I've been a big fan of the outstanding Funky 16 Corners weblog for several years now, so when Funky's proprietor, Larry, created a new 'blog called Iron Leg, dedicated to '60s rock and pop culture, I followed that too with great interest.

Today's entry comes to you courtesy of Paul Revere and the Raiders. Often derided as popstar buffoons attired in silly Revolutionary War outfits, the Raiders actually kicked ass on several levels, and this tune, The Great Airplane Strike, proves it by dropping a super-heavy slab of fuzzed-out guitar stomp right on our pointy, little heads.

There was a reason why the Sex Pistols covered these guys.

[Link: The Great Airplane Strike]

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At last, something has roused me from my blogospheric torpor! Max Sparber has disinterred the moldering corpse of the not-quite-dead-yet, Essential Ghoul's Record Shelf, a weblog dedicated to a rather specific list of song stylings which include the following topics:

I am a monster.
My girlfriend is a monster.
Everyone we know is a monster, so let's do a monster-specific dance.
I'm being chased by a werewolf.
I have had a spell cast on me.
Where did all my blood go?

The Ghoul then goes on to add a new topic to his repertoire: Let's sing a song about hilariously inaccurate television psychics.

Criswell Predicts tells the story behind Mae West's stirring hoochie-koochie paean to her psychic friend, the Amazing Criswell, who, as you may recall, predicted that Mae would not only become President of the United States in 1960, but would also accompany him to the Moon (along with Liberace).

It's a great song, and a terrific reintroduction for the Ghoul. You have been missed, you rotten old creep. Welcome back!

[Link: Criswell Predicts]

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