Told ya we'd post a bunch of stuff to whet your appetite today. Okay so since they keep firing all the chicks that ply me with free booze at our HQ/favorite watering hole... leaving me with nobody to flirt aimlessly with, me and whiskey slinger Matt over at Savalas have bonded over our love of the trashiest most low-brow disgusting (and sometimes previously banned) B, C and D films known to man (and we're slowly dragging Midnight Masses guitarist Eric into the fold). The 70s and 80s were awash with low-budget films either exploiting or reacting in sheer confusion (or both) to social changes clashing against traditional norms....and the silver screens all tarnished.
I was one of those kids permanently scarred (and probably a bit perverted) by Skinamax, Commander USA's Groovy Movies, and a mom who was more than happy to get me out of the house by letting me see trash like Day of the Dead and Demons 2 in the theater. I remember thinking I had gotten away with murder when I rented a copy of Gore Gore Girls when I was all but 12....
My cult film influences run really deep and samples from my stash are found on every record we've ever done (I can hear the lawyers now...I'm too slick chump you won't peep the sample) Hell the un-released but sometimes performed No Surrender tune Black Emanuelle was an homage to the Laura Gemser films of the same name (and a thinly veiled way of writing a song about this Kiwi/Aussie chick I fell hard for a few years back).
Speaking of Laura Gemser, Severin Films who released a lot of the Black Emanuelle movies on DVD have done it again....they have released THE smut legend...the film your mom never heard of and wishes you hadn't either...the film that will probably make you want to take three showers after viewing...the film your drunken dad just might sit and watch with ya until he shoots you a disgusted look and walks out of the room....The Sinful Dwarf. Really ain't much else to say about that. Its called The Sinful Dwarf, what you need a description? There is nothing dignified about th is slice of celluloid mayhem. Just a red-headed step-child creeping out of the film closet to flaunt its blushing bad taste and good fun...
'Phim...yup him
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