CLIKATAT IKATOWI - August 29+30 1995

Recorded live at Chicago's Fireside Bowl, this is Clikatat Ikatowi's most essential album, and may be the single best document of the San Diego-Gravity Records axis that spawned such kin as Heroin and Antioch Arrow.  In fact, guitarist Scott Bartoloni left that Heroin to join Clikatat Ikatowi.  The group served as a house band of sorts for The Ché Café, along with Antioch Arrow.  The analog video aesthetic the 90s is forever trapped in has made underground punk of the time look today as grainy and outdated as Edison's vitaphone.  Gravity bands, which sounded like total noise to most people anyway, have emerged on YouTube (here, here, here) as pure white cacophony within the meager limitations of built-in camera mics..  Here the recording is surprisingly balanced, though Mario Rubalcaba's (Rocket from the Crypt, Hot Snakes, Earthless) insane drumming tends to find its way front and center.  The frontman, C. Goldsby, remains obscure and has not been in any other bands as far as I know.  Director John Hughes saw Clikatat play in Chicago and loved them.  He had intentions to release their next album on his own label, but, sadly, he dropped dead walking down the street just 15 years after he had the chance. 

To the working classes...

Norma Desmond?

"No one leaves a star. That's what makes one a star."

ROBERT MITCHUM - Calypso Is Like So (1957)

"Isn't that awful? You sing your heart out and nobody... nobody ever listens."

Robert Mitchum is most popularly remembered as the Hollywood anti-hero and laconic "soul of film noir," and it was a persona he cultivated offscreen as well.  As a teen during the Great Depression, he lived the vagrant life of a rail rider, landing him in a Georgia chain gang at age 14.  He tried his hand at a number of jobs, including metal worker, prizefighter, ditch-digger, coal miner, and as a ghostwriter for Carroll Righter, "Astrologer to the Stars."  He also dabbled in community theater groups and wrote original songs and nightclub routines for his sister to perform.  Upon the birth of his first son, he tried settling down and worked as a jackhammer operator, but the stress of it caused him to temporarily go blind.  Looking for work, he began taking jobs as a movie extra. 

He developed his career in movies as a soldier and B-Western toughie for RKO Pictures.  With the success of Out of the Past (1947), he became an immediate star, but he maintained his illicit lifestyle, often walking up the Strip with a joint tucked behind each ear, despite the increased scrutiny of the press. In September of 1948, Mitchum was arrested with actress Lila Leeds in a sting operation for marijuana possession.  When asked by the booking officer what his occupation was, Mitchum said "former actor."  He assumed his career was over with. Mitchum's defiant attitude at his sentencing (seen right) has been cited by Lester Bangs as an early progenitor of punk rock ethos.

Instead of being ruined, Mitchum was released from jail to box office success.  His conviction was eventually overturned due to probable criminality on the part of law enforcement.  Leeds' career never recovered, limited to the autobiographical reefer exploitation film She Shoulda Said No! (1949). Mitchum had long been loosy-goosy by the time he signed on to John Huston's Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison (1957).  Huston and Mitchum spent a lot of man-time together on location in Trindad & Tobago.  During the film's production, Mitchum fell in love with Calypso music.  An excellent mimic, he made every effort to absorb the Trinidadian cadence and dialect.  Harry Belafonte had just released his own Calypso (1957) album, and eager to capitalize on a possible craze, Capital asked Mitchum to record his favorite Calypso standards as well as some compositions of his own. 

The result is a novelty record infinitely more interesting than anything Belafonte ever recorded.  If Mitchum's faux-Trinidadian accent seems a curious counter-distinction to his more serious persona, his approach to the material is anything but kitsch.  The banjo in "I Learn A Merengue, Mama" and the production in "Mama Looka Boo Boo" are examples of unusual arrangements in what makes for a surprisingly solid album.

Calypso Is Like So (1957)

MORE MITCHUM

When he appeared on "What's My Line" in 1965, nobody seemed aware that he was even a singer.  "I had made a couple of records," Mitchum said.  An incredulous woman asks, "Singing records?"

 Mitchum later released a compilation of songs called That Man, Robert Mitchum Sings (1967).

ግልጽ ያልሆነ ጉድጓድ: Yeshimebet Dubale

 

There is a cornucopia of great Ethiopian pop on YouTube, which I'll be posting more of in the future.  I stumbled across Yeshimebet Dubale a while back and have been in love ever since.  She has the most incredible voice.  These videos are, unfortunately, all of I've been able to track down of her music.  Anyone out there who knows where her stuff can be found, I'd greatly appreciate you breaking me off some information. 

World of Mirth

VA - House of Broken Hearts Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 (Mississippi Records Cassette Series)

House of Broken Hearts Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 are the first two cassettes released by Mississippi Records' ongoing and ever-engaging Cassette Series.  The label has been the source of a variety of old America, international, and punk music pressed cheaply on vinyl with album sleeves often printed on the back of leftover sleeves from other albums.  Critics of the label point to dubious licensing practices, but bootleg labels are nothing new.  Their motto is "Always - Love Over Gold" and there's no question that their meticulously culled compilations and hand-made cassettes have turned on a lot of folks to music they may not have sought out themselves.

House of Broken Hearts is a collection of "Early R&B, Doo Wop, Rockabilly & Instrumentals" which has a collectively strange and wonderful quality.  I've separated the tapes into individual tracks.  Be sure to read the liner notes from Pt. 2 to learn interesting tidbits like Charlie Feathers was an illiterate and Bo Diddley was top of his Black Studies college class.  

"Themes explored include-- The wind as a symbol of longing & loss, death, & moving on to a better day in the bye & bye."

HOUSE OF BROKEN HEARTS PT 1 (MRC-001)

HOUSE OF BROKEN HEARTS PT. 2 (MRC-002)

(Check in the Comments Section for legibly printed tracklists)

Possible Worlds: The Codex Seraphinianus

The Codex Seraphinianus is kind of like a textbook for a universe parallel to our own. Luigi Serafini, an Italian designer and architect, finished writing and illustrating the book in 1978. Strange diagrams and pictures accompany florid and incomprehensible text, which defied linguists and cryptographers for decades.

The book's overall feel is like that of a child reading books intended for adults.  It seems clear that the pictures and words have a consistency in meaning, but what that meaning might be is still lost on the reader.  The book was extremely rare for some time, costing anywhere between $200 and $400.  Library copies were very often stolen.  In 2006, a relatively affordable copy was produced and the Codex Seraphinianus was widely examined for the first time.

What seems clear is that Serafini was deeply influenced by the Voynich Manuscript.  The Voynich Manuscript is believed to have been written some time in the 1400s or 1500s and it too was written in a mysterious language and accompanied by strange diagrams and pictures.  It too seems to be an encyclopedia for an unknown world.  The most skillful cryptographers and statistical analysts in the world--from mathematicians to the CIA codecrackers--have worked to determine the manuscript's cipher with no success.  The smooth ductus of the writer's pen and the indentation of letters suggest the writer knew what he was writing.  Closer analysis reveals patterns in the words like that of a natural language.  It is theorized that the great court mystic, Roger Bacon, is somehow behind the Voynich Manuscript.  Though we don't know if he was the actual writer, he almost certainly had the manuscript in his possession for much of his adult life. 

Serafini's language, on the other had, appears to share certain traits with automatic writing.  Though the system seems undoubtedly complex, its lack of a coherent cipher, in this case, suggests that the letters were chosen at random.  Divided into eleven chapters, the Codex Seraphinianus illuminates subjects ranging from the biology of wonderous creatures to bizarre social practices and complex machines used by a variety of different humanoid races.

Serafini never put a great deal of effort into hiding his authorship of the Codex Seraphinianus. The surreal and often humorous depictions of natural and social dynamics seem intended to poke fun at absurd aspects of human social convention. Its bizarre illustrations have such a strange resonance with our own world. It reminds me of what fellow Surrealist Luis Buñuel once said when asked why he chose to make films: "To show we do not live in the best of all possible worlds."

Look at the entire Codex Seraphinianus online here.

Or download the book in PDF format here.

OTHER THINGS

• Serafini wrote another book called the Pulcinellopedia Piccola in 1983. I have never successfully found a copy of this book, but from the pictures I've seen, it doesn't seem nearly as interesting as the Codex Seraphinianus. Kind of looks like a crudely drawn black & white Mardi Gras comic book.

• More information on the Voynich Manuscript here.


• Look at the entire Voynich Manuscript here.



VA - Eastern Standard Time (2009)

One of the guys from Notwist compiled this collection of 60s and 70s Eastern-styled instrumentals from the likes of Egypt, Pakistan, India, Turkey, Japan, and Lebanon.  Highlights include "Dance of the Rice-Tresher" and the surfy "Aa Jane Jaan."  The most recognizable name here would be Egypt's Omar Khorshid, who's Magic Guitar has already opened a lot of Western minds.  Like the Waking up Scheherazade compilation from a few years ago, these songs seem to have been made with Western ears in mind.  Most songs are in the novelty or exotica vein, but they're all deep cuts with a real psych vibe throughout.  As one would expect from the Notwist affiliation, this compilation has some pretty unbelievable breaks. And for anyone who's heard the Sound of Wonder! compilation of Pakistani "Lollywood" songs, you might notice Shabaz Qualander's "Fore Thoughts" has the same melody as the opening title track.  I've found similarly lifted melodies in a lot of Eastern music. Traditional melodies from the Middle East get swapped with Southeast Asian ones, and everyone steals Western pop hooks.  But the songs never sound the same, even when it's a cover.  Many times the melody gets warped at the service of the new song.  It can be a weird and jarring experience.  Like a dialogue between worlds.

TRACKLIST:
A1 - Layale Bourg El Hamam - Azef El Leyl
A2 - Mohamed Abdel Wahab - Sahara City
A3 - Baligh Hamdy - Gada
A4 - The Sheiks Men - The Belly Dancer
A5 - The Leon-Symphoniette - Dance Of The Rice-Tresher
A6 - Fore Thoughts - Shabaz Qualander
A7 - Terauchi Takeshi + His Blue Jeans - Edo Komoriuta
A8 - Sohail Rana - Saat Maatray
B1 - Faiza Ahmed - Nootet Al Daaf
B2 - Baligh Hamdi - Raks El Asie
B3 - Omar Khorshid - Guitar El Chark
B4 - Little Egypt - Snake Charmer's Delight
B5 - Les Mogol - Madimak
B6 - Naushad - Dream Ride
B7 - S. Hazarasingh - Aa Jane Jaan
B8 - Charanjit Singh - Jaaneman Jaaneman

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Solitairy Confinement

AS MERCENARIAS - Cade As Armas? + Demo (1986/1982)

As Mercenárias were an all-female post-punk band from São Paulo, Brazil.  In their first two years as a band, Sandra Coutinho (bass/ backing vocals), Rosália Munhoz (lead vocals), and Ana Machado (guitar/backing vocals) were backed by IRA!'s guitarist Edgard Scandurra on the drums (seen above).  They recorded their demo with him and you can see him playing in the first video below.  Lou, one of the band's greatest fans, eventually joined the group, her biggest asset being that she owned a drum kit.  From then on, As Mercenárias were an all-female group.  They recorded their debut, Cade As Armas?, in 1985.  Clocking in at under 20 minutes, Cade As Armas? is funky, aggressive, shouty, and completely infectious; and surprisingly sophisticated considering few of the songs last longer than a minute and half.  On Trashland (1988), As Mercenárias further explored their unique take on post-punk with more sonic ambition.  The songs are longer and more textured, but it's uneven compared to Cade As Armas?  If you like Gang of Four, The Slits, Liquid Liquid, or Essential Logic, you'll like this even more.  Highly recommended!

As Mercenárias

Muscular Dementia

Get Fisq or Die Tryin': 50 Cent in the Middle East

No doubt, the Fatwa's "got the rap game in a chokehold."  The crackdown on Hip-Hop, particularly in the Middle East and North Africa, has pushed the rap community underground or overseas.  CDs are traded under pseudonyms and via anonymous online communities.  By virtue of censorship and the subversive nature of microphones, rappers in the Islamic world have inadvertently become voices for democracy and reform.   

But why do the kids-- especially in Syria, Iran, and Iraq-- love 50 Cent's "In Da Club" so much?

Iraqi kids don't give a fuck it's not your birthday:

One of the most popular rap groups in the Middle East right now is Zedbazi.  Listen to their song "Mehmooni," a Farsi version of "In Da Club"-- that is, if you into getting rubbed.

Or download the track here:  Zedbazi - Mehmooni

Y'all can't keep Fiffy out of Babylon:

2009 - Year In Music

In no real order, here are 25 bands I damaged my hearing to in this year, 2009:



HEALTH ● Get Color

MI AMI ● Watersports

INTELLIGENCE ● Crepuscle with Pacman + Fake Surfers

ZOLA JESUS ● Tsar Bomba EP + New Amsterdam + The Spoils

BLANK DOGS ● Seconds 12”+Under and Under+Waiting 7”+Slow Room 7”

MAYYORS ● Deads 12”
WET HAIR ● Glass Fountain + Dream
PISSED JEANS ● King of Jeans
KURT VILE ● God Is Saying This to You + Childish Prodigy
FACTUMS ● Flowers
ABE VIGODA ● Reviver EP
WOLF EYES ● Always Wrong
GARY WAR ● Horribles Parade
DUCKTAILS ● Landscapes + Ducktails
ATLAS SOUND ● Logos
THESE ARE POWDERS ● All Aboard Future
CONVERGE ● Axe to Fail
SEX WORKER ● The Labor of Love
DIAL ● Dial EP
TICKELY FEATHER ● Hors D'oeuvres
NITE JEWEL ● Want You Back EP + You F O EP
LIGHTNING BOLT ● Earthly Delights
JOAN OF ARC ● Flowers
OMAR SOULEYMAN ● Dabke 2020:  Folk & Pop Sounds of Syria
NOTHING PEOPLE ● Late Night



(Check the Comments section for Honorable Mentions, my top 10 from 2008, and, just to illustrate, a dozen other records from 2008 I might have picked if I had heard them yet.)

And some of the many compilations and reissues I enjoyed from 2009:



VA ● Sound of Wonder! The First Wave of Plugged-In Pop at the Pakistani Picture House
ABNER JAY ● True Story of Abner Jay
VA ● Raks! Raks! Raks! 17 Garage Psych Nuggets from the Iranian 60s Scene
ONNA ● Onna
VA ● 1970's Algerian Proto-Rai Underground
COLD CAVE ● Cremations
JOYCE – Visions of Dawn
VA ● Shiftless Decay: New Sounds of Detroit
WICKED WITCH - Chaos 1978-82
VA ● String of Pearls: Jewels Of The 78rpm Era 1918-1951
24 CARAT BLACK ● Gone: The Promises of Yesterday
ORCHESTRE POLY-RYTHMO DE COTONOU ● Hypnotiques Effect
VA ● Midnight Massiera: The B-Music of Jean-Pierre Massiera
VA ● Siamese Soul: Thai Pop Spectacular vol. 2
VA ● Mortika: Recordings from a Greek Underworld
39 CLOCKS ● Zoned
THE CULTURAL DECAY ● Eight Ways to Start a Day
SUN RA & OTHERS ● Doo Wop from Saturn - Interplanetary Melodies vol. 1 + Second Stop Is Jupiter vol. 2
VA ● Singapore A-Go-Go vol. 1
VA ● Fly Girls - B-Boys Beware: Revenge of the Super Female Rappers!
Chris Thomson's Chunklet Tape Dump - (especially the Cupid Car Club demo tapes!)

WHITE HOSPITAL - Holocaust 12" + We Wish You Are Merry X'mas (1984)

Originally limited to 300 copies, White Hospital's Holocaust MLP has already popped up at post-paranoia and The Thing On the Doorstep.  Konagaya Jun (Grim) and Kuwahara Tomo (Vasilisk) are the unusual duo behind this traditional folk/proto-power electronics/catholic mass from the early 80s. 

The album's first song, “Hymn of Heaven,” vacillates between an organ dirge, a Christian choir, and what sounds a bit like Alvin & the Chipmunks' "A Chipmunk Christmas." “Robotomy Operation” is straight-forward power electronics in the Whitehouse or SPK vein. “Body Flesh” is a tribal folk meditation, prefiguring both Konagaya's and Kuwahara's respective solo ventures, both of which included blending industrial with folk traditions. The rest of the album sounds like a pretty natural combination of these first three tracks, but overall it's harsh and surprisingly addictive Japanese industrial.

In addition and very similar in sound to Holocaust is the equally obscure and poorly translated "We Wish You Are Merry X'Mas" 7" EP.  Tribal industrial folk noise with music box chimes accompaniment.  These two records serve as White Hospital's discography.

白病院

Everyone's Got a Song Inside

Politics as Unusual: Space is the Chinese Place

China's space program began in the 1950s when the Sino-Soviet Treaty of Friendship opened the doors in China to Soviet space technology.  In 1970, Dongfanghong-1 (The East is Red) was launched into space, making China the fifth country to launch a satellite into orbit.  In 1992, China inaugurated their manned space program, Project 921. Yan Liwei,  China's first Taikonaut, was launched into space in Shenzhou 5 on October. 15, 2003. 

The USA and USSR were the first two countries to launch people into space.  On the strength of a steady propaganda program and on-again-off-again space exploration program, China became the third nation to successfully put a human in space. Propaganda in the East had a much bumpier start than in the West.  Many of the early propaganda films and posters in Japan and China during the Second World War were completely lost on their audience.  Some films actually turned people off of the war entirely and were taken out of theaters immediately.  These imaginative and exotic posters, one can assume, made some kind of impact on Chinese citizens, but whether they did or not is perhaps largely irrelevant in an autocratic nation.  Chang'e 1, China's first unmanned lunar-orbitting spacecraft was launched October 24, 2007.  Under Project 921-2, China plans to soon build their own permanent manned space station (seen above).

Soar, youth of new China (19??)

A garden in outer space (1985)

Little guests in the Moon Palace (early 1970s)

I'm calling the stars (19??)

Take the spaceship and tour the universe (1962)

 

Heaven increases the years, man gets older (1985)

                                      

Bringing his playmates to the stars (1985)

SOURCES

Stefan Landsberger has a great collection of Chinese propaganda posters here. All the posters above that bear a coll.SRL stamp are from his website. 
The biggest collection of Chinese propaganda posters I've found online is here.

Manuel DeLanda - Bailouts, Democracy, and the Impoverished Left

Manuel DeLanda gave this lecture in conjunction with Documenta 11's "Democracy Unrealized" conference in 2001.  Having just seen it for the first time a few a weeks ago, I was immediately struck by his comments on corporate bailouts, given seven years before the federal government took on the toxic assets of Bear Stearns, AEG, and General Motors:

“The degree to which giantism itself allows some organizations to conduct extortion is the forced bailout of failing or mismanaged firms, such as the bailout of Chrysler in the 1980s.  In this case, 'large scale' allowed both the privatization of profits and socialization of losses.  There was nothing to lose for Chrysler since the government was there infusing cash into it despite the fact that it was their own fault. And the reason they do this is because otherwise the economy, when such a large entity fails, would have been disrupted.” (22)

The only debate that has aroused much electoral fervor among the population lately is this debate over who the federal government should bail out, Wall Street or Main Street.  But if giant investment banks and corporations are too big to fail, as DeLanda suggests, Wall Street and Main Street become inextricably linked.  With this popular cry to bailout homeowners being the most radical demand made during the economic upheaval, capitalism is clearly more vital a force today than democracy.  Seemingly, no radical solutions or alternative can be found to our global system.  "Voodoo" economic policies provide no real way to extract the survival of homeowners on Main Street from the prosperity and success of Wall Street.  People have no choice but to place their hopes in the security of "anti-market" cartels, and to simply wait for their share of the wealth to trickle down.  With no viable alternatives put forth by the radical Left, it's not at all surprising there is little electoral interest in progressive politics. I recalled Žižek's article, "To Each According to His Greed," in last month's Harper's:

“There is a real possibility that the primary victim of the ongoing crisis will not be capitalism but the Left itself, insofar as its inability to offer a viable global alternative was again made visible to everyone. It was the Left that was effectively caught out, as if recent events were staged with a calculated risk in order to demonstrate that, even at a time of shattering crisis, there is no viable alternative to capitalism.... When we are transfixed by something like the bailout, we should bear in mind that since it is actually a form of blackmail, we must resist the populist temptation to act out our anger and thus wound ourselves. Instead of such impotent acting-out, we should control our fury and transform it into an icy determination to think—to think things through in a really radical way, and to ask what kind of a society renders such blackmail possible.”

DeLanda goes on to provide new ways to think about our "kind of society" by disputing two traditional conceptions on the Left about capitalism:

1) the historical concept of Fordism as forbearer to mass production in modern capitalism:

“The very idea of mass production and the industrial discipline it requires is not of bourgeois origin – I cannot stress this more ... But rather the reality of the matter is industrial discipline was born in military arsenals in 18th century France, and institutionalized as a practice in American arsenals and armories in the early 19th century. In other words, it had already been institutionalized in armories at least 80 years before Henry Ford, hence the absurdity of the term, Fordism.” (35)

2) the conceptualization of democracy, society, and capitalism as "mythological wholes."  DeLanda views these "systematic totalities" instead as a "nested set" of "social entities," and opposes the concept of human history as "a single temporal stream" of "great societies" and "great individuals."  Instead, following in the ideas of Gilles Deleuze, he suggests "a multiple stream with separate historical processes occurring in parallel, or at the same time, at different temporal scales.”  Individuals, relatively small on the temporal scale, interact and organize themselves into institutions.  Those institutions, larger and longer-lasting in scale than individuals, interact and organize into cities, and cities into nations, etc.

“Besides the idea of a multi-level historical process, treating each level as emerging from interacting populations at the level below, allows us to include more heterogeneity in our models of social and historical phenomena.” (58)

By reviewing the history of capitalism outside its mythological functions, and looking more intricately at the interactive processes at play in each social entity (as opposed to its perceived essence), those on the Left may finally be able to think of new ways to progressively engage a rapidly changing global system with radical ideas of substance.

Manuel DeLanda's book A Thousand Years of Nonlinear History had a huge impact on the way I think about social and historical processes.  Originally from Mexico City, DeLanda moved to New York City in the late 70's where he was a graffiti artist and an experimental filmmaker in what was later called the "Cinema of Transgression" movement.  He created such film classics as Shit (1975), Song of a Bitch (1976), Saliva Dildo (1976), Itch Scratch Itch Cycle (1976), Incontinence (1978), Ismism (1979), Raw Nerves (1980), Harmful or Fatal if Swallowed (1982), Judgement Day (1983), Porking Jesus, Public Enema and My Dick.

Excerpt from Ismism - (the original film is completely silent)

THE GREAT UNRAVELING - Discography (1995-1997)

(photo taken by cookiekixx AKA producer Chris Coady)

"The most important thing isn't really evoking the tension, but alleviating it. I know all three of us have found that the music that touches us the most has that liberating aspect."  --Tonie Joy

The Great Unraveling formed in Baltimore just nine months after the break-up of U.O.A (Universal Order of Armageddon).  Lead vocalist for the first time, Tonie Joy (MOSS ICON, UOA, BORN AGAINST, CONVOCATION (OF...)) showcases his distinctively squeaky yelp and furthers his reputation as one of the great underground guitar players. Where Anthony Malat (UOA, LOVE LIFE, BELLMER DOLLS) hardly knew his instrument when he started in U.O.A, he emerges as a beastly bass playing fashionista in The Great Unraveling.  While comparisons could be made to Drive Like Jehu and Unwound, the repetitious bass grooves and transcendental arpeggios here are more fixated on what lies behind the veil.   They released their first 7" on Vermiform Records.  Steve Albini produced their self-titled LP (Kill Rock Stars), and a 7" (released on Joy's own Vermin Scum Records) followed from the same recording session.  They called it quits some time in '97.

As legend has it, The Great Unraveling practiced in Tonie Joy's backyard, on the outskirts of Baltimore.   When the band played the song, "Wellness," ghostly spirits would congregate on the edge of the woods!  Joy has long held an interest in mysterious realms, both ancient and futuristic, from the cryptids in Moss Icon's artwork to the more celestial planes he's explored in his current group, The Convocation.  In contrast, Malat went on to plunge the depths with members of Jaks in the awesomely dark Love Life. 

 Alien landscape doesn't seem that alien at all...

Decade In Horror

"Today, we can easily imagine the extinction of the human race, but it is impossible to imagine a radical change of the social system - even if life on earth disappears, capitalism will somehow remain intact." --Slavoj Žižek

The aughties have been kind to horror fans, with a veritable cornucopia of new trends which have altered the horror landscape, in some ways irrevocably.  The world, for its part, has outdone the movies in terms of sheer horror this decade, though that's not to say all that much has changed.  Scientists and experts have known for fifty years that our planet faces imminent man-made destruction; and covert American organizations have been torturing people for about as long.  But the undeniability of these facts have pushed themselves into the forefront of the collective unconscious and made this decade's "torture porn" subgenre a basic inevitability, as unavoidable as the zombie plagues we have all come to need in our lives so much.  Unless, of course, you are the antidote.  Then, likely, you've been pushed further into Pan's Labyrinth where the fascists can't go.

From the very beginning of the decade, Asian horror movies blew minds with their disjunctive weirdness, unexpectedly spawning a diametric slew of bland Hollywood tweeny flicks.  After watching so many J- and K-Horror movies over the past ten years, their patent weirdness have made them all somehow blur together to where I can only distinguish maybe a half dozen notable films from the rest.

French horror came on strong around the middle of the decade.  Owing much to the American slasher movies of the 80s, these movies were as terrifying as the slasher films were when I was a kid .  Where Asian horror confounded and disturbed, the Frogs created terrifically claustrophobic environments for straight up slicing and dicing.  The best of the bunch left me twisted up hours after they ended.

Critics today seem as dumbfounded as ever when groping for an essence to movies.  Most avoid reviewing horror movies altogether, feeling justified that they are as a whole distasteful, sure without basis that they have a negative effect on our society.  But do horror movies really make us want to do things we would not have otherwise done?  Do their depictions of violence engender us with lacivious desires?  Why is it that, while one filmmaker can titillate an audience with depictions of violence, another instills revulsion against the very same acts with no less amount of blood or gore?

Neuroscientists have made exciting discoveries in the human brain of neurons which fire off in imitation of the actions of others.  One study showed that, when people watch the tarantula in Dr. No crawl over James Bond's face, these "mirror neurons" create corresponding connections in the brain so that the viewer  experiences in a true sense what Bond on screen is experiencing.  This discovery has opened exciting new avenues of study into, for example, the evolutionary source for empathy; but neuroscientists seem to scarcely notice the implications it has on enjoyment of movies.  Such is the omnipresence of media today that it often goes unnoticed, even when right in front of our faces.

So much of our discourse about horror movies remains in the vein of outmoded literary criticism, wrought with mysticism and moral confusion. Linda Williams was prescient enough to conflate horror, melodrama, and pornography under the umbrella of "body genres" before there was a neurological basis for it. The concrete effect of movies on our brains and bodies muddies the ethical waters and should force us to start judging movies holistically, according to their effects, rather than making a value judgment as to their "meaning."

Horror films are, by their nature, extreme and the films I am most taken by are extreme in one way or another, either in terms of their effect on the viewer or in the way they stretch the possibilities of the genre. These are not necessarily the "greatest" or the "best" horror movies of the decade.  They are my favorite horror movies.

Click the hyperlinks to watch the trailers.  10 horrors, in no order, particularly:

Inside (2007)
It's the scariest movie of the decade. Inside is so unrelentingly terrifying, so enveloping in its power, that you may not notice how classic it is in its horror structure.  It is really just an amalgamation of horror tropes you see in any movie, but it revitalizes them to a sublime degree.  Specifically, it uses the "Breaking Injury" trope that normally finds its victim with a crippling injury, but in this case, it's a swollen pregnant belly that hinders easy escape.  Taking place entirely in one house, you wouldn't think your suspension of disbelief would hold up after the ninth or tenth hapless victim bumbles in, but it does, and claustrophically so.  Once "La Femme" breaks into the house, dips a pair of scissors into alcohol, and attempts to perform a C-Section on our 9-months-pregnant sleeping protagonist, the movie never gives you another moment to breathe.  

Planet Terror (2007)

Designed to be a throwaway throwback for double billing with Tarantino's Death Proof, I think Rodriguez's Planet Terror will endure as one of the greatest zombie flicks of all time.  Just wait and see. Time will treat this film very well.  The "missing reel" which playfully skips the second act and all its arbitrary circumstances for how the main players wind up teaming together is a stroke of genius! The seat-of-your-pants production and special effects just go to demonstrate how innovative Rodriguez's Troublemaker Studios is.  Hilarious and disgusting, endlessly entertaining, it's one of my favorite movies of the decade from any genre. And was there a better line than "I'm going to eat your brains and gain your knowledge?"

Baby Blues (2008)                           As if using post-partum depression as the impetus for a horror film doesn't sound over-the-top as it is, this Southern Gothic flick manages to frighten the hell out of you while playing with action movie conventions.  It's chock full of one-liners worthy of Bruce Willis and even features an overwrought means of killing people, yet so macabre that you have to wonder how it was ever made.  One scene in particular has this frazzled mother of five cornering her daughter with a pitchfork, chiming, "This little piggy went all the way home!"  It's horrifying, and even more so to find yourself laughing. 

Slither (2006)
Long-time Troma collaborator, James Gunn, makes his directorial debut with this extremely well-made horror-comedy about alien slugs invading a small Southern town.  It's almost slick to a fault, but the creativity, humor, and gross-out horror work togther so well, you can't help but fall in love with it.  Michael Rooker's (Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer) performance as the mutating man about town is wonderful.  He's disgusting and yet he never lets you forget he's a man held captive in his own body.  The disturbing scene of a woman pregnant with thousands of alien slugs ("The little fuckers are tearing me apart!") is one of the most memorable scenes from any horror movie this decade. 

Let the Right One In (2008)
There is something unsettling in the mixture of adolescent ambivalence with a vampire's need for blood.  Adapted with skillful inference from the novel, it's the story of a bullied kid befriending a gender-ambiguous vampire some time in the early 80s.  Horror rides in the backseat as the psychology and subjective experiences of not just the two pre-teens, but all the town's characters, are explored.  More than any other horror film this decade, LTROI expands the limits of the genre.  The American remake will show that this movie is inseparably linked to the barren Swedish landscape that also gave us Vampyr.  It's the best vampire movie since Near Dark and an instant cult classic.

Audition/Imprint (1999/2007)

Audition was officially released in 1999, but most of us first watched it at the beginning of the decade, and were unwittingly set up by its Fassbinderian pace to be terrified in an entirely new way.  Miike Takashi opened the door in the US to the J-Horror invasion, so it's appropriate that he capped it off with Imprint, a film that's as difficult to watch as it is captivatingly strange.  Banned by Showtime before it aired, it features a Meiji-era prostitution island haunted by demons, a talking parasitic twin, aborted fetuses galore, and a torture scene to make a CIA doctor cringe.  Mistakenly perceived as misogynistic, the film has something to do with Meiji surrender to western Capitalism in the late 19th century and the cultures' mutual contempt for the status of women.  Oh yeah, and every woman on the island has either blue or red hair.

Stuck (2007)
Stuart Gordon masterfully extends to our entire contemporary existence the alienation that comes with struggling to communicate through your touchtone phone with that friendly robot who handles all your billing concerns. What if you were inconveniencing a stranger by being stuck dying in the windshield of their car?  Based on a true story, thankfully, Gordon gives us a vengeful dénouement and his funniest, most inspired movie in years. It's a curmudgeony take on personal responsibility that will freak out anyone who has ever been left feeling less than human in our digital age.

The Abandoned (2006)
Spanish filmmaker, Nacho Cerdà, proved himself to be an unusual talent with his horror short Autopsy which featured a mortician fulfilling his sick whims upon disturbingly motionless corpses.  In his full-length debut, he explores the terror of being hunted by your doppelgänger in this deliberately paced creepfest.  Where Dostoevsky's The Double was about a man's doppelgänger attempting to take over his social life, the identical other here is instead a harbinger of death, a death that should have happened earlier in life but was somehow avoided. Marie and Nicolai suffer any injury they inflict upon their doppelgängers, making it that much harder to fight for their survival  It's a movie with strange powers to disturb in ways that remain mysterious to me.

Dumplings (2004)
Fruit Chan's Dumplings was seen by most American audiences as one of the three short segments in 3...Extremes.  Like Planet Terror, it works much better in its full-length form.  Admittedly overly moralistic, this cautionary fable of a woman willing to do anything to regain her youthful beauty is more squeamish than it is suspenseful in its horrors.  An impossibly beautiful 60-year-old lady sells dumplings out of her apartment made from a very special ingredient she obtains from her other job as an underground abortionst.  She claims her nubility comes from the special recipe and wealthy women like Mrs. Lee, wanting to keep her philandering husband from leaving her, are willing to pay the steep price.  Unfortunately, the dumplings have some rather unsavory side effects.  Dumplings, elegant and understated, leaves you with a nasty aftertaste that is hard to wash out. 

Hostel/Hostel: Part II (2005/2007)
I'll come clean.  I probably enjoyed Park Chan-wook's sentimental Vengeance Trilogy more than this original "torture porn" diptych. But believing as I do that depictions of torture cannot be repressed in this age of extraordinary rendition, I don't mind standing up to resist the Eli Roth backlash. The Hostel movies are as wonderfully stupid as the naïve and entitled American kids who gallavant around the world like they own it.  It's an appropriate horror narrative in the face of American decline and 3rd world capitalist resurgence.  Up until quite recently, we as Americans tended to believe as much in our birthright as we did in the safety of our Chinese-manufactured toothpaste.  But where Saw, Captivity, and Wolf Creek tried to turn us on with their depictions of human confinement and torment, Roth's Hostel movies successfully convey his own horror at our return to pre-Magna Carta rules of engagement.  Roth has said he knew he wanted to make horror movies after watching Ridley Scott's Alien as a child and being so terrified, he vomited in his seat.  It's a valuable insight into what makes him tick as a horror director.  Easily, the most insipid review I've read in years was Nathan Lee's take on Hostel: Part II (read here) where he calls Roth "pathetic" and a "pussy" with all the critical faculties of a frightened kid puffing out his chest to prove he isn't scared. He schizoprhenically decries the MPAA's R-rating and Roth's "desperation to shock" while noting that his violence toward the female characters is not brutal enough (hence the misogynistic insults?).  Lee somehow misses the point entirely that Roth has skillfully depicted some rather grisly violence towards women without, for a change, giving it a sexual undercurrent.  I think Eli Roth's movies are a great example of how horror films can best be judged holistically and according to the worldview they instill through their violence.  If critics could begin to examine movies according to how they actually interact and affect the viewer, rather than basing their judgment on blanket principles, maybe they would be taken a bit more seriously.

Honored Mentionables:

• Park Chan-wook's Vengeance Trilogy, particularly Lady Vengeance.
• Guillermo Del Toro's Devil's Backbone
• REC/Quarantine
• Lucky McKee's May + The Woods
• A Tale of Two Sisters
• Fabrice du Welz's Calvaire 
• Martyrs + Frontier(s)
• Uzumaki
• The New Dead Trilogy (best to forget about Diary of the Dead)
• The Exorcism of Emily Rose (if only for Jennifer Carpenter)
• Acacia
• The Descent
• Return to Sleepaway Camp
• The Host
• Dorm