Vampires Of Dartmoore, The
Dracula's Music CabinetFinders Keepers
FKR 019X LP
***Finders Keepers presents this uber-rare soundtrack to a film that never existed, performed by an imaginary pop group. Incredible Polanski inspired German hip-hop psychsploitation beats from 1969. You couldn't script it... You are nineteen minutes and twenty-two seconds in to your peak-season cruise around the kraut-schlock peripheries. To say the trip has been an eventful one would be an understatement—you don't know what to expect next and your 12"x12" Germanic tour guide has proved quite unreliable thus far. As your diamond tipped vessel maneuvers through the grooves of your ninth horrific attraction (entitled The Soaked Body ) the soundtrack awkwardly becomes background music and you are overcome with the sound of gushing water... "Help!" you think sarcastically, the music, or is that muzak, is drowning! This is the movie soundtrack to a film that never existed. This is the movie soundtrack by the band that was never requested. These were the sound library musicians who had to invent their own clients and imaginary cast, crew and plot to get their music heard, by a niche audience, before floating deep into the depths of the rare record reservoir gasping for breath. To take a cinematic cue the record in question is the Eurotrash pop equivalent of Jean Renoir 's tragic/triumphant Boudu character who as a homeless, confused, and desolate down-and-out plunged to the depths to be unwillingly rescued, resuscitated then after gradually winning the hearts of an entire family becomes respected and revered as royalty. Over twenty years after the mad scientists, Dr. Horst and Ackermann, first breathed life into this short-lived beast, brave and intrepid vinyl explorers have sporadically returned to the doors of Dracula's Music Cabinet to resurrect the sonic spooks and mutated melodies to share with nerds, mods, rockers, hip hoppers, psych nuts, and krautsiders alike. The lifeless corpses of The Vampires Of Dartmoore that lay six feet beneath the belly of the Eins Deutschmark bins has since crept through the record collections of the aforementioned social circles devouring continental currencies and demanding random ransoms of ?250 plus, not to mention sweat, tears (of laughter) and a lot of blood.