram session at three AM. How this never became a hit I'll never know, though could you imagine all of the shouting and punishment your standard teenbo at the time would have had to endure had mom 'n pop heard their progeny spin this 'un on the family console?

Maybe it was music like this that was that fabled "International Youth Language" we kept hearin' about back inna seventies. It all fits into a nice cohesive example of teenage radio pop at what should have been its best but unfortunately kids never were at their best when it came to choosing rock 'n roll (and other forms of music) that could cut to the quick and sate the craving urge. Only a few could during their usual Burroughian endeavors into the rabid realm of human behavior, and unfortunately they were looked upon as the Great Beast which is something that continues to rile me up looong after rock 'n roll was rendered impotent by a combination of the industry and kids who were just too wasted or holy or tamed to understand the concept of atonal bliss!

Hmmmm, maybe the sounds that appear here are the actual spawn of the Velvets, dolled up and smoothed here and there but just as to the fingerquick "dangerous" and "evil" as all of those rock naysayers said it ALL was! And maybe that was a legacy that I can surely sink my maws into considering how vital it still seems lo these many years later.
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The Ventures-TELSTAR/THE LONELY BULL LP (Dolton Records)

Heh, what else can ya say about these Ventures albums which take the hits of the day, boff or not, and rework 'em in their own Mosrite image anyway? For some reason (perhaps because they reflect the world of my earliest memories) songs like "Telstar", "Calcutta" and "Green Onions" really resonate in this old blubberfarm's bean, and even if these familiar faves ain't done by the original artists I can still osmose a whole lotta pre-hippycreep livin' with the Ventures' etapoint renditions! One flea market find from the past that sure paid off, a fifty-cents well spent if I do say so myself!
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Various Artists-THAT'LL FLAT GET IT, VOLUME 12, IMPERIAL RECORDS CD-r burn (originally on Bear Family Records, Germany)

You might be shocked to think that Imperial Records had invested a good hunka cash into the rockabilly moo'ment considerin' how they seemed to bank their bucks on r 'n b and straight-ahead country. But they did, and on this CD-r burn appear some of the hotter late-fifties rockabilly efforts that graced that label's long history (which is still goin' on in some mutated form or another). A number of these selections will be familiar to most of you readers such as Bob Luman's "Red Hot" whether you heard the original or Robert Gordon's cover, but I was in for a whole load of fresh to my ears efforts and you probably might too. Faves of the batch were done up by a Texas sextet called the Strikes, who for a brief senior moment I had confused with the Strokes but hey, worse things have happened.
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John Coltrane-COMPLETE LIVE AT THE SUTHERLAND LOUNGE 1961 c-CD-r burn set (originally on RLR Records, of European ancestry)

A definitely probably (hah!) bootleg of some Coltrane broadcast using various nth-generation tapes for source material. Of course a good portion of you half-mastered audiophile types will cringe at the thought of listening to this, and frankly for the neophyte to give this a go in lieu of the vast Coltrane catalog that's already available would be akin to me having played MY FAVORITE THINGS before IMPRESSIONS or INDIA thus keeping me away for a good five or so years. (As ya can tell, I was not impressed but what do sixteen-year-olds really know especially if they're brain dead?). Still, if you're way familiar with the Impulse catalog and have a good portion of those Atlantic and Bethlehem albums under your belt yeah, you might go for these recordings in a really big way.
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Theatre du Chene Noir-AURORA CD-r burn (originally on Futura Records, France)

Given that this is on the same label that gave us both Red Noise and Mahogany Brain you can just tell that Theatre du Chene Noir's album is gonna be a wild excursion into Gallic grooviness! The soundtrack to an avgarde play, the music teeters in between the New Jazz and the Even Newer Classical in ways that should please both fans of Ornette Coleman and Stockhausen. Sounds like it came straight from some art house film that one would see in some run down theatre, the kind where you're trying to follow some strange tangential plot then all of a sudden you feel a hand upon your knee. Good enough that you don't even need the visuals to appreciate this 100%.
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Various Artists-WATUSI TOBACCO SEXBEAT CD-r burn (Bill Shute)

Starting off with a surprisingly psychedelic Chubby Checker track called "Stoned in the Bathroom", Bill really thrown the good stuff into one nice dungheap on this particular "Floor Sweepings" disque. Of course I gotta say that I think Bill is pretty outta the BLOG TO COMM loop if he thinks that I am unfamiliar with such trackage as the Orlons' "Wah-Watusi" or the Sonics and Dolls, but he makes up for it with some good inclusions like a Blue Ridge Rangers number that makes me wonder why all the hip crits were so down on this post-CCR effort. Also a fine inclusion was Beehive and the Barracuda's cover of the Gun Club's "Sex Beat", which while not as good as the original, still manages to hold its head way above water while similar efforts woulda sunk like turds in the toilet of my mind. Overall its a pretty good gatherin' because stuff I thought was gonna be strict grade-z like Clyde's "Where the Radar Is" and Southern Culture on the Skids' version of "Tobacco Road" sounded pretty snat to me!
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I know that some of you people are in the market for BLACK TO COMM back issues, and perhaps financial situations or just plain stinginess have kept you from keeping up with all the missing gaps that are otherwise ruining your own fine rock reading collections. Now's the time to buy because hey, who knows how long it will be before I croak and they all end up in a massive landfill somewhere. Hey, that's what Tower Records did so why not my own kith 'n kin?

Thursday, April 30, 2020

UGLY THINGS #53 (YOU KNOW WHERE TO GET IT!)

What was once a two times a year thrill has become a three times a year one, though at the hefty price of ten bucks (plus postage!) I dunno how I'll be able to afford many of these UGLY THINGS as the years roll by!

But beg borrow or turd I will in order to latch onto this crucial rag, and the latest is no exception from the rest of 'em and perhaps is an improvement over the earlier ones which really is sayin' something! Something especially when you consider the effort and quality that are poured into these things like hot coffee up my constipated anus.

UGLY THINGS #53's brilliant through and through, what with enough drama and excitement here to have filled up at least a season and a half of ALFRED HITCHCOCK PRESENTS. The major cover come ons are of course the big draw with not only tales about former Love drummer Dan Conka and the infamous Skip Spence that might even have you shedding a tear like they did me (I am a sensitive soul, you moron!) but a hotcha piece on the Groupies of "Primitive" (that blatant "Smokestack Lightning" swipe given a Stoogian life of its own) fame and the Outsiders of "The Boy With The Long Liverpool Hair" fame which would figure since both acts were "connected" somehow (you read it...I don't wanna give the entire issue away free since I'm already outta ten smackers for the thing and you're merely mooching!)

I also thought that the Johnny Blitz/Madansky interview was pretty good even if the guy seemed to clam up about a lot of things (an' he didn't even mention his early-eighties gig with Andy Gerome which Gerome said was the favorite of all his groups!). Oh well, maybe next time and maybe the great interview with Steve Cataldo of Nervous Eaters fame will get some more Boston-area gab abouts to apprear in future UT pages considering the wealth of hotcha acts that appeared in the area back in the seventies and eighties (and maybe even beyond!). And maybe the aforementioned Blitz talk and interview with Cleveland hero Wally Bryson will get some more of the heavily suppressed Cle rock scene info up and about before it all becomes a buncha jumbled unconnected brain syntax dribble at the rock and roller old folks home and euthenasium that's gonna be built any darn second!

Not only THAT (even tho I have yet to peruse some of the other hep pieces here such as the Time Machine and the Hungarian beatsters Atlas---there are a few time constraints gettin' this review out to DA PEOPLE ya know!) but there are those reviews which are good enough that they even inspired ME to part with some of that rare green stuff to purchase platters that will be reviewed in upcoming BLOG TO COMMs if I am lucky enough for them to arrive.

So the thing ain't exactly a waste of some good moolah after all! And unless a new issue of VULCHER comes out this just might rank as the ONLY rock mag that matters here in the dawn of a decade that just might be a whole lot more fun'n even I would have imagined. Might be worth the effort to do some serious labor in order to get hold of this one

Saturday, April 25, 2020

Hi---still sweatin' it out all on your lonesome in the sanctity of your fart-encrusted bedrooms? Still waitin' for the all clear to sound so you can go back to your usual wastrel lives? Haw, talk about a big lifestyle change (right!)...the only major difference in your lives is that now you have to wear a mask when you go to the mailbox to pick up your welfare checks! But don't worry, things will be getting back to normal shortly when people like ME will be out working in order to support all you loafers out there!
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In the meanwhile...well, I did manage to break the monotony of IMPENDING DOOM by shedding a few shekels for a few back issues of CODA. You might remember it, the Canadian jazz mag that kinda reminded me of what DOWN BEAT woulda been like had they been operating on a lower budget, didn't accept ads for Hohner instruments and were free of stodgies like Leonard Feather workin' for 'em. Plus CODA seemed to have more of an affinity for the new free avgarde stuff that DOWN BEAT seemed to cover only because they felt it was their duty, sorta like the way MELODY MAKER gave room to the pub and punk rock groups of the seventies even though Chris Welch's heart was firmly enshrined in the flittery progressive and camp pop of the day. Gotta put some Ruby Braff on to clear the air of all that Roscoe Mitchell we hadda review...you know the drill by now, eh?

In all, CODA had DOWN BEAT beat on all counts, from the less snobbish attitude as well as their eagerness to cover the free splat that was still up 'n comin' even a good fifteen year after its shocking debut. The print job resembles a good quality fanzine of the day, usually one of European stock with their professional typeset that the Amerigan fanzines usually lacked because well. them Europeons are richer. Plus you don't get that many annoying bigtime ads even if Columbia Records just HADDA HAVE the inside front cover spot.

But sheee-yucks, would much of the competition devote so much space to the likes of Steve Lacy or the New Delta Ahkri while tossing out rubber bones to the more established jazz fashion like was seen elsewhere in the music press? To the folks at CODA these hard-driving free players were the people to push, and while other forms of the jazz mystique did get their allotted time it sure was allotted in a way smaller fashion than would be expected from a mag devoted to a musical genre that really went off on some rather slickster tangents. CODA is a mag I can sure snuggle up with on these long and lonesome days, reminding me of what sorta meaning this music had for sequestered suburban slobs who were holed up in their cubicles reading the New Music Distribution Service catalogs thinking of a good way to latch onto the $5.99 for some Luther Thomas disc. Come to think of it, 45 years later we're still trying to get those very same platters that either went out of stock in a flash or got passed on because well...those depression era wages 'n all!
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Here's what I managed to scrape up for this week. Nothing shocking what with an old Mott the Hoople Cee Dee and various "donations" getting the royal BLOG TO COMM treatment. But who knows, things might just change as soon as my financial luck improves, which in my case means when some frazzled mother dumps half of her change in the parking lot at DOLLAR GENERAL and I'm there just in the nick of time to pick all them pennies (and maybe even more!) up! Thanks to Bill, Paul, and NO ONE ELSE for this week's goodie goods!


Mott the Hoople-THE HOOPLE CD (Columbia/Legacy Records)

If I was doin' one of those year-end wrap ups of familiar recorded booty this woulda ended up in it. But I'm not doin' one and besides I gotta say that I never even heard THE HOOPLE until the here and now! So yeah, it is like an all new platter to me and while I'm at it I gotta say I really am surprised by the thing given that the only legit Hoople I've had for eons on end (wouldja believe since my sixteenth birthday which also yielded a copy of THE SPIRIT and a MAD MAGAZINE SPECIAL?) was ALL THE YOUNG DUDES.

THE HOOPLE is a slicker effort true, but it still has that mid-seventies English rock urge to it that Queen flittered about with and Cockney Rebel flopped over. It kinda reminds me of the early Be Bop Deluxe albums before that group ended up overtaken by their own image. Even the overwrought string-laden moments from "Through the Looking Glass" don't remind you of the theme to THE MILLION DOLLAR MOVIE like "The Long and Winding Road" does. And you don't even have to squint your ears, at least some of the time, to believe that this indeed is pretty good rock 'n roll.

Other Hoople disques in the collection are just rarin' to be reviewed so don't be alarmed when one unsuspectingly bites you on the neck.
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JACKSON BECK AS PHILO VANCE---COACHMAN MURDER CASE & MIDGET MURDER CASE CD-r burn

It's hard to enjoy these old radio programs when you're "multitasking" as the chi-chi crowds like to say, but when you just settle back and close your eyes...you fall asleep! Well, not in this case, for these Philo Vance mysteries are good enough to keep your attention span goin' longer than you average flea's. The first case has a murder victim floating face down in a swimming pool with a fishing knife in his heart and a fish hook and reel connected to his suit. Sounds like an episode of THE AMERICAN SPORTSMAN starring Phil Harris that got out of hand. The other one has the leader of a vaudeville troupe ending up shot with a "midget gun" and you know that it's too obvious that the midget was the one to do it. But who did...the strongman,  the magician, or the acrobat? Yes,  you too can match whatever wits you have with Vance and try to solve the murder, though sometimes I think that if you did just that a lotta innocent people would be going to the chair.
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John Eaton-MICROTONAL FANTASY CD-r burn (originally on Decca Records)

Sheesh, I didn't even know that Decca had a special colored classical label like Columbia did! And I didn't even know who this John Eaton guy was until I did a li'l googlin' here and there! Anyway what it is is a pretty interesting combination of piano, electronics and voice with Eaton playing his co-invention the SynKet, which gives off some of the weirdest oscillations since the Silver Apples while sharp Webern-like piano chords and Cowell-esque tone clusters fill the clogged pores of your mind. The soprano voice of Michiko Hirayama should appeal to fans of Cathy Berberian what with her similar stretch of the vocal cords, but I doubt it. Joan LaBarbera maybe. If your dad got mad at you when you played Stockhausen records (like mine did), boy will he really throw a fit over this!
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Joe Henderson-PAGE ONE CD-r burn (originally on Blue Note Records)

Cool 'nuff true, but frankly after the day I had I could sure use a blast of John Gilmore or Joseph Jarman doing one of his circular breathing English Horn marathons while Don Moye crashes about on whatever drum set and African percussion he had at his ready. The bop still works its wonders what with Henderson's driving lines over competent bossa beats. Hmmm, maybe my nerves have been soothed enough by this '63 sesh. Still gonna search out some AACM to really shake me outta my frazzled nerves tho...
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Various Artists-DIE FRANKFURT SZENE CD-r burn (originally on Bear Family Records, Germany)

Here are some Cherman rarities zat vould put a smile on even Der Fuhrer's corpse had he had vun left to smile vith! I guess Frankfurt, like Hamburg, also had a swinging beat scene in the sixties and judging by these recordings it must've been a pretty hotcha one at that. Good re-dos of familiar hits along with new trackage by talent we haven't heard of before and probably never will hear about again unless we're stranded in an elevator with Mike Stax. One group that really caught me by der knockwurst...Adam und Eve Mit Hush, if only because Eve sounds strangely enough like Annisette from Savage Rose and that is really something that clears out the earwax in my oh-so-precious canals!
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THE PARASITES OF THE WESTERN WORLD CD-r burn (originally on Criminal Records)

The best thing about the Parasites is that they, like Bomis Prendin, managed to get their eletronica rock collage sound out and about before a whole lotta snoots began doin' the same thing thus reducing the entire concept of higher education experimentalism to pure moosh. The rock 'n roll drives on in that best socially correct rockist way (heavy on the primal thud, light on the pop pap goo) and the experimental tracks don't even sound like the standard musique concrete swipes that usually pop up on these! If I were a member of this act and someone would come up to me, I surely would not cringe in shame!
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Peppino De Luca e I Marc 4-ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK L'UOMO DAGLI OCCHI DI GHIACCIO CD-r burn (originally on Pegaso SRL Records, Italy)

Other'n a few exceptions like RIOT ON SUNSET STRIP, soundtrack albums don't usually do much for me because the sound is separated from the action one sees on the screen and well, something does get lost in the translation. This 'un is no exception. Lounge-y jazz intermingles with typical thriller sequence pounce which for the most part reminds me of the background music one would have heard on some locally-made television commercial circa 1975 advertising either the Saturday Night wrestling card or a new menswear shop opening at the plaza. If anything, after listening to this I was inspired to buy a new pair of slacks.
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Bob Azzam and his Orchestra-NEW SOUNDS CD-r burn (originally on Columbia Records, Sweden)

Yeesh! What a torture it is listening to this phonybaloney mid-Eastern take on Brazil '66 goop that's all popped up in a late-sixties commercial fashion. This gives me the feelin' that I'm stranded in someone's idea of a hip Cairo airport lounge right around the time of the Six Day War. Standard euroslickness oozes outta every note to the point where I kinda thought that I shoulda snuck in an insulin shot. I guess they like it real e-z goin' over there. Funny thing, the original called "The Story of My Life" woulda sounded way better if Lou and the VU did their own version which cracks me up since they did do a song with a very similar title 'n all.
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Various Artists-FUGITIVE WILLIE MENTOR STRANGE CD-r burn (Bill Shute)

A man like Bill outdoes himself alla the time, but when he outdoes the usual outdoing boy does he work a pile of WONDERS! The Willie Tyler and Lester opener sets the pace for this crazy spin which includes, besides one of those seventies rock sermons by some preacher spinnin' records backwards, a clip from Radio Iran (actually quite a nice musical experience, and we better get used to it!), some home-produced self-released neo-punk effort from an act called Fugitive Poetry, the Mentors doing some more real-deal punk, and this guy singing an entire album's worth of Olde Tymey songs accompanied by whistling and a banjo! He's kinda boring but you'll like it when he gets durty! Hope you stayed awake through all that to get to the Radio Asia clip!
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I don't think all of you reg'lar BLOG TO COMM readers have all of the issues, available or not, of BLACK TO COMM safely stashed in your abode, and if this is so I hope you are ashamed enough to rectify this situation and pick up as many of these CRUCIAL magazines as you can before I really have to shame you into doing that! Boy, was I right about you nimnuls or what!

Thursday, April 23, 2020

BOOK REVIEW! MODESTY BLAISE BY PETER O'DONNELL AND NEVILLE COLVIN (Ken Pierce Books, 1986)

I dunno, but I always thought those English comic strips were nothin' but a buncha hooey! GARTH and the whole batch of 'em! They just seemed way too sterile and well done for a kid like myself who was more in awe of Chester Gould's and Ernie Bushmiller's art and lived for comics as cathartic entertainment without the fine writing and pristine lifelessness getting in the way. Now I wouldn't mind reading those GUNSMOKE comics that were done over there as GUN LAW, especially the ones with alla the swearin' and nudity. Now that's something that would rev up the old adolescent blubberfarm suburban slob in me, but alas no collections that I know of are in circulation so it's NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC hula girl issues for now.

Dunno how I got hold of this particular MODESTY BLAISE book but lo and behold it popped up at a time when I certainly was not looking for it! But given how I've pretty much worn myself out with the likes of BEETLE BAILEY and three measly ARCHIE strip collections I figured that I might as well take a chance on it and well, it sure was better than reading PILGRIM'S PROGRESS and THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF SITZ BATHS combined and that's really sayin' somethin'!

I'm not too keen on the whys and wherefores of MODESTY BLAISE but I can tell ya that the entire "gist" of it resolves around the international spy cartel "The Network" and the same world of flashy sixties espionage that even had Kurt Russell meeting that secret council led by Alfred from BATMAN which was easily reached via Kurt's closet! As with the sixties-bred English spy genre of the past there's a whole lotta funzies to be seen here...flashy cars, grotesque characters, mindless violence and THANK GOODNESS a strong sexuality that got this 'un censored in whatever Amerigan papers would dare run it. Yeah, ya get to see Blaise's bared suckems when the opportunity arises...no "nailers" in this particular book mind ya but a nice shower scene complete with bullseyes can be espired for all you spiritual fourteen-year-old boys!

But I'm sure you high-minded comic fans are too "sophisticated" to get off on the mere sight of areola to get yer jamz...it's the excitement of reading an engrossing strip with lots of action and suspense, right? Yeah, you think that you're too sophisticated to appreciate action and adventure comics but then again, didja ever notice that many times your own folk were sittin' in on your LONE RANGER viewing gettin' even more engrossed in the proceedings than you were??? Get off your pretenses and have some fun for once, willya?

The first tale is a real doozy, with this millionairess capturing a Network operative and his teenbo daughter, chaining them up in the Sahara for some real cruel and unusual punishment since said spy sent her now-deceased better half up the river. The two slowly perish while back home Blaise, using her unusually keen sense of deduction and reasoning for a mere woman, patches a whole lot of pieces together taking speculation and working it through to get to the bottom of what really did happen. Sheesh if it were up to me I woulda let the two of 'em dehydrate!

"The Alternative Man" which, despite the title, ain't about any precocious and self-conscious eighties new wave musician, deals with this he-man type ex-Canadian Air Force guy who goes roughin' it up with Modesty on a small Caribbean island which just happens to be a stopping point for drug smugglers. The Canuck thinks he's gonna be gettin' some hotcha action and you can just feel the testosterone ready to spurt out all over, but things do change quite a bit after some friends from the DEA visit Modesty and suddenly the guy's gonads turn colder than the Bering Straits. Interesting twists in this one with a surprise ending that really will catch you off guard.

Closing out the book's "Sweet Caroline", a real chiller despite the Neil Diamond-copped title where an extortion ring led by a gal with a photographic memory named Caroline pulls a few gruesome murders in order to get the wealthy of England to fork over protection moolah. Modesty herself is witness to one of 'em which consisted of an exploding cricket ball...strange indeed, but if something like that were to have been filmed it would have come off more like an old Monty Python skit!

So eh, it's all fun reading that certainly won't warp your mind any more than it is. If you come across a copy, pick it up for a read. A better way to spend your evenings that watching Anderson Cooper paint and file his nails.

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

MOOM PITCHER REVIEW BY BILL SHUTE! BANK ALARM (1937), STARRING CONRAD NAGEL!


A while back I reviewed a 1938 film called CIPHER BUREAU, starring Leon Ames as an army intelligence officer involved in code-breaking. Two films were made in that series before Grand National Pictures went out of business in 1939, and those films were meant to follow in the footsteps of this series, featuring Conrad Nagel as federal agent Alan O’Connor. Four features with Nagel as agent O’Connor were made in 1936-37: YELLOW CARGO, NAVY SPY, THE GOLD RACKET, and the final one in the series, BANK ALARM. Series films were a staple for B-movie studios such as Monogram or Columbia or Grand National. They would get a pre-sold audience coming back to the theater for future entries, AND a series could be sold as a package to exhibitors. You can find online with a little searching vintage trade ads from poverty-row studios proudly announcing packages of films starring the likes of Jack Perrin or Kermit Maynard (Ken’s younger brother), and franchises such as The Bowery Boys or Blondie produced dozens of films over many years, continuing to bring in audiences. Grand National had a big name here in former silent star and Garbo leading man Conrad Nagel, a charismatic and affable performer who moved from big-budget films for major studios to B-programmers like this one to radio and television and even game-show hosting, working regularly in films until 1959 and remaining a public figure until his passing in 1970. He had a warmth and charm and a self-deprecating humor as well as a touch of class that served him well whatever he did, and his stage training gave him a fine speaking voice that he put to good use in his many hosting and announcing gigs over the decades. Next to James Cagney, who made two films at Grand National while on strike from Warner Brothers, and Tex Ritter, who became a western star through his series at GN, Nagel was the biggest name the studio ever had to offer, though these films were cheap programmers, from a period when former silent stars like Rod La Rocque was making “Shadow” films at Grand National, and the great Ramon Novarro was making a threadbare comedy at Republic parodying his old “Latin Lover” image from the silents. Men like these always radiated class and were the kind of troupers who always gave audiences their best, even in reduced circumstances.


It’s interesting to note that BANK ALARM shares the same director (Louis Gasnier) and producer (George Hirliman) from REEFER MADNESS (which I’ve always felt was a Grand National film in spirit), made the year before. And speaking of exploitation film greats, WHEELER OAKMAN (Escort Girl) is the heavy here, running a sleazy nightclub called KARLOTTI’S, right before he appeared in the classic SLAVES IN BONDAGE and right after he appeared in GAMBLING WITH SOULS, two of Brad Kohler’s favorite films.

This is clearly the fourth film in the series, in that no effort is put into introducing or explaining Nagel’s character, but do you REALLY need any? He’s Alan O’Connor (his name is stated for those who did not see the earlier entries in the series), federal agent, and he’s played by Conrad Nagel, movie star. What else is there to know?

There is a series of bank hold-ups and vault break-ins in moderate-sized towns across central California, and they are well-executed and seem to have inside information on the security details of the banks. Stalwart and charming Alan O’Connor, paired with his spunky and witty sidekick Bobbie (played by Eleanor Hunt, also a regular in the series), work to crack the gang’s secret. They are “assisted” by the film’s comic relief, BTC favorite VINCE BARNETT (see pic), as photographer Clarence “Bulb” Callahan, who was also in all four films. Bulb also has some kind of detective business on the side, but it matters not what his official position is, his function is as buffoon and thorn-in-the-flesh for the leads. Barnett, a veteran of silent comedy who also had his own sound comedy shorts, is a bit reminiscent of Al “Fuzzy” St. John’s roles as western sidekick in that I’d guess the script has non-specific sections where a minute or three is just given over to “Bulb” to do his thing, five or six times during the course of the film, and he takes some prop (and as a photographer with a tripod and the other equipment, there’s a potential goldmine of sight gags for Barnett to milk) and works a routine around it the way that Stan Laurel might with a piece of flypaper. In one scene near the film’s middle, where Barnett is explaining some new detective trick he’s got up his sleeve to Eleanor Hunt, the actress is clearly cracking up personally, not just in character as Bobbie the federal agent. I’d guess the crew were also in stitches over Barnett’s physical comedy. He appeared here at BTC a few months ago in the review of the 1934 TAKE THE STAND with Jack La Rue and Thelma Todd, and whatever he pops up in, he’s always welcome.

The plot complication here is that Nagel’s sister is dating some ne'er-do-well who claims to be a screenwriter but is actually part of the criminal gang working out of Wheeler Oakman’s sleazy club. So we alternate between new robberies, new investigations of past robberies, comedy sequences with Vince Barnett, scenes at the club, scenes of Nagel reporting to his superior, more comedy scenes with Vince Barnett, scenes of the sister getting caught in the phony screenwriter’s web, etc etc, leading up to a final shootout and the closing credits, exactly at the sixty-minute mark.

BANK ALARM features some attractive location photography (uncommon in Grand National’s non-Western product) on the streets of the cities maybe 30-40 miles out of Los Angeles, along with auto courts (early versions of motels) and cafes of the day. It provides an entertaining mix of action, comedy, intrigue, and the charm of Conrad Nagel, a name that should be better known today. Incidentally, Nagel was the co-star, along with Lon Chaney Sr., of the lost 1927 film LONDON AFTER MIDNIGHT, which along with the full-length version of Erich Von Stroheim’s GREED, is probably the most-desired “lost” silent film, so maybe if that is ever found, it can lead to a mini-revival of interest in Nagel. His two films with Greta Garbo are THE MYSTERIOUS LADY (1928) and THE KISS (1929), both highly recommended. BANK ALARM is in the public domain, and the circulating copy is of fine quality, just waiting for you to settle back for an hour to enjoy it!