The Stampeders. Wild Eyes. 1973.

These crazy Canucks put out an album called Rubes, Dudes & Rowdies which immediately preserves a slot for them in the Face Melter Hall of Fame. Check out the double neck diddlin' on this one. Way to keep your sticks on the ice dudes.

Frijid Pink. House of the Rising Son. 1971.

Jesus, what was in the water in Detroit? I mean other than petrol and heavy mercury counts. Whatever it was, it produced some heavy duty spaced out rockers.

Sea of Nightmares - Peacepipe, 1970.

Let's smoke, my brothers and sisters.

Medley - Captain Beyond, 1972.

This skull splitting set should tide you swinehounds over until The Chupacabros are back from Mexico. Strap yourselves in. It's a long one.

Mandrill - Mandrill, 1971.

Rainbow '65 pts. 1 & 2 - Gene Chandler, 1965.

Bask in the lamentations of the women in this crowd as they get there eggs scrambled by The Duke of Earl's delivery of this gem. I imagine minds and ovaries going "Scanners" leaving the coloseum basted with a thick layer of panting human debris. I would imagine the spattering of carrion on lens is to blame for there being no film footage from this show.

Sir Douglas Quintet. Nuevo Laredo. 1969.

Ol' Mancaster and I are shoving off to the beautiful island of Cozumel to pollute our guts with beer and tacos for a week. Nothing but flip flops and tank tops for this ultimate party dude.

Wlaking on Hot Coals - Rory Gallagher, 1973.

Like one can get enough Rory.

Bootsy Collins. I'd Rather Be With You. 1976.

Not a dry pair of panties in the house.

Epitaph-Early Morning (1972)

After Klaus belts out that death knell a minute or two in you know this is something special.

Robin Trower - Too Rolling Stoned 1975

The Eagle Never Hunts The Fly - The Bonniwell Music Machine, 1967

"One glove, Motherfuckers! We're gonna wear one glove!"
"Why's that, man?"
"'cause the licks are so hot!"
"Why don't we wear two gloves then?"
....
"Pack up your shit, dillhole."

Ozzy Osbourne. I Don't Know. 1981.

Hey bros, Spring is in the air. It's time to roll down your windows and crank this fucker all the way up 'til yer Rockford Fosgates sound gassy. This is the soundtrack to the Arcade parking lot, the smoking corner and the lunch hour dash to the scenic overlook all rolled into one. This is the type of blitzkrieg guitar wizardry you feel deep down in your old balls. The kind of shit that makes you drop your blazing hot proto pipe under your seat after buying fireworks in some po-dunk, shit hole Wisconsin town.

See ya at the high bridge fuckers!

Ike & Tina Turner. I've Been Loving You Too Long. 1969

I've been searching high and low for the perfect Ike and Tina clip for a while now. This might be it.

Behold the Ikettes; the back-up singers that all other backup singers shall henceforth be judged against.

Witness the sweaty Miss Turner engage in explicit love-making with her mic and stand.

Watch in horror as Ike sends the creepy meter through the roof.

Bonus: Tina's nipples are featured fairly prominently throughout.

Colosseum II. Inquisition. 1978.

Gary Moore's blistering answer to Maclaughlin's Mahivishnu Orchestra. Shredding minds like shrapnel.

Small Faces. Tin Soldier. 1968.

"I, I'm a little tin soldier that wants to jump into your fire. You are a look in your eye, a dream passing by in the sky..."

I've been a prisoner of the "aura" for the past week, dudes. Laid up. Feet elevated. Trying to keep from sawing my head off with a dull pizza wheel. The only thing that gives me solace is turning the lights off and digging the dusty webs for face melting jams.

Tiger B. Smith. Tiger Rock. 1974

I smell the unmistakable scent of krautrock. Let's open another can!

Van der Graaf Generator. Darkness. 1970.

Wrap your head around this one for a minute. There's something cookin'. Doggone it, these Krauts are weaving a hell of a psychedelic tapestry here.

The Band - King Harvest 1970 - Long Black Veil 1970

Hell Hound - Sir Lord Baltimore, 1970.

Hey, Beast, as long as we're making Christmas lists, if you can find me a vinyl copy of this mother that hasn't self-immolated, I will provide you with the skins of 20 virgins.

To simply quote the poster of this vid: Time to hit you bitches with some 1970 ass kicking.

Pentagram. Be Forewarned. 1972.

I've been looking high and low for a live video rendition of this or the Macabre version (earlier variation of Pentagram). No dice.

This will have to suffice face melters, some serious early 70's doom for your suicidal tendencies. Be Forewarned.

P.s. If anyone cops this on vinyl, I'll offer my first born.