This song, and this video, should be three times as long as they are. The bass is a mainline to my reptile brain.
Noel Fielding’s silversmithed face bears the planes and hollows of his narrow, British bloodline. Looking at him reminds me how much I hate the homogeneous, doughy-tan dumpling heads of my fellow Americans. Go weird or go home.
I’m enthralled. And here I was, thinking it was just another Moustache Monday. I’ll never doubt you again, ectomites.
Ross: Ok, why is Grace Jones so fucking creepy? Qais: I think she and Seal are vampires. Qais: Maybe aliens? Ross: Grace Jones could be an alien, Ross: or a robot constructed by aliens. Qais: Dude Seal is totally an alien, Qais: or a vampire. Qais: I’m ok with either, really. Ross: I hadn’t thought about Seal, to be honest. Qais: Oooh! Qais: Maybe they’re alien vampires! Ross: … Ross: Maybe.
When they aren’t walking in slow motion to a techno soundtrack, looking bored at shows, or crafting spells to finally show that jerk Brad who’s boss these precocious gothlets fight prejudice and inequality wherever it can be found. Sadly, not everyone understands the hardships of being spooky and fighting for the right to be taken seriously while looking like a complete jackass.
The goth wonder twins were ejected from a bus (the enormous leathery bat wings with which they usually travel being in the shop) due to the lead the the more feminine of this fearsome duo (the one with less clothes on in case you’re wondering) is led around the streets of West Yorkshire. Citing a strict “No dogs allowed” (do you see what he did there?!) policy, the bus driver refused to take on any more passengers or move the bus any further until the gothlets took a powder from the virtuous and wholesome people’s public transportation.
I’m strangely torn, on one hand I support the bus driver’s decision simply because of the atrocious taste these youngsters display with zeal. More people should catch a little humiliation for nancing around in an unoriginal costume they put no thought into whatsoever. On the other hand, at no point did the bus driver inquire whether Gothy McCliche was using his young paramour as a service animal; a seeing eye goth as it were. Think about it, if you saw these two out and about would it really be that much of a stretch to assume blindness as the source of their fashion woes?
Paramount Studios released a series of shorts between 1932 and 1934 under the umbrella title of Hollywood on Parade in which they exhibited nearly every star they had in their stables singing, dancing, or playacting. In this particular clip, from 1933, Mae Questel gives a rare on screen performance as Betty Boop, the animated minx she voiced for eight years. She’s set do a song routine with a couple of mannequins but Béla Lugosi, revisting his role as Dracula, cuts the performance a bit short, proclaiming, “Betty, you have booped your last boop.”
In sheer defiance of the World Wide Web Consortium's will, Ectomo was designed using a non-web-standard font. Luckily, it is included in the excellent font pack released by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, which can be freely downloaded in Mac and PC formats here. Ectomo should still look fine without it, though.
