From the Facebook events page:
Drag a comb through your quiff, swallow a fistful of bop pills and rock around the cock – at COCKABILLY! Wednesday 11 May 2016 in the louche surroundings of Bloc Bar in Camden! And every second Wednesday night of the month thereafter!
Leather boys, gay greasers, cry-babies, prison wives and juvenile delinquents of all ages are welcome at Cockabilly - London’s only regular queer rockabilly night! With DJ Mal Nicholson and I (Graham Russell) spinning all your favourite rancid vintage sleaze classicks! Think rockabilly, rhythm and blues, surf, punk and tittyshakers! Daring and virile! Chains, whips, knives and leather belts all swished around together in bone-jarring rock and roll! Way-out sex and sin for those who like it that way!
Bloc Bar: 18 Kentish Town Road London NW1
8-midnight
FREE
/ This month has been an emotional roller-coaster
for fans of the fabulous Bronze Liberace, Little Richard. Prompted by a perhaps
hasty Facebook update from Bootsy Collins (“Lil-Richard needs our love &
understanding right now … he is not in the best of health so I ask all the
Funkateers to lift him up”) on 28 April 2016, the internet was abuzz with
speculation the 83-year old Georgia Peach was gravely ill. Certainly when I saw
a frail Little Richard perform at the Viva Las Vegas rockabilly weekender in 2013 he was visibly (and
audibly) ailing. On 3 May, Little Richard’s attorney was forced to make an official statement assuring everyone that in fact his
client was most definitely not on his deathbed. “I don’t perform like I
used to”, an aggrieved Richard is quoted. “But I have my singing voice, I walk
around, I had hip surgery a while ago but I’m healthy.’“ Phew! Still, it was gratifying to see the outpouring
of love, concern and affection for Little Richard – the freakiest and queerest
of rock’n’roll’s original pioneers. Little Richard is, of course, one of the
essential faces and voices of Cockabilly. (I played his his version of
"Rip It Up" at this installment of Cockabilly). All hail the kween! /
Second Wednesday of the month can only mean one thing –
Cockabilly at Bloc Bar! Between us Mal and I whipped-up a menacing roar of
rockabilly psychosis and my vintage beefcake homo porn looked sin-sational
projected on Bloc Bar’s big screen.
I won’t lie: the crowd this month was small. But it was interesting!
Some attendees in particular caught my attention from the DJ booth. A middle-aged black guy sporting a baseball
cap and faded eighties-style double denim entered. My initial impression was:
no gay vibe, but a definite authentic sleaze vibe. I noticed he was alone, but
ordered three drinks. Within minutes he
was joined by two tough-as-nails, been-around-the-block women in short skirts
and heavy make-up. I kept glancing at the trio as I DJ’d and finally the nature of their relationship dawned
on me: they were two “working girls” and he was their pimp (or john). Finally – my kind of clientele! They were
like escapees from one of my favourite New Orleans dive bars, The Double Play.
Very John Rechy, very City of Night! At one point I cranked up a frantic surf instrumental and the two women jumped up and began gyrating to it, right in front of the flickering homoerotic sixties physique porn. Later - when Mal was DJ'ing - their hipness quotient dropped substantially when one of them requested some Pink or Lily Allen.
Anyway, here is what I played:
Anyway, here is what I played:
Jane in the Jungle - The 5,6,7,8s
Tough Bounce - The Fabulous Wailers
Ain't That Loving You, Baby - The Earls of Suave
I Will Follow Him - Little Peggy March
Little Miss Understood - Connie Stevens
Wipe Out - The Surfaris
Dragon Walk - The Noblemen
Tornado - Dale Hawkins
Here Comes the Bug - The Rumblers
Jim Dandy - Ann-Margret
Vesuvius - The Revels
Lucille- Masaaki Hirao
Rip It Up - Little Richard
Boss - The Rumblers
Year One - X
The Swag - Link Wray
Goodbye So Long - Ike and Tina Turner
Rockin' the Joint - Esquerita
Bombora - The Original Surf-aris
Drive Daddy Drive - Little Sylvia
Wiped Out - The Escorts
Chicken Grabber - The Nite Hawks
Chicken - The Cramps
Viva Las Vegas - Nina Hagen
Johnny Hit and Run Pauline - The Ramonetures
/ As usual, you get a reward for reading this far /
Upcoming Lobotomy Room dates for your social calendar:
Wednesday 25 May 2016: As host and DJ of the regular monthly Mondo Trasho punkabilly club night Lobotomy Room, I – Graham Russell - will occasionally crash Fontaine’s free weekly film night and screen a rancid title of my choice, with an emphasis on the cult, the queer and the camp! The Lobotomy Room Goes to the Movies film club selection in May is … The Valley of The Dolls! Wednesday 25 May!
“You have to climb Mount Everest … to get to The Valley of The Dolls.” Before Mommie Dearest … before Showgirls … the original “What the hell were they thinking?” Bad Movie We Love was The Valley of the Dolls. (Or Vallée des poupées if you want to get all French about it). A perennial favourite of drag queens and a cult classic for connoisseurs of kitsch, the unintentionally hilarious and wildly entertaining 1967 film adaptation of Jacqueline Susann’s lurid 1966 bestseller took the already trashy source material – and went even tawdrier with it! (At the film’s premiere, an outraged Susann reportedly called the film “a piece of shit!”).
A cautionary tale about the perils of show business, it follows the travails of three ambitious casualties of the glamour jungle: friends Anne, Neely and Jennifer. (The “dolls” of the title refer to the fistfuls of uppers and downers the characters pop like Tic Tacs throughout – usually washed down with booze).The Valley of The Dolls packs everything discriminating thrill-seekers demand in its lunatic two hours: hammy performances, pill-popping, bouffant wigs, catfights, slurring drunken scenes, rehab, drug-fueled meltdowns and crap-tastic musical numbers.
This screening is dedicated to the memory of Dolls’ recently deceased-leading lady Patty Duke (14 December 1946 – 29 March 2016). Former child star Duke is rivetingly awful rampaging through the role of Neely O’Hara, a scenery-chewing performance so berserk it can be favourably likened to Ann-Margret’s in Kitten with a Whip. Get yourself a stiff drink and strap yourselves in for a wild ride when Lobotomy Room Goes to the Movies presents The Valley of The Dolls!
As usual: arrive circa 8 pm to order your drinks and grab the best seats. The film starts at 8:30 pm prompt. The Bamboo Lounge seats about 22 people. If you’re feeling proactive, contact Fontaine’s to reserve a seat in advance: email ruby@fontaines.bar or call 07718 000546. Events page
Friday 27 May 2016: Oh god, it's happening again ... the next Lobotomy Room club night. Events page.
Further reading:
Read about all the previous antics at Lobotomy Rooms to date here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here , here, here, here, here, here, here and here.
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