Today is Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday! You would think that there would be a hundred music videos based on the writings of Edgar Allan Poe. Well, you would be wrong. While Poe’s work has inspired countless musicians (and there have been several songs based on his work), there aren’t many “official” music videos of those songs.
However, there is a band that was not only influenced by Poe but which proudly displays that influence. Edgar Allan Poets is a Los Angeles band that lists its two greatest influences as being Poe and Hitchcock. This video is for their song Old Black Clown.
Iron Maiden’s “The Number of the Beast” has always been more than its fire-and-brimstone title suggests — it’s paranoia turned into power. The song’s galloping riffs and Bruce Dickinson’s almost theatrical wail capture the feeling of witnessing something apocalyptic yet beautiful. In the context of 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple, that sense of awe and fear fits perfectly with the film’s tone. The track mirrors the world’s collapse into ritual madness — humanity trying to reframe its pain through cultish belief, just as Maiden’s lyrics dance between religious imagery and sheer existential panic.
There’s also a rhythm to the song that mirrors how The Bone Temple paces its moments of horror and release. The pounding drums feel like the heartbeat of survivors, racing through collapsed cities while their faith in reason splinters. Just as Iron Maiden’s piece builds to a manic crescendo, the film layers intensity until chaos feels almost sacred. The chorus could easily underscore the movie’s climactic sequences — not as a literal choice, but emotionally, where fascination with evil becomes indistinguishable from fear.
What ties them together most is their shared refusal to moralize the apocalypse. Iron Maiden tells a story about vision and hysteria — not right or wrong — and The Bone Temple does the same, showing how people build new devotions in the ashes of old systems. Both suggest that when we stare into horror long enough, it stares back with rhythm and purpose. In that way, “The Number of the Beast” isn’t just an anthem of terror; it’s a hymn for the end of reason — making it the perfect spiritual soundtrack for this chapter of the 28 Years Later world.
The Number of the Beast
Woe to you, o’er Earth and Sea For the Devil sends the beast with wrath Because he knows the time is short Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast For it is a human number Its number is six hundred and sixty six
I left alone, my mind was blank I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind What did I see? Can I believe that what I saw That night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw, in my old dreams, were they Reflections of my warped mind staring back at me? Cause in my dreams, it’s always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair
Yeah!
The night was black, was no use holding back Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of hell?
666 the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were phrased As they start to cry, hands held to the sky In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has begun, Satan’s work is done
666 the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can’t go on, I must inform the law Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes They seem to mesmerize, can’t avoid their eyes
666 the number of the beast 666 the one for you and me
I’m coming back, I will return And I’ll possess your body and I’ll make you burn I have the fire, I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
Snow? We have no snow. However, we do have freezing temperatures that have left me shivering under the covers. Today’s music video of the day feels appropriate. Luckily, Lindsey Stirling can make any sudden weather change better.
John Carpenter’s Anthology: Movie Themes 1974-1998 is an absolute gem of a compilation, breathing new life into 13 of his most unforgettable film themes with a killer mix of synth menace and live-band muscle that feels both nostalgic and freshly electrifying. Released in 2017 on the indie powerhouse Sacred Bones Records, this project pulls straight from Carpenter’s golden era of directing, spanning the lo-fi space oddities of Dark Star in 1974 all the way to the blood-soaked Western vibes of Vampires in 1998. Here, the master himself teams up with his son Cody Carpenter handling keyboards and his godson Daniel Davies ripping on guitar, delivering rerecorded versions that aren’t just facsimiles of the originals but revitalized beasts with modern production muscle. Clocking in at a tight 42 minutes, the album strikes that sweet spot between crystalline clarity and the warm, gritty analog fuzz of vintage synths, making it an essential spin for horror fans, synthwave enthusiasts, or anyone craving pure cinematic chills without firing up the projector. It’s the kind of record that turns your living room into a foggy, neon-lit nightmare factory, proving Carpenter’s scores were never mere background noise—they’re standalone monsters.
Right out of the gate, the album spotlights three absolute titans as its major standouts: the themes from The Thing, Halloween, and Escape from New York. These aren’t just tracks; they’re the sonic DNA of horror and sci-fi tension, retooled here to hit even harder with the benefit of hindsight and better gear. Take the Halloween theme—it’s the undisputed king of the collection, that iconic, haunting piano riff slicing through stabbing synth accents and a relentless, mechanical beat that creates this perfect off-kilter unease. It mirrors Michael Myers’ unstoppable, shambling lurch so viscerally that you can practically hear the Shape breathing down your neck; the simplicity is its genius—repetitive enough to burrow into your skull like a parasite, yet layered just right with those eerie high-end whistles and a pulse that never lets up. In this rerecord, the piano feels more intimate and ominous, the synths sharper, turning what was already a cultural earworm into something that demands volume cranked to 11.
Then there’s Escape from New York, which cranks everything up to gritty, dystopian overdrive with its crunchy guitar riff chewing through swelling synth waves and pounding, no-nonsense drums. It evokes Snake Plissken’s lone-wolf crawl through a prison-island Manhattan like a bluesy battle cry—mid-tempo swagger that’s tailor-made for high-stakes heists, shadowy escapes, and that pure ’80s anti-hero cool. Fans often mix it up with his Big Trouble in Little China groove because of the shared tough-guy energy, but here the rerecord leans harder into the guitar’s snarl and the synths’ ominous undercurrent, making it feel tougher, meaner, and ready for a modern apocalypse playlist. And don’t sleep on The Thing—it grabs Ennio Morricone’s frosty original cue and mutates it into peak Carpenter dread: deep, throbbing synth pulses underpin eerie, isolated stabs and desolate windswept effects that build a suffocating frozen isolation. This one’s all about the paranoia of shape-shifting aliens in an Antarctic hellscape—slow-burn horror that creeps under your skin, rewarding patient listeners with layers of tension that unfold over multiple spins. Critics might tuck it behind the flashier hits, but its subtlety makes it a powerhouse, especially in this version where the low-end rumble feels like cracking ice underfoot.
While those three rightfully dominate every conversation about the album (and they should, as they’re the heart-pounding peaks that define Carpenter’s sound), two deeply underrated gems absolutely deserve way more shine: the Christine theme and “Santiago (Vampires).” Christine sneaks up on you, opening with these foggy, ambient synth washes that evoke a quiet garage at midnight before exploding into full-on rock fury—fuzzy guitars screech, driving rhythms kick in, and it all nails the possessed Plymouth Fury’s vengeful, supernatural roar. It’s often overlooked amid the bigger icons, but this rerecord injects fresh menace, highlighting its dynamic arc from subtle creep to all-out chaos; imagine the car’s headlights flickering to life as the music revs up—pure possessed-machine terror that lingers like burnt rubber. “Santiago (Vampires)” is the other hidden firecracker, completely ditching the synth-heavy storm for sparse acoustic strums and reverb-drenched electric guitar in a sun-baked, dusty groove that screams Southwestern vampire hunt. It’s a total mood shifter—breezy yet tense, like a standoff in a ghost town at high noon—and criminally underappreciated next to the heavier hitters; the modal twang and open spaces give it a unique flavor that breaks up the album’s darker pulse beautifully, begging for more road-trip spins.
The rest of the tracklist does a stellar job setting up and framing these peaks without ever overshadowing them. “Assault on Precinct 13” barrels in early with its oppressive synth riff and militaristic pounding, hammering home that raw siege-mentality dread—still a total banger, but it takes a slight backseat to The Thing‘s more nuanced chill. “In the Mouth of Madness” dives from aggressive guitar riffs into vast ambient drifts, perfectly suiting the film’s reality-warping madness. “The Fog” floats delicate piano over misty, reverb-soaked swells that build a supernatural haze, like fog horns calling from the deep. “Prince of Darkness” broods heavy with slow, echoing riffs and a sense of gathering evil, feeding right into the album’s cohesive horror heartbeat. “Porkchop Express (Big Trouble in Little China)” grooves with that infectious trucker-rock energy, echoing Escape‘s swagger but with brighter, adventure-ready lifts for Kurt Russell’s wild ride. “They Live” layers in bluesy harmonica and slide guitar for a laconic, consumerist snarl, while “Starman” blooms into warm, romantic synth-orchestral bliss—think soaring melodies and rolling timpani for heartfelt ’80s alien love. The ultra-brief “Dark Star” blasts a proto-synth drone in under 90 seconds, more historical sketch than full banger, but it nods to Carpenter’s early experiments. All these solid supporting players keep the energy flowing, ensuring the majors land with maximum impact.
What ties it all together is Carpenter’s effortlessly cool style: deep, pulsating synth bass locks in with fuzzy, overdriven guitars and tight, hypnotic drumming to create grooves that build tension like a jump scare coiled to spring. The production is a standout—crisp and punchy, with Cody owning the rumbling low end while Davies carves sharp midrange bite, sidestepping the muffled haze of some vintage OST pressings. These themes thrive completely standalone now, untethered from their films but still evoking every shadowy corner. Yeah, there’s a touch of repetition in the fuzzy guitar tones and mid-tempo plods that can make straight-through listens feel a bit samey—it’s more killer playlist than wildly eclectic LP—but that’s a tiny nitpick when the big guns (The Thing, Halloween, Escape from New York, plus the slept-on Christine and Vampires) deliver one haymaker after another.
This collection doesn’t just compile; it cements Carpenter’s legacy as a shoestring-budget genius who scored generational nightmares with a handful of synths, guitars, and sheer instinct, directly inspiring synthwave legions like Perturbator, Carpenter Brut, and beyond. Don’t sleep on it; these tracks don’t just play—they haunt, they pump, and they endure for life, turning everyday moments into edge-of-your-seat thrills.
John Carpenter is not only a great director but he’s also a brilliant composer. Today, in honor of Carpenter’s birthday, our song of the day is his haunting Theme From The Fog.
In The Wrangler, using Robert Alda’s original version of “Luck Be a Lady” from Guys and Dolls hits differently than the more famous Sinatra take. Alda’s rendition, coming from the Broadway stage, is less smooth and more desperate—it’s a man bargaining with luck, not charming her. That’s a crucial difference in Fallout’s world. When Alda’s voice drifts through the smoky ruin of The Wrangler, it feels like an echo from a long-dead civilization—one where people still believed that fortune was something you could negotiate with. It grounds the scene in Fallout’s favorite tension: the clash between old optimism and new despair.
Thematically, the original version suits Fallout’s tone better. Sinatra’s version oozes control and self-assurance, while Alda sings with the anxious rhythm of someone clinging to hope. In the episode, that anxiety fits the stakes perfectly—characters gambling with their lives, exchanging trust for survival, and hoping the “lady” of luck doesn’t turn her back at the wrong moment. The Broadway earnestness becomes a tragic counterpoint to the brutality around it, emphasizing how fragile that old-world faith in luck or charm truly is.
By choosing Alda over Sinatra, the show subtly reframes what “luck” means in this universe. It’s not style or swagger—it’s survival by the skin of one’s teeth. The song’s theatrical flair feels almost haunting in a world where the audience is gone and the casino’s collapsed. Yet that’s what gives the moment its punch: Fallout has always used nostalgia as both soundtrack and satire, and with Alda’s pleading vocals hanging in the air, The Wrangler reminds us that sometimes, luck isn’t a lady at all—it’s just what’s left when everything else runs out.
Luck Be a Lady
They call you Lady Luck But there is room for doubt At times, you’ve had a very unlady-like way of running out You’re on this date with me The pickin’s have been lush And yet before this evening is over You might give me the brush
You might forget your manners You might refuse to stay And so the best that I can do is pray
Luck be a lady tonight Luck be a lady tonight Luck if you’ve ever been a lady to begin with, luck be a lady tonight
Luck let a gentleman see How nice a dame you can be I know the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with Luck, be a lady with me
A lady doesn’t leave her escort It isn’t fair, it isn’t nice A lady doesn’t wander all over the room And blow on some other guy’s dice Let’s keep this party polite Never get out of my sight Stick me with me baby, I’m the fella you came in with Luck, be a lady tonight
Luck, let a gentleman see Just how nice, how nice a dame you can be I know the way you’ve treated other guys you’ve been with Luck be a lady with me
A lady doesn’t leave her escort It isn’t fair, and it’s not nice A lady doesn’t wander all over the room And blow on some other guy’s dice So let’s keep the party polite Never get out of my sight Stick with me baby, I’m the guy that you came in with Luck be a lady Luck be a lady Luck be a lady, tonight
Marjoe Gortner is a former child evangelist who had a long career as an actor in films, usually playing sinister characters. His most-seen film was probably Earthquake. My favorite Marjoe film is Starcrash. That said, Marjoe’s best performance was probably as himself in the candid documentary, Marjoe. The Oscar-winning film featured a look behind the scenes of the religious revival industry, with Marjoe as an amoral tour guide who discussed how he didn’t believe what he was preaching and who had basically been forced into the business by his parents. Marjoe described how every word he preached was calculated to inspire people to donate more money to his ministry. Marjoe described himself as being “bad but not evil.”
In 1972, Marjoe recorded an album called, after his famous documentary quote, Bad But Not Evil. Today’s song of the day is Marjoe Gortner covering Bob Dylan’s Lo and Behold on that album.
I pulled out for San Anton’ I never felt so good My woman said she’d meet me there And of course, I knew she would
The coachman, he hit me for my hook And he asked me my name I give it to him right away Then I hung my head in shame
Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Looking for my lo and behold Get me outta here, my dear man
I come into Pittsburgh At 6:30 flat I found myself a vacant seat And I put down my hat
“What’s the matter, Molly, dear? What’s the matter with your mound?” “What’s it to ya, Moby Dick? This is chicken town!”
Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Looking for my lo and behold Get me outta here, my dear man
I bought myself a herd of moose One she could call her own Well, she came out the very next day To see where they had flown
I’m going down to Tennessee Get me a truck or something Gonna save my money and rip it up
Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Looking for my lo and behold Get me outta here, my dear man
Now, I come in on a Ferris wheel And boys, I sure was slick I come in like a ton of bricks Laid a few tricks on them
Going back to Pittsburgh Count up to 30 Round that horn and ride that herd Gonna thread up
Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Looking for my lo and behold Get me outta here, my dear man