One of British television’s great creations, George Bulman first appeared on the small screen in 1976, in Granada Television’s hard edged crime series, The XYY Man, based on the books by Kenneth Royce. The XYY Man in question was a cat burglar called Spider Scott who was trying to go straight but regularly ended up getting caught in the MI5’s grubby web.
Directed by William Crain Starring William Marshall, Gordon Pinsent, Thalmus Rasulala, Vonetta McGee, and Denise Nicholas Blacula was released in 1972 to mixed reviews but ended up as one of the top grossing films that year with over a million dollars in ticket sales. It also launched a subgenre within the blaxploitation genre — the blaxploitation horror film.
Here’s what their band page says about Coma Stereo:
“Coma Stereo is a Slovenian (trans) galactic 4 piece unit. Harboured in Maribor’s cultural centre Pekarna and on many stages across Balkan and Europe. Under their belts are 3 full length albums recorded at the analogue Kramasonik studio in Zagreb. A powerfull rhythm section, floating guitar sounds and spacey synth oscillations.”
But it is not true. They are in fact from Space.
Jason Michel had a Close Encounter Of The Coma Stereo Kind!
It is pleasure and honor to introduce Pulp Metal Magazine readers to a true inspiration child of the imagination. She is a producer, scriptwriter, and actress, but most of all she is a storyteller. Ladies and gentlemen, vixens and wolves, meet Yelena Sabel.
Long-time followers of this here quality magazine for the finer afficinado of PULP will know the name Richard Godwin & know that his writing holds a special place in PMM’sblack little heart. So, when Richard told me that he was releasing yet another dangerous little gem, I offered him an interview & a chance to say his piece …
Lord Wilton – Wiltie to his many friends, though whether they are fair-weather or not is up for discussion, but not perhaps during this story – lifts his head and looks at his tormentor. He cannot see very well, as one of his eyes is fully closed and blood runs from a wound at his scalp into the other. His face is a mess, and the blood has dripped onto his smart evening wear, Continue reading Whiff of Poe by Katy O’Dowd→