The other night I was watching an old VHS compilation of about an hours worth of wild movie trailers from Audubon Films, the New York-based distribution company of stylish, high class erotic filmmaker Radley Metzger (no relation) in the 60s and 70s. Metzger had an especially good eye for well-made softcore erotica and even the Audubon films that he didn’t direct, but merely released, had the same fantastic art direction, groovy soundtracks, lush cinematography and smokin’ hot Eurobabes his own films were known for. It occurred to me that since that VHS had come out in the early 1990s, probably most of the Audubon Films catalog had been released by enterprising DVD companies specializing in “underground” cult movie fare. (Hell, the widely seen Audubon trailers video probably inspired many young fans of mondo cinema to grow up and start these very same companies in order to release the films they themselves wanted to get their hands on so badly).

It’s interesting to note that although Japan most certainly did produce some outlandishly weird and sick films then (and now) Metzger’s company picked up few of them for American audiences. Perhaps US filmgoers, even the most jaded, weren’t ready for films like The Weird Love Makers and Madame O.

The Weird Love Makers is a violence for the sake of violence tale of two thugs and a hooker who get out of jail and then do horrible things to the people who put them in the pokey. It’s unimaginable that this film, made in 1960, could have gotten very far when Audobon Films released it in America in 1963!
 

 

 
And then there is Madame O (AKA Zoku akutokui: Joi-hen (or, roughly, “Vicious Female Doctor Part 2”—a sequel to “Vice Doctor – Maternity and Gynecology Department Dairy,” a film now thought lost). A young girl is raped by three boys. She gets pregnant and contracts a venereal disease. She later becomes a respected gynecologist, but has twisted impulses, a homicidal rage towards men and a penchant for violent sex ending in her unconscious victims being given her syphilis via a cotton swab!
 

 
That just ain’t right.

 
I can’t tell if this vintage ad is from the 70s or early-80s. Either way it is “Superbly sculptured by a European artist, it’s a masterpiece of lightweight, micro-processor technology.” I’m sold. 

Nipples and lady bits not included.

(via Uncle Sid)

 
Amanda Palmer and Peaches celebrate the power of pussy, body hair and letting it all hang out in this new club mix of “Map Of Tasmania.”

Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
That’s so whack, it hurts with the stubble
Walking ’round and look like an eight-year-old

I say grow that shit like a jungle
Give ‘em something strong to hold onto
Let it fly in the open wind
If it get too bushy, you can trim

These ladies have got to cover Musique’s “In The Bush.”
 

 
Via Nerdcore

 
A couple of days ago, Taschen sent me a review copy of the new trade edition of their infamous 2007 publication, Vanessa Del Rio: Fifty Years of Slightly Slutty Behavior, an autobiography cum coffetable art book dedicated to the life and career of the legendarily nasty 70s porn star, and edited by Taschen’s “sex editor” Dian Hanson.

Vanessa Del Rio: Fifty Years of Slightly Slutty Behavior is one of the most extraordinary pop culture products that I have ever beheld. It’s also one of the filthiest things I’ve ever seen. At once, it’s a gorgeous and glossy volume, a high class, high end, object and just the nastiest and most prurient porn you can possibly imagine. That’s a neat trick and no mean feat to pull off. The 1970s vintage of most of the photographs is probably what allows this enterprise to (just barely) be categorized as “acceptable,” because there was zero attempt made to censor any of it, I can assure you.

The book is a heavy, oversized 12” by 12”, full-color, 328 page paean to the pussy power of one of the most sex-crazed super sluts who has ever lived. Let me rephrase that, Vanessa Del Rio is a self-created sex-crazed super slut, someone who foresaw her future slut-dom whilst still in her early teens. She became who who wanted to be, that much can’t be argued. The exploits documented here (street-walking in Times Square, bondage films, steroid abuse, jail time) would see a sailor blush, and yet, in Del Rio’s voice (captured well here), her mis-adventures command respect. The woman is hardcore! Say what you want, this hot and spicy Latina chica from the Bronx sucked in what life had to offer her and she swallowed every last drop.

It would be tempting to call Vanessa Del Rio: Fifty Years of Slightly Slutty Behavior a “survivor’s tale,” but it’s not anything of the sort. It’s the story of one of life’s winners and in Del Rio’s case, she’s beat the game on her own terms and no else else’s. Her tale is a fascinating one and now it’s been set down for posterity in this wild, wild book. It’s not for everybody, certainly not, but if you suspect this book might be for you, then it probably is!

The deluxe edition of Vanessa Del Rio: Fifty Years of Slightly Slutty Behavior consists of 200 copies, which sell for a whopping $1500. Each comes in a special box, is signed by Del Rio and contains a lithograph of her drawn and signed by Robert Crumb. It also comes with a DVD, which includes several of her most notable sex scenes and anecdotes about some of her wildest sexual experiences. There are additionally 1300 copies that sell for $700 each. These are signed by Del Rio, but lack the Crumb litho. In one of these 1500 copies there lurks a gold lottery ticket ala Charlie and the Chocolate Factory whereby the winner gets an all-expenses-paid night “out on the town” (read into that what you will) with Vanessa Del Rio, to be captured on film by a noted photographer (probably noted pervy photographer Terry Richardson, who took photos in 2005 of Del Rio as she sucked his dick). As of today, the winning ticket remains unclaimed. The trade version is a bargain at $59.95, but no gold ticket, sorry.

That she can take images that were once sold from under the counter in Times Square smut shops and denounced by the Meese Commission and somehow recontextualize them as art or anthropology and as something palatable enough to be sold in respectable bookstores is a testament to Dian Hanson’s editorial genius. And that he entrusts and supports Hanson to do such work is a tribute, too, to Benedikt Taschen’s prowess and creativity as a businessman. To turn this it doesn’t get any filthier 70s smut into a $1500 coffeetable book is an alchemical transmutation of considerable brilliance.

The clip below is NSFW, so be warned!
 

To celebrate the engagement of Prince William of Wales to Ms. Catherine Elizabeth Middleton, Crown Jewels Condoms of Distinction has commissioned a unique heritage edition Royal Wedding Souvenir boîte de capotes.

Combining the strength of a Prince with the yielding sensitivity of a Princess-to-be, Crown Jewels condoms promise a royal union of pleasure. Truly a King amongst Condoms.

Includes a collectable portrait of the Royal Couple as they might appear on their wedding day – exclusively created for Crown Jewels.

One pack (3 condoms) goes for £5.00 and a three pack (9 condoms) is £13.50.

(via Nerdcore )

 
Vittorio De Sisti’s Naked England (Inghilterra Nuda) from 1969 looks like mondo trash at its finest. But good luck finding it on DVD or video. For now, this wild little trailer will have to do.

Drugs, drag queens, nude psychotherapy, tutorials on stripping, trepanation, women wreastling (sic), disco churches and a soundtrack by Piero Piccioni, a suspected murderer who himself would be a suitable subject for Naked England, is an irresistible mix that makes this flick a perfect candidate for restoration and a digital release.

Narrated by English sword and sandal star Edmund Purdom.

Anybody know where I can get my hands on a copy?
 

 
Living legend, Genesis Breyer P-Orridge, will be delivering a lecture in the “Artists on Art” series at the Rubin Museum of Art, 150 W. 17th St. (near 7th Ave) in New York City this Friday at 6:15 p.m.

From a new Q&A with hir majesty on Vulture:

What’s the last thing you saw on Broadway?
Fosse, which was stunning!

Do you give money to panhandlers?
Sometimes. If they look old enough for homelessness to be a semi-permanent state, women with kids. Once in a while I give $20 just so there’s a chance it’s useful.

What’s your drink?
Mimosa with a good quality Rose Champagne.

How often do you prepare your own meals?
97 percent of the time as I live alone.

What’s your favorite medication?
A deep undisturbed night’s sleep.

What’s hanging above your sofa?
Nothing; I don’t have a sofa.

How much is too much to spend on a haircut?
Haircuts are luxuries and as such should be as expensive as you can possibly afford. I get mine at Seagull in Greenwich Village or recently by Ashlee of Hair Metal at my apartment. Celebrity haircuts are one of the great perks of even a little media profile.

Read more: Genesis P-Orridge Would Like to Hitch a Horse to the New York Post (NY Mag)

Below, a late 2009 interview with Genesis Breyer P-Orridge
 

Four On The Floor in the studio.
 
In 2006 Jayne County, Ginger Coyote, Cherry Vanilla and Holly Woodlawn, under the name of Four On The Floor, gave The Shirelles 1960 record “Boys” the Superstar treatment. Trashy good fun from pop culture immortals.

The notorious Ginger Coyote of Punk Globe Magazine and The White Trash Debutantes  was nice enough to share with me a bit of info about the recording session that spawned “Boys.”

Jayne and I wanted to do a joint recording project so when Jayne came to Los Angeles we went into rehearsals with the band Jasten King on Guitar, Brian Hill on drums and the late Willy Graves on bass. The White Trash Debutantes had written and recorded a song called Punk Rak RepubliKKKan. I played it for Jayne and she liked it but felt punk rock was to limiting so she re-wrote the lyrics and we decided that Rock n Roll RepubliKKKan would work.. She also had another song she really wanted to record and that was “Transgeneration” about how Transgender people have been put in very high regard in many cultures in history. Sadly, they have not gotten the fair shake from Christianity.. It is a call to let people know that Transgender people will not take the Bullshit anymore… The third song we recorded we enlisted the fabulous Cherry Vanilla and Holly Woodlawn to record a cover of “Boys”.. It become such a fun song to record we added Constance Cooper and Don Bolles (Germs) on the recording… Making an extended version of the song…. There was a Video made of the last days recording….. It was a great recording session and we got alot done in just a few days…”

Here’s Four On The Floor’s “Boys” with lots of boys.
 

 

 
 
 

 
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