It’s not you, babe. It’s me. (Even though my friends all say it’s you.)
Arthur Brown is, in a word, the absolute freakin’ man. This is the guy who pretty much invented heavy metal. This is the guy whose last US tour was with the motherfucking Doors. Jimi MOTHERFUCKING Hendrix wanted to work with this cat. And yet a lot of people have forgotten who he is or the influence he had. Few people remember that when all is said and done there would be no corpse paint without Arthur Brown, and the big bellowing vocals which bands like Iron Maiden made metal famous for would never have evolved without the booming magic of I Put A Spell On You. There is something deeply, and wonderfully satanic about The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown. Something that can’t help but to enamor the listener simply because it represents a universe so uniquely alien to our own that to ignore its omnipotence would be totally remiss. So when Arthur Brown took the stage at New York City’s famous Le Poisson Rouge I couldn’t help but feel a sort of ripple in reality.
Our good buddy Rusty Shackleford wrote this guest post to implore that you watch 1983’s The Hunger.