Beulah Land

ummm... what? i guess i'd rather have andre shilling organic food than diet soda or something, but this is still bizarre and unsettling. is he going to rap about the wonders of fresh produce? maybe a song about freshly baked organic bread or the ridiculous WF deli? the olive bar?


anyway, tonight i present to you an album by the great Mr. Kim Fowley, or as this album claims, Kim Fowley Jr. somehow existing as both an outsider musician and as one of pop's top producers, Kim is possibly one of the weirdest of the rock and roll mutants: he started out as a kid in Hollywood with actor parents, started his first band with Phil Spector and Sandy Nelson, recorded countless 60s novelty singles (Alley Oop, Nut Rocker, etc) and sat underneath the piano during Zappa's "Freak Out" sessions before moving to England and working with every up and coming star in the mid 60s (cat stevens, yardbirds, etc, etc) then coming back to the states to record hundreds of gold records, recorded a bunch of Kiss albums, started the Runaways in the late 70s, pioneered synthpunk in the 80s, and still had time in between all the gold records to make a couple thousand solo albums with absolutely no commercial potential. oh, and he's REALLY FUCKING CRAZY! "Son of Frankenstein" is one of his better albums of the 80s, featuring the notorious spoken-word freakout 'Invasion of the polaroid people' and a handful of bizarro pop hits in typical Fowley stream-of-consciousness style. if you, the audience, approves, maybe i will post his late 60s solo albums where he sounds like iggy pop on mushrooms backed by booker t & the MGs. now THAT'S entertainment!