
GWAR Announces Tribute to Late Frontman Dave Brockie
Oderus Urungus On July 1st, GWAR made a long awaited public announcement : “At 2:00 PM on Friday, August 30th, 2019, GWAR will unveil a monument to the band’s co-founder and longtime leader Dave Brockie, which will be set in Richmond, Virginia’s famed Hollywood Cemetery (412 S Cherry St, Richmond, VA). All are invited to the unveiling, and to a free party the next day, August 31st, at the GWARbar (217 W Clay St, Richmond, VA). The party will feature a performance by RAWG, the

Soundbite: The Start of a New Horror
Soundbite is the first offering from Michael Coulombe and his new Youtube Channel Horror House Media. The film itself is short, simple, and very much to the point. A young woman is in her bedroom at night preparing to go online and, presumably, do whatever it s that teen girls do on the internet. (Damn I feel old saying it like that!) She opens up her laptop and logs on to a mysterious program, an audio file complete with bizarre chanting and whispering, childlike voices. Sud

The Sounds of Horror
Music can move us in ways that nothing else can. The combinations of instrumental tones and vocalizations can literally change lives and the course of history. In horror, a film is truly only as good as its soundtrack. From the synthesizer stylings of the late Johan Johansson that have helped make Mandy a VOD classic to the impressive discography of John Carpenter, music is essential to creating the atmosphere and ambiance of a scary movie. In horror culture, music that featu

Sing Your Fears Away
Look, guys, I know it sounds cheesy but we need to bring back the horror song in some of today’s movies. They weren’t frequent, and far from being a standard, but they were always fun. Horror is a genre that’s multicolored and multifaceted. Its subgenres have subgenres. Sometimes we watch to get scared and sometimes we watch just to have a good time. Having the song is just an addition to the good time. Freddy Krueger saw a couple of them after the franchise had started to le

Just Ax Santa Claws!
Gather ‘round, boils and ghouls, it’s time to tell old Santa Claws what you want for Christmas! I quit writing letters to the North Pole years ago but I never truly let go of that spirit. No, I’m not a huge fan of the season and its mixture of rampant consumerist greed and spiritual jockeying to see whose holiday is more important, but there are plenty of pleasures to be had in the company of kith and kin. I enjoy the exuberant joy of children opening gifts and the time I get