Which Hellraiser movies are worth watching?
Having watched all nine Hellraiser movies (yes, nine) in an epic feat of procrastination, JWZ provides a helpful summary of which ones have held up, and which ones were never very good in the first place (top pick: Hellseeker, which I’d never heard of)
it’s when the pickings get leanest that the true acolytes shine brightest
Holy fuck! There are NINE HELLRAISERS?! I knew there was a gaping hole in my being. Time to hit some video.
I only made it to three. I love the first two. The third one sucked (I actually saw it in the theater).
silby asked: Do you have plans to provide some of your notebooks and effects to an archive or library someday, or conversely do you have a specially-rigged safe that will incinerate its contents at the hour of your death?
Harry Pussy – s/t LP (Palilalia)
This one was always on the more extreme end of rock-like music you could get into circa its 1993 release date. 20+ years have not dulled its twin blades; maybe the decades have brought them into even deeper focus, given the undeniable similarities between Bill Orcutt’s reactivation/hook-hand guitar attack, just a shade removed from what he was doing here, back when HP was a duo of Adris Hoyos and B.O., sweating it out in Miami for the damp handful. It was exciting then and tonight as well. The feel of that mode of play, the whole guitar-strings-bitten-for-floss motif, is right there at the one-two kickoff of “Youth Problem” and “1986,” to my estimation the same amplified acoustic on which he returned (or at least a hollow-body, as there’s no other good way to account for the resonance or tonal totality). Hoyos is more or less buried by it, the bandwidth consumed by amplified sound, cymbals occasionally crackling overtop, removed of shape and reduced to mere blocks on a lo-res matrix. Sure, they come back via floor tom on the closing cover of Kraftwerk’s “Showroom Dummies,” dummied down for the ‘80s hardcore set this release pays such respect over (the cover art is famously some clipping of dudes in mosh estrus, turned upside down with a snipping of “Truly Tasteless Jokes” or some such offense underlining it), but this is a sawblade with one person’s name on it, likely explaining the lack of an all-in reissue – this one comes in an edition of 70, a thick, silkscreened sleeve replacing the OG’s paste-on cover, and doled out to the few, perhaps, just to get the conversation going again; a record you could never really get anyway, now returned as one you really can’t get. But did it work…? Yes, yes it did. (http://palilalia.com)