Burning with a low blue flame

In Den land things took an unexpected detour down a dead end last week but with the schnoz firmly to the grindstone now he's back churning out his weekly editions of guff-like prattle and noise. So tune in those cab doors pop-pickers and open those windows on the eyeball pleasers...

First out of the traps is everyone's favourite crooner to be blown up by the Nazi's- Al Bowlly. He's been one of my £1 bargain LP snags of late and there's been a few docu's about him on Radio 2. They tell me this guy was the first vocalist to operate a hand mic...he's got a lot to answer for then...seriously under-rated everywhere but in S12 Al deserves your TLC.

Al Bowlly- Guilty

And on to the smokin' palamino that is Jane Russell singing I song I first heard on the isle of Maui last August, not only heard folks but actually learnt to play on the uke! So imagine my surprise when I found this version...Burly Q fans should look out for our July show for a little Hawaiian interlude!

Jane Russell- Lovely hula hands

What can I say about this flick? It would appear in Den's dictionary under 'Eyeball pleaser' for it's sheer beauty and stylized greatness along with the bizarre sight of Gene Kelly speaking French. However, it's a load of fluff that goes nowhere. The best bit comes 1o mins when Catherine Deneuve sings this ditty with her sis "Les Chanson des jumelles"...take it away gals...

Les demoiselles de Rochfort

Fall in and dig the happenings

Another Burly Q is firmily under the belt and with just 6 weeks 'til the next un I gotta start movin'. The ol' idea box has been boxed in by a number of bad cats this week. And in this case bad isn't as good as you could possibly get. Take it away, Den.

So first up this time is the mildly amusing Ruth Wallis who I snarfed up an album called (and I kid yea not) "French postcards set to music". Outrageous I guess at the time this (and the actual vinyl, which sounds more like an LP pressed on wet cardboard) hasn't aged particularly well. I'd like the think the working title for this ditty to the hay parlor was "Beard".

Ruth Wallis- Queer things

I've just finished flicking the paper on Nick Tosches 'Dino'. I asked my sidekick Cherry the other night what she thought a Dean Martin roast was and her reply involved Frank Sinatra and some dumb dolly from the Sands hotel circa 1962. Anyhow, in my head I had visions of Dean and all his show biz pals all scoffing nosh around a big table. We were both wrong it's this bizarro concept...I'm told by Tosches that there was some clever editing going on in some of these as they couldn't get 'em all together at the same time. Avoid the Sammy Davis episode for the usual black and jew gags. This one, however, rips apart America's oldest and most intelligent Prez...Fudge me this Rickles character looks more like the Thing than that bloke who works with my trouble and strife!

Don Rickles on Dean Martin's Roast...roasting Ronald Reagan

I'm a bit hit and miss when it comes to plugging what I dig in the world of burlesk. But with the Burly Q hangover biting my better half pointed me in the direction of the NY- based Nasty Canasta and her fanstastical ginchy fan-dance. I dig it. You should too!

Nasty Canasta- Fan dance

Playing bedwarmer

There's been a lot spilling from the ol' pie chopper recently and maybe one or two too many of the pies an' all. So I've got some more platters for ya from the good ol' tube with a bit of Elvis 70's style- glam, crap novelty records, a welcome return for Dino (just reading the Tosches biog) and the puppet master that is Leggy Pee (great moniker, gal!)

First outta the traps is perhaps the ugliest bunch of mugs this side of Uggville. The guy with the girls hair and earrings kills me. I have this fantasy Elvis Lp where he records some stuff from the seventies...this is one 'em. These munters are coming up on the rails in Chez Den...

Mud- Rocket

I make no apologies for this stinker of a tune. I recently DJ'd at a dance- craze themed night which featured novelty sides a go-go but thankfully not this one. It's worth watching to see Ted's huge arms flapping in the breeze. This guy's got mits like a wicket-keepers gloves! I wonder what 'Wesley' is like...then again, mebbe not.

Ted Cassidy- The lurch

The mid-60's Dino is unfairly dissed by Tosches and even the early 80's had it's ups in Den's book...(I admit it- I love Cannonball Run...! it ain't no sin to take your skin off and dance around in your bones...!). Anyway, Den's sibling has this side tucked away in the attic and I tried to find the ever elusive 'Shades' but no dice so hear Dean do Motown people...

Dean Martin- The tracks of my tears

A great stage name and Leggy pulling off the difficult trick of making something hard look easy. I'm never sure if the folks get it tho as they fall into the trap of thinking that she's just trotting out some bilge. Judge for yourselves but I like it!

Miss Leggy Pee