‘Slaughterhouse Rock’ (1988) - Dimitri Logothetis.

Any frightfully frisky 80s fright flick featuring dreamy pop icon, Toni Basil and an equally sprightly-sounding score by Devo’s, Mark Mothersbaugh is arguably gonna remain one of the more spooktacularly silly, sensationally serotonin-steeped, demon-festooned, creepily Krugerised kill-fests of the 1980s! While the purloined plot is a Craven-creepy, ‘Elm Street’/‘Bad Dreams’ monster mash, the pop video garish, paranormal purée, 'Slaughterhouse Rock' is cartoonishly overstuffed with every deliriously day-glow diabolic, college Jock, horror cliché any seriously tweaked splatter mad hatter might care to see! Our majestically mulleted, beefcake-headed hero, Alex (Nicholas Colozzi) evilly experiences multifarious morbid dreams wetter than the poor, swarthily chested dear can literally stomach! All this ghoulishly gut-churning, bed-levitating misfortune finally culminating in a desperate nighttime flit to infamous terror island Alcatraz wherein the increasingly distraught, Alex must reluctantly confront the malign, nightmare-spawning, no longer corporeal cannibal entity disseminating this demented screed through Alex's beleaguered, sleep-deprived noggin!

Once anxiously ensconced upon the dilapidated, infamously brine-lashed, ghoul—infested gaol our perky, fouffy-haired, luridly libidinous terror teens are rabidly set upon by a towering, throat-goring, Lamberto Bava-esque, dastardly-dentured demon! These quarrelsome, trash-talking teens only real hope of ever escaping this devil possessed rock alive is by the rather incredulous intervention of world renowned choreographer Toni Basil! Her inventively garbed, amusingly expository spectre makes for a glib, memorably kooky, demon-slaying sprite!  

While, Dimitri ‘Kickboxer: Retaliation’ Logothetis's gaudy ‘Slaughterhouse Rock’ cannot be legitimately considered an unheralded midnight mayhem masterpiece, it rocks WAY more righteously than many predictably sarcastic 'pundits' might suggest. Not only is ‘Slaughterhouse Rock’ gloopy good fun from the gory get go, the sublimely splattery shocker's knowingly jokey, self-deprecating humour makes it effortlessly rewatchable, giving it a curiously timeless quality many other 80s horror films patently lack. Zealous exploitation enthusiasts of heavy mental, head-splattering, latex-bubbling, terminally taste-shattering 80s terror titles like ‘Prison’, ‘Neon Maniacs’ and ‘Doom Asylum’ should groove ghoulishly on this adrenalized, Alcatraz-set slasher!

‘Once Alcatraz meant doing hard time for society’s very worst slime, now it’s a savage slayground for a bloodthirstily body-swapping demon far beyond your very worst nightmares!’ - Weirdlingwolf.