Entries Tagged as 'Horror'

So you want to be Cash Money: Unknown Soldier

MBARARA – Now and again, I come across a piece of work so incredibly badass that I almost feel like I wrote it myself. And sometimes I basically have.

The new incarnation of Unknown Soldier is one of those works.


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Thriller – MJ

Okay, I might get MDK (murder death kill) for this one but I was popping along the interwebz and came unto this little nostalgic piece. It’s like watching a B-rated horror movie! I remember I always loved the video but thought the dance to it was not so cool. (I swore I saw some of those moves on the dance floor during a particular girlfriend’s recent b-day outing! hehe!) I do like to watch people do it these days, when they have had just a wee bit too much!

For those of you who are not old enough to remember when MJ was black and not so freakish watching this might shock you! For those of you who do remember, feast on the laughter that is the man of horror…ah, Vincent Price!

The video is of course protected so….
Click the link: Michael Jackson’s Thriller

Like I said, not enough zombies!!!

The Dead Can’t Run!

Here is an interesting article from Simon Pegg arguing for a return to traditional zombie values.  I have to say I agree with him.

The speedy zombie seems implausible to me, even within the fantastic realm it inhabits. A biological agent, I’ll buy. Some sort of super-virus? Sure, why not. But death? Death is a disability, not a superpower. It’s hard to run with a cold, let alone the most debilitating malady of them all.

More significantly, the fast zombie is bereft of poetic subtlety. As monsters from the id, zombies win out over vampires and werewolves when it comes to the title of Most Potent Metaphorical Monster. Where their pointy-toothed cousins are all about sex and bestial savagery, the zombie trumps all by personifying our deepest fear: death. Zombies are our destiny writ large. Slow and steady in their approach, weak, clumsy, often absurd, the zombie relentlessly closes in, unstoppable, intractable.
However (and herein lies the sublime artfulness of the slow zombie), their ineptitude actually makes them avoidable, at least for a while. If you’re careful, if you keep your wits about you, you can stave them off, even outstrip them – much as we strive to outstrip death. Drink less, cut out red meat, exercise, practice safe sex; these are our shotguns, our cricket bats, our farmhouses, our shopping malls. However, none of these things fully insulates us from the creeping dread that something so witless, so elemental may yet catch us unawares – the drunk driver, the cancer sleeping in the double helix, the legless ghoul dragging itself through the darkness towards our ankles.

What ever Hollywood tycoon thought Zombie 2.0 was a good idea needs to get out of the business.  Not everything needs to get upgraded, death is elemental is does not need to be improved on.

The Guardian

David Wellington – Zombie Master

One of my new leisure activities has been reading the serial novels of David Wellington. Normally I have a hard time reading books or long documents on my computer. I keep finding myself printing them out if they’re short enough and just reading the hard copy. Not in the case. I first heard about David Wellington from one of my favorite horror blogs, The Groovy Age of Horror. New zombie fiction, I’m instantly intrigued. So I checked out his site and was instantly impressed. Not only does he have most of his novels online, but they are published as well for all those pulp fans out there. I was also impressed with the number of interviews he has done, he’s got quite a fan base. How am I just hearing about this? After reading his credentials and a couple interviews I decided to start reading Monster Island, which is the first in a trilogy.

I thought maybe, just maybe they were alright, maybe they’d run to Liberty Island for refuge and been safe there and were just waiting for us, waiting for rescue but then I smelled them and I knew. I knew they weren’t alright at all. Give me your tired, your poor, your wretched refuse, my brain repeated over and over, a mantra. I was butchering Emma Lazarus but I couldn’t stop, my brain wouldn’t stop. Give me your huddled masses. Huddled masses yearning to breathe. “Osman! Turn away!”

One of them toppled over the side of the railing, maybe pushed by the straining crowd behind. A woman in a bright red windbreaker, her hair a matted lump on one side of her head. She tried desperately to dog-paddle toward the trawler but she was hindered by the fact that she kept reaching up, reaching up one bluish hand to try to grab at us. She wanted us so badly.
Wanted to reach us, to touch us.

What an opener, I was instantly sucked in.  I had to read more. In case you haven’t guessed it starts out with a boat full of people coming to Manhattan from over seas in hopes for a better (zombie-free) life. This book is then followed by Monster Nation and Monster Planet, where the zombies the stronger and more fantastic. I can’t wait to get a copy of these books.

Messer Chups: Night of Open Coffins

Messer Chups St. Petersburg’s finest in Russian-Horror-Surf-Psycho-Lounge offers a choose-your-own-adventure of the macabre. Oleg Gitarkin (guitars) & Zombie Girl (bass) offer the finest in retro-camp and they will be appearing in NYC February, 27 2008 at
DROM – 85 Ave. A, at E.6St. NYC, NYC, New York. If you’re in the area this is not to be missed.

They offer more videos on their Youtube page, it’s worth checking out. I had a really hard time deciding which video to feature.