In her piece on the The Catacombs, the 1970s San Francisco-based fistfucking club, Gayle Rubin provided a “music of the baths” playlist that was curated for its S/M loving patrons: “the party tapes relied primarily on disco and electronic space music, although there were also rock, soul, funk, and other genres.” Such spacey songs included … Continue reading
If I had to pick the absolute perfect song, tied up with a gun to my head, I’d be hard-pressed to come up with one better than Q Lazzarus’s “Goodbye Horses.” That sparse, sultry beat that slowly emerges as if from the clouds, combined with a strange, sci-fi keyboard do-dooing that somehow comes off as … Continue reading
I can’t be the only one who frequently fantasizes about what it must have been like to wander, either unknowingly or with a passing interest, into a Lower Manhattan club during the good-old/bad-old days of New York City and endure the sonic suckerpunch of Teenage Jesus and the Jerks with 16-year-old Lydia Lunch at the … Continue reading
The Weeknd’s Hurry Up Tomorrow features Giorgio Moroder. Those eight words alone might be enough of a gushing review, the shortest I’d ever write. Do you need to know anything else about the new album besides the presence of the pioneering heavenly father of disco who sent Donna Summer’s divine voice levitating into outer space? … Continue reading
Isn’t it about time that we feel bad about masturbating again? I mean, other than a few edging holdouts, how long has it been since jacking was taboo? That yanking your plug or flicking your bean or however you want to do it could risk a judgmental side eye and rejecting shake of the head … Continue reading
Mary Christmas! Here we go again, at the end of the year, sitting by the soot covered fireplace, rubbing our hands together while wondering if all the hardships this year have been worth it. Keep those embers lit and keep the faith; look to the dreary skies for a twinkle. That’s not Santa — Decode the twinkles! It says don’t give up… ‘til Heaven! Continue reading
Emergency!!! Menergy!!!! As of 3:00 p.m. EST, like you, we here at Filthy Dreams were inundated by sudden and immediate gay thirst traps from the suspected UnitedHealth CEO shooter. Double-takes turned into triple-takes as details emerged: nabbed at a McDonald’s?? Carrying a pocket manifesto?? A twink?! Being an online troll?? Time for an EMERGENCY Filthy … Continue reading
At some point in the middle of “Tupelo” on the second night of Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds’ two-nights-only stint in London for their Wild God Europe and UK tour, I thought Elvis Presley would rise from the dead, jumpsuit and all, to appear onstage at the cavernous O2 arena. Quite a feat given … Continue reading
Boo!! Is your heartbeat racing because of the jump scare, or did you forget to take your blood pressure pills? Seems like you need to hit the treadmill, Mary! Put on your moon boots and get to Frankenstein-a-stompin’! It’s time for our annual HALLOWREEN music playlist! This year, we’re focusing on our health. After 12 … Continue reading
I’m Emily Colucci and I, like John Waters, love everything bad about America. Is this some sort of Trash Lovers Anonymous meeting? Maybe. In reality, perhaps that’s what Filthy Dreams has always been! Of course, the trash aesthetic is one of the main pillars of this website, dearest readers, as we repeatedly attempt to define … Continue reading