"If plants can communicate, what are they saying?" Hold up, spaceman, you're jumping ahead of yourself. Perhaps you should posit the likelihood of the first part of your question before going further. But it goes much, much further, culminating in a researcher hooking up a plant to a polygraph and cutting his own hand with a scalpel to see if the plant responds, with encouraging results. Wow.
I watched this show all the time as a little kid, and regarded it as a science program, but that was before I could think critically. It's completely insane. But it's also very entertaining, and the synthesizer score by Rinder and Lewis is top notch.
Frankensynth (voltage controlled modular), Chimera BC16 (digital patch synth), Roland TR33 rhythm machine.
Frankensampler (circuit-bent Casio SK-1 toy keyboard)
Frankensynth, Frankensampler, bowed guitar
Two live solo recordings. Trying a new way of embedding music files. If the player isn't visible, give it a minute to load.
Now for sale in my Etsy store, The Elderizer: an electric air freshener in the likeness of an Elder Thing, as so fearfully described in the Necronomicon of Abdul Alhazred, as well as the famed correspondence to Miskatonic University from the Mountains of Madness.
Standing six inches tall with an eight-inch armspan and cast in urethane with acrylic paint, this sculpture also houses an electric oil warmer. Plug in the AC cable, and within minutes from the top of its eldritch head there will emit an effluence of miasmal gases so nauseous that you will start back in horror.
The oil is contained in a glass bottle that, when empty, may be removed and replaced. It's a proprietary system by a major manufacturer, so new pre-filled bottles in several different aromas are available at any big box store in America that sells a lot of stupid stuff. You'll get yours with an unopened bottle of scented oil to install yourself. Buy it HERE.
But wait… I have a special offer for Futurechimp readers. Buy an Elderizer, or any other item in my store that costs, say, over $50, and I'll give you this free brooch:
cast in glow-in-the-dark resin, this fashion accessory will make you the talk of the town. Too ugly and dumb to sell in my etsy shop, but if you're a reader of this blog you might like it. Just request one in the special instructions box of your order and I'll send it right out.
Its a dumb title, but give it a chance. When it distributed theatrically in Europe, some markets renamed it Children of the Eclipse, a more apt description. The whole premise is rooted in goofball trendy 70's astrology; three kids in a town are born simultaneously during during an eclipse in 1970. Saturn, which controls emotions, is blocked by the sun and moon. Ergo, anyone born during this eclipse lacks empathy, and a decade later on their tenth birthday they all turn homicidal.
The period details are excellent. Maybe its appeal for me is partially because I was also born around 1970, and by my tenth birthday I had a morbid-yet-gleeful obsession with horror movies. These youngsters are speaking my language. And it's very un-P.C, with the children getting into all sorts of pervy mischief (lots of gratuitous topless scenes) along with the atypical scenario of them killing their families for fun. It's like Phantasm, but with the protagonists and antagonists reversed.
Despite the grim theme, Bloody Birthday maintains an almost playful atmosphere. It doesn't hurt that the kid actors aren't at all convincing. Overall it's not well enough directed to be offensive or disturbing, so it plays out like a twisted episode of The Brady Bunch.
If you have Netflix, it's streaming over here.