Lupen Tooth: Complete Discography is FREE!

UK based horror-punk band Lupen Tooth recently released their complete discography on Bandcamp for free! The band is fronted by one of the most hardest working men in the horror business, Tommy Creep. If you don’t believe me, give him a quick search over the interwebs.

And on an interesting side note, Creep’s record label, Graveyard Calling has one of the most diverse and thought provoking roster of artists. If you don’t believe me, give it a look and see because without question, GYC needs your immediate attention.

It should come as no surprise that Lupen Tooth will be featured on our upcoming SPLATTERPUNK compilation.

“Amo os Mortos” Split with Dr. Murder

“Strawberries & Cream”

Pray for Daylight (single)

“First Bites”


Jerry Only goes to the Movies


In preparation for the Misfits upcoming shows at the Observatory in Santa Ana, which will see the legendary Jersey outfit preforming their first three records (Static Age, Walk Among Us, and Earth AD) over the course of  three nights, from June 18th to the 20th. The band, as an added bonus, has teamed up with director Jason Baker and legendary FX artist Tom Savini (Night of the Living Dead) to create a series of short films to serve as the backdrop during the bands performance.

Misfits vocalist and bassist, Jerry Only told Fangoria:

We are rolling into our 40th Anniversary and we wanted to revisit our original records. We had a calling for it out in California. One of the clubs out there wanted us to do three nights in a row at the same venue and showcase our first three albums from the late ‘70s to early ‘80s. We had come to the conclusion that we would try and make it like a mini-horror film where we would show different horror films in the back and obviously came to the realization that trying to get people to give you permission to use horror films is a very complicated process and normally very expensive.”

The most enticing bit of information comes from the involvement of Doug Bradly who is best known as from his role as Pinhead in the Hellraiser films. Bradly makes his cameo as a Van Helsing type character and can be briefly seen in the teaser trailer posted below.

These shows serve as the kick off to the first leg of the band’s 2015 tour, which sees the addition of guitarist, Marc Rizzo (previously of Soulfly, Ill Nino, and Cavalera Conspiracy on second guitar) and Jerry Caiafa II (Son of Jerry Only) following the departure of Black Flag’s Dez Cadena late last year.

The Misfits most recent record, the Devil’s Rain (2011) was released to lukewarm reviews, though the recent shuffling of musicians and addition of a second guitarist could be the start of a new chapter for the band and possibly return to the heavier “Resurrection” era of the 1990’s that saw the release of American Psycho and Famous Monsters. This could be a move that offers the band redemption for last years “Horror Xmas” single that saw the Misfits covering such tracks as “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” and “Blue Christmas.”


Zombie Girl,” is one of two new tracks that have recently seen rotation onto the band’s set list, “Vampire Girl” is another.


Review: Insidious: Chapter 3

Insidious: Chapter 3
Kelly M. Hudson

Insidious1Few things divide my horror friends and me than the Insidious movies. I’ll lump in The Conjuring and the Paranormal Activity movies under this same umbrella. These friends—and these are good, decent, horror-loving pals, who adore the classics and mostly agree with my tastes in terror—stare at me in disbelief when I heap praise on the movies I’ve listed above. The usual response is:

“Dude, the ghost creature looked like Darth Maul. It was dumb.”

And I usually agree. Yeah, if you look at the “monster” in the first Insidious film, he does kinda look like Darth Maul. But he also doesn’t. It’s a matter of the coloring, not the design, in my eyes.

But I digress.

When it comes to these kinds of movies, the general consensus is you either love them or hate them. Very few people have a “meh” reaction. As you can tell from what I wrote above, I love them, and with that said, if you are a fan of the previous Insidious films, then you will love this one. If not, there’s nothing here that’s going to change your mind.

So this is a prequel, and that’s usually thorny ground for any franchise to explore (just ask Lucas and his villain Darth Maul), mostly because a lot of suspense is taken out of the equation. If the prequel features characters from the other movies, you know they’re going to live, or die if that be the case, so a lot of the threat is taken away, and thus a majority of the emotional connection you can experience with a film. This prequel features mostly new characters, so it bypasses such concerns, for the most part. When the main character—Elise Rainier (played with verve and spunk by Lin Shaye)—starts to interact with the new characters, you know Elise is going to live, and the same goes with minor characters Specs and Tucker, the “ghostbusters” (played by returning champions Angus Sampson and director/writer Leigh Whannell). But that doesn’t really matter, because even though they are threatened, the main victim is young Quinn Brenner (Stefanie Scott, terrific in her role), a teenager on the cusp of graduating high school and heading out into the world to finally live her life. The problem for Quinn is that her mother died recently, and she’s missing her presence, so when Quinn starts noticing odd, paranormal behavior happening around her, she thinks it’s her mother, returning to offer her comfort and guidance, things she feels lacking from her father, Sean (played by Dermot Mulroney, with just the right amount of finesse and muscle). Suffice it to say, it’s not her Mom speaking from the grave, but a dangerous entity bent on possessing and stealing Quinn’s soul. Only a reluctant Elise can save the day, but not without help from Specs and Tucker, who she meets here for the first time.


I’m not going to get into any more of the plot; to do so would be to give away too much. I will tell you, however, that all the spooky tricks of the first two films are in this one, as well as many more. There’s lots of jump scares but plenty of suspense added to the mix. This movie, like the others, isn’t based on tricking you into jumping, but building just the right atmosphere to get your blood pumping (or, as a girl sitting behind me said out loud, with no reservation, “Oh, fuck,” while waiting for the other shoe to drop during a particularly tense scene). Whannell is great at misdirection, leading you one way only to wallop you from left field. This was more than evidenced by individual viewers at the showing I attended. Lots of times wise, wizened horror film veterans would shout out, trying to impress their friends, “Oh, this is going to happen next, watch.” And sure enough, every time, Whannell frustrated their expectations. It was in small ways (look to that knocking on the wall scene about halfway through the movie as a prime example) but I think that these small moves are important. They keep a jaded audience on its toes and clues them in right away that this isn’t going to be a typical ride.

Is this a revolution in horror? No, and it doesn’t try to be. Just like the other two films, this movies sets out to scare you, to create a Spookshow Atmosphere, and it succeeds in almost all respects. The ending was a little too schmaltzy for my tastes, but the movie earned its ending, so it’s not false or pandering in the least. It also sets up further sequels, so suck on that, haters.

If you want to see a fun, scary movie that is a thrill ride with a heart, you can’t do much better than Insidious: Chapter 3. I think it’s better than part 2 but not quite as good as the first one, but Lin Shaye kicks ass in this installment, and it’s fun to watch her character really let loose as she takes center stage for the first time. Oh, and she has a line that rivals the line Ripley has at the end of Aliens, if you can believe that, and when she delivered it, the audience I saw the movie with cheered out loud.

And that’s an important note to end this on: see this movie with an audience. It’s much more fun to watch in a theater than at home, and much scarier.

Three stars out of Four

Weird Fact: Vending Machines of Death!

Death by Vending Machine

Picture this:

You’re swimming in the ocean on a hot summer day. It’s beautiful, not a cloud in the sky. You’re out there, enjoying yourself. Not a care in the world, when suddenly there’s a slight tug on your leg. The pristine water seems calm, still, you wonder: what was that? As you look around, but you’re alone or so you think. Before you can scream, before panic can fully set in—a massive shark rises from the depths with the quickness of a bad dream, it plunges its serrated teeth into your groin.

You try to scream. Blood and sea water fill your lungs. The pain, unlike anything you had ever felt, brings you to black out. It is the worst imaginable way to go and for all of the movies and SyFy channel tornadoes, one of the least likely.

In the United States, there is an average of ONE shark related death per year (if any). In fact, you are more likely to be killed by a cow then the second coming of Jaws. Still, bovine murderers account for roughly 22 deaths in any given year.

Now, here’s a scenario that is more likely to happen.

It is a busy day at work. You’re thirsty. Hitting the break room, you dig a couple of loose quarters from your pocket and anxiously make your selection from the vending machine. Nothing. Not a sound. Zilch. You can’t help but feel anger and betrayal as the machine has taken your money and refused product in return.

Now, you don’t know what do to with yourself. You scream your rage and grab the machine, rocking the beast from side to side when suddenly—it creaks and groans—falling forward. Crushing you beneath it, your ribs crack. Jutting inward from the pressure to puncture whole organs. You breathe painfully as blood fills your throat, you choke, unable to move or shake the vomit spilling across your tongue.

What kills you first? Internal bleeding or suffocation?

Every organ and bone worth a damn is broken and here you are, trapped under almost 1,000 pounds of outdated hardware and dying slow and to add insult to injury, you still did not get your fizzy carbonated drink.

You’re not alone. Out of roughly 4,640,000 vending machines in operation, they account for roughly 10-13 deaths a year. So many that the CPSC (Consumer Product Safety Commission) issued this:

“Warning! Never rock or tilt. Machine can fall over and cause serious injury or death. Vending machine will not dispense free product.”

It should come as no surprise that the majority of vending machine related casualties are typically male who can not grasp the simple fact: you tilt, rock, or move a poorly secured and awkwardly built thousand pound machine, it’s libel to fall.

But hey, 10 to 13 deaths a year is still a hell of a lot better then death by cow.


Calling all CREEPS!

Technicolor Terror wants you to join us on our forthcoming compilation, “SPLATTERPUNK! Vol. 1

This will be released as a FREE DOWNLOAD with the possibility of a physical release later down the line (if demand is great and finances allow)

Send us an email with the subject line: “Splatterpunk: [YOUR BAND NAME]”

In the email, please include a 300DPI logo, links to your website, Facebook or bandcamp page and include your country of origin. Now with that out of the way, make sure your track is the HIGHEST quality (Preferably ripped directly from your MASTER COPY) Once you have that ready, please label the track as “BANDNAME_TRACKTITLE”

Failure to comply will result in beheading! Okay… No it won’t but please work with us here. Email it to us at:



Give us your best, because we’re looking for some big names on this one, so give us all you got!

Ghoulishly yours,

The Creeps at Technicolor Terror!

Maryland Deathfest: 12 Years of Death Metal and Speedos

Kelly M.  Hudson

Despite all the recent social tensions, on this past Memorial Day weekend, Baltimore opened her arms, lifted her hands, and flashed the devil horns for the world to see. And it went down in a parking lot just under a couple of overpasses, on a mild spring Friday, a hot Saturday afternoon, and a scorching Sunday.

PrimordialMaryland Deathfest celebrated over twelve years of existence just a few days ago and did so in its usually style, with a dash of grace and a whole lot of moshing. This was only the second year I’ve been able to go, and while last year’s line-up of bands was more to my liking (I’m more of a Black Metal and Doom guy than a Death Metal dude) this one was nothing to shirk at. From Death Metal masters Obituary to Doom greats like Goatsnake, there was a little something for everyone, including some Traditional Metal by the mighty Twilight of the Gods and Thrash by Canadian band Razor. There was blasphemy and beer, guys wearing horse heads, one dude dressed like a chicken, and the return of the fellow I’ve dubbed Speedo-Man from last year. And yes, this is a perfectly-sculpted man who walked around all weekend clad only in a pair of Speedo’s, grinning like he just won the lottery. More on him in a bit, though.

For anyone who doesn’t know, Deathfest was begun in 2003 and from its humble beginnings has become one of the most recognized and valued metal festivals in the world, and that’s saying something, considering all the goodness Europe brings us every year. This is without a doubt the premier festival in the United States and it is so professionally run that at times it almost feels unreal. The bands are slotted about fifty minutes each on stage, and with two stages, they are constantly rotating. When one is finished, within five minutes and a very short walk, another band is firing up. It can be non-stop metal for about twelve hours each day, if you so choose. There is also an area set up full of picnic tables and shade so you can take a break from the hot sun, and this is conveniently located to the side between the stages, so you never miss a note being played. The music runs like clockwork and in my two years of attending, I’ve not experienced one problem or delay. And that is amazing.

Triptykon Bassist

Did I mention the merch tents? Oh, dear Lord Satan, there is nothing quite like the merchandise at Deathfest. From vinyl to t-shirts to patches to books to bootleg music and dvd’s to hats and even hand-crafted jewelry, you can find just about anything to please your metal heart. There’s also a surprising variety of food trucks set up so you never go hungry or thirsty (there’s more beer than bands). And, on an additional note, the port-o-potties are some of the best I’ve ever been around. Yes, you read that right. Most even had handy hand-sanitizer dispensers in them. Now, over the course of the weekend, things can get ugly in there, but by and large, most of the metal folk are pretty courteous to one another.

There is one main venue, and that’s the Edison Lot, the place where I hung my hat for the weekend. But there’s more metal if you want it, and it goes down at the Baltimore Soundstage and Rams Head Live, where literally dozens more bands play before, concurrent, and after the Edison Lot. I’m not rich so I couldn’t afford a ticket to these other spots, but I heard great stories about these clubs, and they featured such bands as Jex Thoth, Conan, Yob, Ghoul, Napalm Death, Portal, D.R.I., and Melt Banana, to name a few.

For the most part, every band I saw was killer and if they weren’t, they were still pretty damned good. A lot of them were making their U.S. debut, even though many had been around for a long time. These bands would include Bulldozer, Vulcano, Primordial, Bloodbath and Arcturus, if my memory serves me right. And if it doesn’t, don’t hold it against me; my brain was rattled from three solid days of headbanging.

Some personal highlights for me: Triptykon was amazing, playing songs from the Celtic Frost days and some of their own tunes, as well as one Hellhammer song. Tom G. Warrior was incredible, and the lady playing bass stole my heart; so grim and brutal and yet so beautiful. It was great to finally see Primordial, Aura Noir, Vallenfyre, Twilight of the Gods, and Amorphis. And speaking of Amorphis, the event closers played their entire Tales From a Thousand Lakes album straight through. They were pretty damned incredible.

Aura NoirBut it’s not just the bands that make the event, there’s also the vendors and the fans. I want to give a big shout-out to the Relapse booth for not only being so cool and friendly, but for also having some affordable vinyl for sale. You can’t find records for $15 much anymore, and they were slinging them like hash-browns. And a special mention should be made towards Hell’s Headbangers, as well, for also having affordable product, and tons of it. But you know, it wasn’t just those two tents that rocked, all of them did, really. When I was frantically scrambling to buy an Emperor t-shirt for a friend of mine on Saturday night, all the booths were helpful and cool, sending me to different vendors where they thought they might have spotted one.

In short, if you’ve never been, you should go. It’s fun, there’s lots of great people-watching to do (you could stare at all the different battle vests all day long), and music that will shake your testicles and your ovaries.

And what about Speedo-Man? Well, last year he strolled around, soaking in the attention. And to be honest, because I’m mostly a hateful person, he got on my nerves. Who was this guy with the sculpted, bronzed body, and where did he get off thinking he was so damn cool? When he showed up again this year, I rolled my eyes. Was I going to have to put up with his narcissism once again? And was I the only one irritated by his arrogance?

Turns out, I wasn’t. In a cheap shot that I will always remember, this muscular dude standing in front of me during one of the shows spotted Speedo-Man in the mosh pit and said loudly, “Not again!”

When Speedo-Man danced by, the muscle dude shoved him hard, sending him flying through the pit. Speedo-Man crashed to the concrete and popped back up with a skinned elbow. He ran at the muscle guy, got into his face, yelled the words “Not cool, man!” and flipped him the bird. Then he wisely backed off and disappeared for a while, thinking it best to preserve his pretty face and physique for a possible return to next year’s fest. Muscle guy turned around and said to me, “I put up with his shit last year and I couldn’t take it anymore,” and then stalked away. And while it was a cheap shot and Speedo-Man probably didn’t deserve it, the entire section I was in applauded when it went down.

Such is life at a metal fest.

First thoughts: Eli Roth’s “KNOCK KNOCK” trailer

Eli Roth’s jungle cannibal flick, Green Inferno appears to be in official limbo, it’s studio (World View Entertainment) pulling it prior to its September 5th, 2014 release. While I have never been much of a fan for Roth’s films, his contributions to the extreme horror genre have been nothing less then generous, ushering sex, blood, and gore to the mainstream masses. And strange enough, mainstream America seems to welcome it with open arms.

Green Inferno looked different. It looked good. Now as it were, we have to wait. This is Hollywood, so it’s not a matter of if it will be released. It’s a matter of when.

In the mean time, the trailer hit for Roth’s next picture, “Knock Knock” staring Keanu Reeves hit a few days ago. Watch the trailer below. I’m still on the fence, but I’ll watch with baited breath, but in the meantime it looks like there’s no one home.