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Welcome back to Part 2 of our Halloween inspired “Songs from the Crypt,” playlist, though I think these songs are winners any day of the year. We’ll kick things off with a semi mainstream number and let things get weirder from there. THIS ARTICLE CAN ALSO BE SEEN ON HORRORNEWS.NET.

Zevon’s “Werewolves of London,” is a mainstay of Halloween playlists and drunken sporting events, but for my money the title track of his second album represents ‘Mr. Bad Example’ at his ghoulish pinnacle. It’s a bouncy, piano driven track that suddenly screeches one hundred and eighty degrees into utter darkness for its final verse—that’s when the titular character leaps from mischief to sexual assault and murder. He dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones—a brilliant song with lyrics awash in Heartbreak Motor Oil and Bombay Gin. That’s a line from the Zevon runner up, “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead, from his eponymous debut album, (not to be confused with Bon Jovi’s pop track).

What you gasp? How can Dolly Parton, that smiling, national treasure, who distributes books to children be on this list? Well, those of you who aren’t hardcore country aficionados probably don’t know about Ms. Parton’s Appalachian goth period. Inspired by the ‘Murder Ballads’ sung in her Tennessee mountain home young Dolly spun some truly dark social justice tales. Unwed mothers leapt to their deaths (The Bridge), outspoken wives were dragged to mental hospitals by their angry husbands (Daddy Come and Get Me), and babies were burned alive while their drunken parents whooped it up (The Party). In “Evening Shade,” the abused children trapped in a reformatory take their revenge by burning the place down, with their sadistic matron locked inside! Now that it’s all over and the sun is going down. There’s no Evening Shade, cause we burned it to the ground. Evening Shade was burning, just like the hell it was. Truly haunting stuff from a master songwriter who could be the diva of darkness when she put her mind to it.

“Don’t Fear the Reaper” rests atop every horror rock playlist and has been hailed as a classic by no less than Stephen King and Halloween director John Carpenter. But there’s more to BOC than that FM staple. Prior to “Reaper’s” ascent to Billboard heaven the band cut three overlooked, but brilliant proto-metal, semi-prog albums. “Astronomy” is the haunting closing track from their third LP, Secret Treaties. From its sweeping grand piano intro, to its roaring guitar and organ crescendo, Astronomy stands as the group’s sonic masterpiece. The clock strikes twelve and moon drops burst out at you from their hiding place. Like acid and oil on a madman’s face his vision tends to fly away. The arcane lyrics are actually selections from producer Sandy Pearlman’s cryptic Imaginos poems, so read into them what you will. Blue Oyster Cult’s sinister second bests include “Transmaniacon MC”, from their self-titled debut album, “Wings Wetted Down” from Tyranny and Mutation or the silent movie put to song, “Nosferatu” from Spectres.

During this song’s two minute spoken intro, Frank Zappa sagely explains, “Cheapness, in the case of a monster movie, has nothing to do with the budget of the film, although it helps.” This 1974 live track is his love letter to B-Horror movies in general, and Roger Corman’s It Conquered the World, in particular. The lyrics tell the tale of a giant alien poodle from planet ‘Frunobulax,’ terrorizing the 1950’s populace. On top of its copious monster movie references the seven-minute track features great vibes playing from Ruth Underwood along with stellar work from the legendary, but ever revolving, Mothers of Invention. Frank Zappa’s monstrous runner up tracks include Over-Nite Sensation’s “I Am the Slime and “The Torture Never Stops from 1976’s Zoot Allures.

And here’s a pair of instrumentals with a creepy retro vibe…

This Kurt Weil-esque track is the overture to a concept album exploring alien abductions, government conspiracies and general paranoia. Amazingly, this record predated the similarly themed X-Files by over a decade. The alien invasion concept was first introduced in my runner up Stranglers song “MeninBlack” from The Raven. “Waltz” resurrects that tune’s giggling aliens who chillingly refer to mankind as, healthy livestock so we can eat. Clearly this is no interstellar social call!

Trouser Press proclaimed this New England combo, “The band that poured the first shot in the cocktail revolution.” They were indeed the forerunners of a short lived, kitschy lounge music revival, that inspired the 1996 film Swingers. But Combustible Edison took their lounge music roots seriously, creating tracks that would have done their idols like Martin Denny and Les Baxter proud. 1994’s instrumental “Carnival of Souls,” perfectly captures the essence of a late-night horror flick, enhanced by Liz Cox’s ethereal background vocals. If you want to have some fun, play this track over the opening credits to Reanimator—It fits like a hand in a surgical glove.

And finally, here’s a bit of spoken word, beat poetry, guaranteed to turn your mood all Halloween orange and chimney red….

He hung up his wild years on a nail he drove through his wife’s forehead. Thus begins Waits’ saga of a depressed man ‘selling used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road.’ This ditty is by turns haunting, funny and creepy… and that’s pretty amazing considering it’s under two minutes long! I suggest popping open a Mickey’s Big Mouth and whistling along to Waits’ breezy Hammond Organ accompaniment. For more terrifying-Tom-tunes check out… oh hell, anything from this album onward.

Those are my contributions to your Halloween playlist. And if you need a break from scarfing chocolates and ogling naughty nurses, check out my horror novel Primeval Waters, from Severed Press. Readers’ Favorite Magazine just gave it five stars, stating, “William Burke delivers the whole horror package with Primeval Waters.”


Halloween always means tons of candy, horror movie marathons, naughty nurse costumes, and, of course, holiday song lists. These “horror rock” rundowns usually put “Don’t Fear the Reaper” and “Pet Semetary” near the top, alongside a parade of Black Sabbath, Alice Cooper and Rob Zombie tunes. But, to shake things up, I’ve hit the vinyl boneyard to unearth a few less touted, but equally carnivorous ear worms. Some are loving homages to the horror genre, while others are dark tales set to music, and one of them is, well, just plain disturbing. I’ve intentionally left off any artists who made horror their stock and trade, as they’ve already achieved brand awareness.

The Doors debut album finale, “The End” is considered the band’s macabre magnum opus. But for this list I’ve opted for this gem from their third album, Waiting for the Sun. The band’s first two albums had nearly exhausted Jim Morrison’s poetry notebooks, leaving the band with little to draw on for number three. Among the unused material was an eighteen-minute poem entitled “Celebration of the Lizard.” But, due in part to the Lizard King’s prodigious drinking, every attempt to lay it down as the album’s B-side failed. As a compromise one section of the poem became “Not to Touch the Earth.” Morrison’s lyrics are enhanced by nimble interplay between guitarist Robby Krieger and keyboardist Ray Manzarek who adds a cathedral worthy organ closer. Some outlaws live by the side of the lake, the minister’s daughter’s in love with the snake—the song packs plenty of surreal nightmares into its three-minute run time. I’d crown the same album’s “My Wild Love,” as Miss Runner Up. You can hear the full version of “Celebration of the Lizard,” on the band’s Absolutely Live album.


The Dictators debut album, “Go Girl Crazy,” was a critical success and a commercial disaster, leading Epic Records to drop them. Their new label, Asylum pressured these proto punk palookas into sounding at least slightly mainstream. While the end result only earns a B+ on the “Tators” scale, this ode to late-night monster flicks is spot on. In a world gone haywire. Radiation only added fuel to the fire! Vocalist ‘Handsome’ Dick Manitoba snarls Andy Shernoff’s witty lyrics, backed by searing licks from guitarists Ross the Boss and Top Ten. If you want to hear the “Tators” in their unbridled, almost live form check out their third album, Blood Brothers; a blistering LP that confirmed they were too sarcastic for most metal fans to embrace.

This EP was produced in Memphis by rock and roll eccentric Alex Chilton, and, with a mere five tracks, a new genre, christened psychobilly was born! Human Fly became a college radio staple and the centerpiece of their live shows. Lux Interior’s pleading vocals perfectly mesh with “Poison” Ivy Rorschach’s grinding guitar. Her Bill Lewis model six string sounds like its amp has been blasted with a shotgun. I’m an unzipped fly and I don’t know why, I got ninety-six tears and ninety-six eyes —lyrical gold! Lux and Ivy spent the next three decades cutting records and playing gigs, without ever compromising in their promise to stay sick and stay together. They’d been married thirty-seven years when Lux passed away in 2009. How many so called “normal” folks can make that claim? Some creepy Cramps runners up include Psychedelic Jungle’s, “Goo Goo Muck,” along with their rendition of the High Five’s 1956 classic, “Green Door.”


Dave Edmunds and his Rockpile bandmate Nick Lowe were kind of the Scorsese and DeNiro of seventies pop rock. This tune, penned by guitarist Billy Bremner, is about the titular creature, though his courtship rituals sound closer to those horny monsters in Humanoids From the Deep. The unsuspecting maiden will be clutched from where she sleeps. And taken to a home down under the water, and that’s for keeps. It would be pretty grim stuff, were it not for Dave Edmunds thinking man’s bubble gum music style. Creature is a quirky addition to an album chock full of winners like Elvis Costello’s “Girls Talk,” “Crawling From the Wreckage,” and “Queen of Hearts.”

With their short running times, minimal cords and barely chorus-length verses the Ramones personified brilliance in brevity. This Johnny and Dee Dee penned horror movie homage is so on the money that it should have been recorded in a Times Square grindhouse theater. Mama, where’s your little daughter? She’s here, right here on the altar. You don’t know what I could do with this axe. Chop off your head, so you better relax! Oops, that was actually the whole song. My runner up is “Chainsaw,” from their debut album.


Remember how I mentioned a disturbing piece of music? Well, here it is! In the early seventies, Manhattan’s Mercer Arts Center became an incubator for iconoclastic acts like the New York Dolls. Those performances inspired Mercer regulars Martin Rev and Alan Vega to form the electronic duo, Suicide. Armed with only a Farfisa Organ, a primitive drum machine and Vega’s tortured vocals they devoted themselves to challenging, and enraging audiences. One of their performances even devolved into a full-on riot. Frankie’s lying in hell. We’re all Frankies. We’re all lying in hell. Well, let’s hear it for Frankie—This emotionally wrenching ten-minute track chronicles a depressed man’s descent into hell. Be warned, If you’re struggling with mental illness or suicidal thoughts do not listen to this song! Vega’s tortures of the damned screams, combined with Rev’s droning keyboards can induce severe reactions. Devoted Suicide fan Bruce Springsteen emulated Vega’s howling on Nebraska’s, State Trooper, but it’s nowhere near as gut wrenching. “Frankie Teardrop even inspired the disturbing 1986 film, Combat Shock—just so you know what you’re in for.

On that discordant note I’ll close the lid on Part 1. But don’t miss Part 2 where we’ll dig up some more goodies from the vinyl graveyard, including instrumentals, some spoken word poetry and even a dark foray from America’s most beloved songstress.


And, if you’re tired of thumbing through that dogeared copy of your favorite Stephen King book check out my horror novel “Primeval Waters,” which Diane Donovan of the Midwest Book Review praised as, “Horror/thriller adventure writing at its best.” It’s available on Amazon from Severed Press.


SYNOPSIS: During the Tang Dynasty, an army deserter is saved from vampires by a mysterious swordsman, only to be enlisted in his hunt for the Blood Devil. They are aided by a whirlwind of celestial spirits and master swordsmen… OR, in the other version, a modern Hong Kong student, studying in England finds himself whisked back to ancient times, where he joins a cavalcade of master swordsmen and spirits to battle the world destroying blood monster.

Zu, Time Warriors is a re-edit of Zu, Warriors from the Magic Mountain, adding a forgettable modern prologue, while eliminating a great battle scene. Both are entertaining, though Magic Mountain is the more rewarding version.

During the early 90’s North America saw an influx of Hong Kong’s new wave of cinema. For film buffs who’d primarily known Hong Kong for its martial arts films this was a revelation. Discovering directors like John Woo and Ringo Lam added a glittering new jewel to our cinema geek crowns. My first exposure to the Hong Kong new wave was a Nuart Theater screening of A Chinese Ghost Story (1987), followed by a double bill of John Woo’s heroic bloodshed epic A Better Tomorrow (1986) and his even more bombastic sequel. The experience led me to scour up as many fourth generation VHS tapes as I could afford, devouring films like Lam’s City on Fire (1987) and Woo’s The Killer (1989). Among them was Tsui Hark’s 1986 historical action comedy, Peking Opera Blues, which became a personal favorite. Stylish and over the top barely described these alternate universe, totally non-Hollywood films.

John Woo became the poster boy for Hong Kong’s poetic excess. But his occasional producer, Tsui Hark, was often villainized for his hands-on approach, which some likened to a creative stranglehold. But Hark, who (fun fact) is actually Vietnamese, is a genuine talent that helped revolutionize Hong Kong cinema.

As a producer, Hark showed a gift for generating new genres or reinventing old ones. The success of A Better Tomorrow launched a tidal wave of Triad action films, while A Chinese Ghost Story spawned multiple sequels and dozens of imitators.

Hark took the director’s chair for 1983’s Zu: Warriors from the Magic Mountain. It was a risky choice as Zu falls into the wuxia fantasy film realm—a genre that had fallen out of favor. But Hark combined hyper camerawork, comic book color and frenzied editing, cranking them all up to eleven to create a unique film that enthralled Asian audiences.

Let me say two things right off. First, Zu (in either version) doesn’t make a whole lotta sense. Second, who cares! This film takes the term over the top to a gleeful extreme, combining martial arts, swordplay, ghosts, demons and romance. If Hark had thrown in some cross dressing he’d have hit every note in Hong Kong cinema’s cultural symphony. This isn’t a poetic wuxia film like 1993’s highly recommended Bride with the White Hair. Zu is just plain bonkers in the best way possible

Hark incorporates every special effect in the American Cinematographer’s Manual, including miniatures, foreground miniatures, reverse shots, slow motion, fast motion, diopters and wire work, while conjuring up a few new tricks. But, in 1983, Hong Kong still wasn’t able to handle high end compositing and matte shots. Fortunately, Hark’s frenzied, yet rhythmic, editing style never allows you to focus on any one shot long enough to pass judgement. You just sit back and let the chaotic fun wash over you.

The cast is great, with Yuen Biao (Iceman Cometh, 1989) as the heroic lead, along with future HK stars Sammo Hung and the beautiful Brigitte Lin as the Ice Queen. Interestingly, Lin went on to play the titular Bride with the White Hair.

The production design and cinematography are gorgeous, spotlighting just how far Hong Kong’s film industry had progressed in the ten years since 1973’s Enter the Dragon. That classic film had to make due with a single imported Panavision lens.

So, why isn’t Zu at the top of every film aficionados list of beloved Hong Kong films? Sadly, this epic was initially cursed with terrible VHS releases, reducing its saturated, comic book palate into smeared garbage. Its original English subtitles were borderline gibberish, rendering the plot incomprehensible—a fate many Hong Kong films suffered. This stemmed from English subtitles being a legal mandate foisted on Hong Kong filmmakers by the governing British. HK producers saw little value in these legally required subtitles, knowing that the American market would dub their films anyway. As a result, they were knocked off cheaply, with plenty of misspellings and local English phrases. But the Hong Kong new wave films weren’t dubbed for North America, so those nonsensical subtitles stayed. Some of my favorite terms were, “Give me face,” for showing respect and “crowdy” for anyplace crowded.

Thankfully, new releases of Zu have more accurate subtitling, allowing English speaking viewers to catch some of its subtle cultural elements. But, for your first viewing, I recommend turning on the English language track. I’m not being a cretin here, it’s merely that Zu’s Benzedrine fueled pace doesn’t allow time for reading.

Overall, Zu is a highly recommended piece of Hong Kong nostalgia. It’s the sword fighting, ghost battling, flying hero, equivalent of Evil Dead 2, and that’s a very good thing. Zu is also perfect with the audio turned off, accompanied by the soundtrack and edibles of your choice.

And if you’re looking for some action-packed monster mayhem, check out my new book Primeval Waters, from Severed Press. It’s an Amazon River hell cruise teeming with prehistoric monsters, modern pirates and ageless mysticism… and cannibals too! It is, of course, available on Amazon in paperback or Kindle.



Gerry Anderson’s, Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons (1967-1968) holds two distinctions. Firstly, it contains some of the most dazzling miniatures and special effects created for television. But it’s also one of the most violent shows to be broadcast before cable loosened the reins of censorship. Oh, did I mention Captain Scarlet was a puppet show for children? It’s a genuinely fascinating oddity.

Captain Scarlet’s central concept was engineered for maximum carnage. In the year 2068 humanity sends its first manned mission to mars. The astronauts encounter the red planet’s disembodied inhabitants, the Mysterons. But the interplanetary meet-n-greet turns into a violent confrontation, leaving Earth embroiled in a war of nerves with the invisible invaders. Humanity’s first line of defense is a hybrid military/police organization known as Spectrum. This may sound like a kid friendly Power Rangers type of show, but we’re talking about the 1960’s, so things got dark very fast.

To survive on Earth the disembodied Mysterons must kill humans, then replicate them ala Invasion of the Body Snatchers. These murders are committed in the most devious ways imaginable, like crushing people in hydraulic lifts or incinerating them. Once duplicated, these Mysteron meat puppets slaughter even more innocents to accomplish their mission. It falls on Spectrum agent, Captain Scarlet, to kill the evil duplicates. Why is Captain Scarlet so qualified? Because he’s the only human that’s been duplicated and survived, embodying him with the power to die and regenerate. That means even the show’s hero dies on a weekly basis, before pulling a messiah style resurrection.

Every episode was a whirlwind of flaming car wrecks, aircraft crashes, exploding buildings and gun battles. If the writers were feeling whimsical, they might toss some spearguns and suicide bombers into the murderous mix. The pilot episode forged the template, packing all of the above into one thirty-minute thrill ride. FYI, that suicide bomber didn’t blow up off camera—it was a full-on Scanners style human firecracker! In a later episode entitled “Avalanche” a Mysteron agent casually asphyxiates three hundred people! Not to be outdone, the memorable, “Attack on Cloud Base” kills off all the show’s major characters, including the titular hero… before revealing that it was all a dream.

Here’s a loving YouTube compilation of Scarlet’s mayhem, including the infamous human bomb scene.

When I first saw Captain Scarlet, I thought I was dreaming, because only my twisted children’s imagination could’ve concocted such non-stop mayhem. In addition to Scarlet’s 007 worthy body count, it was also chock full of spaceships, fighter jets and futuristic vehicles. The show’s dark, brooding atmosphere perfectly synched up with my monster kid mentality. In short, it was boy-child heaven.

So how did this Sam Peckinpah goes to puppet land series get made? And who in their right mind would serve it up to children? Captain Scarlet was the brainchild of legendary “Supermarionation” producer Gerry Anderson. His previous series, The Thunderbirds (1965-1967) had honed his production team’s skills in creating miniature models and pyrotechnic effects. But Thunderbirds was upbeat and comedic, with loveable characters like Lady Penelope and her cockney chauffeur Parker.


Captain Scarlet was a dark, pessimistic affair, right from its violent, film noir opening down to its pyrotechnic finales. Anderson assumed that Thunderbirds fans had grown a few years older and were therefore ready for more serious fare. He was right, except those more mature fans usually graduated to live action shows. Despite its being a show constantly in search of an audience Scarlet managed to last two delirious seasons, spawning comic books, newspaper cartoons and a dizzying array of toys. After Scarlet’s cancellation Gerry Anderson borrowed some of its core concepts for his paranoic live action series UFO (1970). In that show alien invaders crossed the galaxy to harvest our organs. Man, Gerry Anderson sure liked things dark.

Aside from its violence, Captain Scarlet was surprisingly progressive. Its cast of puppet characters was more integrated than Star Trek, which, a year earlier, had stretched racial and gender boundaries. Scarlet even featured a group of ethnically diverse female jet pilots—all combat aces, ready, willing, and able to blast the hell out of anything. This was pretty iconoclastic during the chauvinistic sixties. In another radical concept, the war between Earth and the Mysterons was entirely humanity’s fault, brought on by trigger-happy xenophobia. In another moral gray area, the good guys sometimes lost, often through their own ignorance or arrogance.

These elements were all part of Gerry Anderson’s genius. While most producers of children’s television condescended to their youthful audience, Anderson offered them a truncated movie experience, packed with all the dramatic elements of adult fare. While the storylines were streamlined to accommodate kids, they were never dumbed down. As a child I genuinely appreciated this.

Visually, Captain Scarlet is stunning, with fantastically detailed miniature sets created by Derek Meddings, who went on to win an Oscar for Superman (1978) as well as working on a plethora of Bond films. His artistry wasn’t limited to futuristic vehicles and spaceships. In the episode “Inferno” his team crafted an Aztec temple worthy of an Indiana Jones film—only to blow it up in the finale. That was the other great thing about Captain Scarlet—everything got blown up, people included!

Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons is well worth viewing for its sheer entertainment value as well as its being a cultural time capsule. In its restored version viewers can finally appreciate special effects ace Derek Meddings’s amazing attention to detail—It’s the toy box you always dreamed of. You can find it on Blu Ray or watch episodes on Shout Factory TV.

And, when you’re not feasting on puppet carnage you should check out my new novel PRIMEVAL WATERS from Severed Press—it’s an Amazon River hell cruise, teeming with prehistoric nightmares, modern pirates, ancient aliens, and ageless mysticism, and there’s enough mayhem to make Gerry Anderson smile. You can find it on Amazon.



My latest novel Scorpius Rex is the tale of a squad of private military contractors locked in a battle for survival against giant prehistoric scorpions. One of my favorite characters is Hansie Beeker, an aging Afrikaner mercenary. He was inspired by an article about South African apartheid-era troops turned soldiers of fortune who, despite being well into their sixties, are still fighting around the globe. So, in his honor, I thought it would be fun to give a little background on history’s most testosterone-drenched occupation. Continue reading


My latest novel SCORPIUS REX is packed with rampaging nine-foot prehistoric scorpions. But these voracious monsters aren’t something I plucked from my imagination. A few million years ago, they were alive and kicking—part of nature’s pantheon of horrifying prehistoric creatures. These monsters make dinosaurs look like kittens in comparison. So, here’s a rundown of my personal favorites, with something for every phobia.

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I’ve never pretended to be a perfect person, nor have I tried to hide my slightly tarnished past. In fact, I think it’s made me more interesting, and a bit less judgmental. During the first decade of the 2000’s I produced a plethora of Playboy and ‘Skinimax’ films along with some racy television shows. I was never involved with hardcore pornography, but, along the way I did meet people like Cecil Howard and Howard Ziehm who’d been part of a period from 1970 thru 1984 that some nostalgically call, “The Golden Age of Porn.” These colorful characters shared tales from that outlaw filmmaking period. On another occasion I met a retired first amendment attorney, who’s courtroom stories were even more entertaining.

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