Upside-down! Godzilla, baby, you turn me inside-out! And, round and round! Happy HALLOWREEN, Filthy Fools! Welcome to another installment of our annual descent into camp Hell: Filthy Dreams’ HALLOWREEN music playlist! For those of you keeping track, we’re on playlist, umm, number 8? 9? 7? Our playlists began as a riff on Tim Curry’s pronunciation … Continue reading
Just when you thought it was safe to go back outside, here we are again, Filthy Fools, with the latest round of our Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS, for those of you who are counting) content! Every time we want to let go, he pulls us right back in–and why not, since we live for Trump … Continue reading
HBO’s documentary Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage, directed by Garret Price as a part of their Music Box series, seems to pose Woodstock ’99 as a seminal concert shitshow, like 1969’s Altamont, that somehow, in its dissolution into hormone-driven madness, which included chucking $4 water bottles at Wyclef Jean and The Offspring, rolling around … Continue reading
Happy Pride 2021! It’s finally safe to come out from hiding, fools! Rip off your masks, breathe the freedom in the air, and wave your Pride flags, be they Rainbow, Transgender, Progress, Bisexual, Pansexual, Asexual, Demisexual, Intersex, Bear, Rubber, Furry, or Non-Binary (we didn’t forget you, kiddos)! What about a flag for our community law … Continue reading
I wanna tell you about a girl… Ok, I had to. How else to start a tribute to Anita Lane, the enigmatic singer and songwriter with the otherworldly energy of a haunted Victorian doll and a quaalude-soaked childlike voice to match, other than a reference to the opening line of the song “From Her To … Continue reading
If Lana Del Rey’s music had to be defined by one drive (other than driving fast), it would be the pursuit of freedom. Inextricably tied to the failed promise of America, Lana’s conception of freedom is lawless, wild, and always elusive. Continue reading
Who could have predicted that all it would take to break the recent conservative stranglehold on camp and transgression would be a simple ride to Hell on a stripper pole in thigh-high boots and powerbottoming Satan? Certainly not me. But that’s what our Lord and Savior Lil Nas X achieved with the music video for … Continue reading
Could all of Nico’s features on The Velvet Underground & Nico relate to Lana Del Rey? Not only does Nico’s narcotic robotic drone herald Lana’s own deadpan beginnings on Born to Die, but “Femme Fatale” and “All Tomorrow’s Parties” feel as if they were tailor-made to be covered by our blessed hypnotic chanteuse. Continue reading
“Well, fuck you! You wanna fuck me, don’t you? I know. I know. I don’t blame you. If I was all of you, I’d want to fuck me too. You don’t see too many of THESE in Dayton, do you, honey?” Who could deny the demented allure of our putrid and preeminent filth deity Divine? … Continue reading
Nick Cave’s epic poem The Sick Bag Song opens with a leap into the abyss. “A boy climbs a riverbank. He steps onto a railway bridge. He is twelve years old,” it begins. Walking on this bridge, the boy stands at the middle, gazing down at the river below with a “half-felled tree” that … Continue reading