/ Stripper, Miss Sata Lyte, in her dressing room, 1962. Photo by Diane Arbus /
After an ultra-lengthy absence, Saturday 12 December 2015
found me back behind the DJ decks for Dr Sketchy. Checking my records, the last
time I DJ’d at a Dr Sketchy’s Anti-Art School (“where life drawing meets
cabaret”) was May 2014. Since then, Dr Sketchy has continued at various venues
after the residency at The Royal Vauxhall Tavern ended but none of them had DJ’ing
facilities so my services weren’t required.
Now it looks like Dr Sketchy has re-located to the bijou Mondo Tiki basement
Bamboo Lounge of Fontaine’s in Dalston (hopefully permanently!) so happily I was back on board.
To paraphrase my patron saint Jayne Mansfield, it felt
divoon to be DJ’ing at Dr Sketchy’s again. For one thing, I had accumulated a
backlog of bump’n’grind tittyshaker stripper music I was dying to play and I
finally had a context for it! The plush and intimate Polynesian surroundings of
the Bamboo Lounge provided the ideal setting for Dr Sketchy. Intoxicated by
Fontaine’s potent cocktails, the enthusiastic sold-out crowd were ripe for an
afternoon of adult "blue" humour, anything-goes drawing, cheeky onstage virtual nudity and daytime drinking.
Best of all was the glittering line-up of talent on the
bill. Effervescent mistress of the ukulele Tricity Vogue was the tightly-corseted,
blue-wigged mistress of ceremonies. A real trooper, Tricity battled-on despite being
struck down with a cold and laryngitis. She told me at one point she had two
more gigs later that day where she had to sing. With her hoarse and raspy croak of a voice, I helpfully
proposed Tricity change her act into a tribute to Marianne Faithfull.
The two featured models and performers for this Dr
Sketchy were Marianne Cheesecake and Trixie Malicious. Two equally great burlesque artists with
completely different contrasting personas and approaches, which inspired the music I played for their
poses. I’d never had the pleasure of working with Trixie – aka The Blonde Who
Really Does Have More Fun – before. She evokes platinum blonde 1950s rock’n’roll
bad girls (think bullet bra'd Russ Meyer starlets or the vixens from sordid pulp
novel front covers come to life). Tracks by sex bombs like Mamie Van Doren, Jayne
Mansfield and Brigitte Bardot, The Cramps and the opening theme tune from
Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! therefore felt obligatory.
/ Trixie Malicious and Marianne Cheesecake. Photo swiped from Facebook! /
Noteworthy date: 11 January 2016 represents the first anniversary of the death of the truly statuesque and Amazonian Swedish-Italian actress Anita Ekberg (29 September 1931 – 11 January 2015). In truth few of Ekberg’s 1950s Hollywood films are memorable (with the exception maybe of the lurid 1958 exploitation B-movie Screaming Mimi in which Ekberg plays a stripper menaced by a serial killer). Her appearance in Federico Fellini’s decadent masterpiece La Dolce Vita (1960), though – frolicking in Rome’s Trevi fountain - ensured Ekberg immortality. I wonder if this revealing glamour shot squeaked past the Hollywood censors in the 1950s? (It's got to be said - those are great raspberries!).
Love Song of the Nile - Korla Pandit
Wimoweh - Yma Sumac
Kismiaz - The Cramps
Quiet Village - Martin Denny
Monkey Bird - The Revels
La-bas c'est naturel - Serge Gainsbourg
Mau Mau - The Fabulous Wailers
Lust - Bas Sheva
Coconut Water - Robert Mitchum
Don' Wanna - Wanda Jackson
Go Calypso - Mamie Van Doren
Beatnik - The Champs
Fujiyama Mama - Annisteen Allen
Vesuvius - The Revels
One Monkey Don't Stop No Show - Big Maybelle
Honey Rock - Barney Kessel
Tonight You Belong to Me - Patience and Prudence
Little Things Mean a Lot - Jayne Mansfield
Life is But a Dream - The Harptones
I Want Your Love - The Cruisers
Night Scene - The Rumblers
Bombora - The Original Surf-aris
Drive Daddy Drive - Little Sylvia
Sometimes I Wish I Had A Gun - Mink Stole
Tough Chick - The Rockbusters
Beat Girl - ZZ und der Maskers
What's Inside a Girl? The Cramps
Harley Davidson - Brigitte Bardot
It's a Gas - The Rumblers
Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! The Bossweeds
Ooh! Look-a There Ain't She Pretty? Bill Haley and His Comets
The Girl Who Invented Rock'n'Roll - Mamie Van Doren
I Walk Like Jayne Mansfield - The 5,6,7,8s
That Makes It - Jayne Mansfield
Wiped-Out - The Escorts
Here Comes the Bug - The Rumblers
No Good Lover - Mickey and Sylvia
Sheba - Johnny and The Hurricanes
The Flirt - Shirley and Lee
Sittin' in the Balcony - Masaaki Hirao
Love Potion # 9 - Nancy Sit
How Much Love Can One Heart Hold? Joe Perkins and The Rookies
Boss - The Rumblers
Chicken Grabber - The Nite Hawks
Night Flight - The Viscounts
Hiasmina - Jean Seberg
Blue Velvet - Isabella Rossellini
Where Flamingos Fly - Linda Lawson
Lazy - The Nuns
Blue Velvet - Lana Del Rey
Perdita - Rubber City
I'm a Woman - Peggy Lee
The Girl Can't Help It - Little Richard
Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt
Mack the Knife - Hildegard Knef
La Javanaise - Juliette Greco
Chattanooga Choo-Choo - Denise Darcel
Further reading:
The next Dr Sketchy at Fontaine's is likely to be circa Valentine's Day in February 2016. I'll post the details once they're confirmed.
Upcoming Lobotomy Room-related antics for your social calendar:
Hey! Did you know about Fontaine’s free weekly film club? As
winter draws in, how better to break the monotony on a Wednesday night than
watch a free film, drink cocktails and eat canapés in the plush and intimate
environs of Fontaine’s basement Bamboo Lounge? As host and DJ of the regular monthly
Mondo Trasho punkabilly club night Lobotomy Room (last Friday of every month
downstairs in the Bamboo Lounge!), I – Graham Russell - will occasionally crash
the proceedings and screen a rancid film of my choice!
The featured presentation this (Wednesday 27 January) month will be the ultra-lurid
1964 juvenile delinquent exploitation psychodrama Kitten with a Whip (1964) –
starring quintessential atomic-era sex kitten-gone-berserk Ann-Margret. This sleazy
little black and white B-movie urgently poses the question: why do the sweetest
kittens have the sharpest claws? Fresh from cavorting with Elvis in Viva
Las Vegas, red-headed vixen Ann-Margret plays a vicious teenage sociopath escaped
from her high-security juvenile detention centre – who then takes hostage and
torments straight-laced local politician John Forsythe in his palatial suburban
dream house. (Yes – a cardigan-wearing and still dark-haired John Forsythe as
in Dynasty’s silver fox Blake Carrington). From there, Ann-Margret’s gang of
thug friends turn up – and things just get wilder!
Don’t miss this rare opportunity to catch this should-be
cult classick and genuine curiosity: Kitten with a Whip is not available on DVD
in this country and never crops up on TV. It’s got it all: a genuinely feral
wild child performance from Ann-Margret at the height of her bad girl beauty,
dramatic shadowy film noir photography, a finger- snapping Henry Mancini-style cool
jazz score and cringe-worthy faux beatnik hepcat dialogue galore. (Samples:
“Ooh! Everything’s so creamy! Kill me quick, I never had it so good!” “How come
you think you’re such a smoky something when you’re so nothing painted blue?” “Now
cool it, you creep, and co-exist!” “Hands off, buster! Don’t you ever bruise me
... God knows what I might do to you if you ever bruise me.”).
Perhaps the highest compliment of all? Kitten with a Whip is
a sentimental favourite of John Waters’. (In 2011 he introduced a screening of
it at Anthology Film Archives in New York).
He’s described it as “almost like a Russ Meyer movie, an early one, only
without as much tits” and reminisced, “Divine and I saw this movie together,
definitely. Several times, actually. And he loved it, too. It was very much a
big influence on us. And in 1964, I was a senior in high school, so on LSD, so
angry, so insane, and so it came at one of the most insane periods of my life
as far as being a disturbed teenager. I mean, we wanted to be Ann-Margret! Divine
was my Kitten with a Whip, in a weird way.”
/ Look deep into my eyes ... you will come to the next Lobotomy Room ... /
Revel in sleaze, voodoo and rock’n’roll - when LOBOTOMY ROOM returns to the subterranean Bamboo Lounge of Art Deco vice palace Fontaine’s! Friday 29 January!
LOBOTOMY ROOM! Where sin lives! A punkabilly booze party! A spectacle of decadence! Bad Music for Bad People! A Mondo Trasho evening of Beat, Beat Beatsville Beatnik Rock’n’Roll! Rockabilly Psychosis! Wailing Rhythm and Blues! Twisted Tittyshakers! Punk Cretin Hops! Kitsch! Exotica! Curiosities and other Weird Shit! Think John Waters soundtracks, or Songs The Cramps Taught Us, hosted by Graham Russell (of Dr. Sketchy London and Cockabilly notoriety). Expect desperate stabs from the jukebox jungle! Savage rhythms to make you writhe and rock! Now with vintage erotica projected on the wall for your adult viewing pleasure!
Admission: gratuit - that’s French for FREE!
Lobotomy Room: Faster. Further. Filthier.
It’s sleazy. It’s grubby. It’s trashy - you’ll love it!
A tawdry good time guaranteed!
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It’s sleazy. It’s grubby. It’s trashy - you’ll love it!
A tawdry good time guaranteed!
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