03.22.10
Tea & Strumpets
Kim Fowley wouldn’t be Kim Fowley if he wasn’t ready for The Runaways movie promotion with some product of his own devise.
And more’s the pity, the mainstream press has declined to bite.
All this falls under the name of Black Room Doom, Fowley’s newest project — a fake rock band/movie/art/music shtick — starring young girls. And the man himself.
Even though you might not, I’d buy a record with stuff like this on it. Well, maybe at least half of it. It occurs I may be admitting too much here.
The pieces are short bits of dirt rock art for discerning porn store shoppers, suitably inappropriate and uncomfortable, as much funny and catchy as they are icky. (No X-bits but may thematically be injurious at work if caught viewing them.)
Iggy Pop can’t make stuff this entertaining these days, you betcha.
If Joan Jett and The Runaways can have retrospective packages, surely there must be room on the plate for “Cheerleader for the Damned” and “Road Hog,” too.
And this — “Kim Vincent Fowley” may be the best autobiographical rock song, ever. At least this week, easy.