'Blood Sabbath' (1972) – Brianna Murphy.

'The wicked Queen witch sure has Alotta on Toppa!'

This frothy far-out phantasmagoria of a photogenic female coven darkly beguiling a Hippie Vietnam veteran is a satisfyingly saucy example of kooky witchsploitation. The 70s produced a number of libidinous, Top-Poppingly psychedelicized exploitation gems, with Blood Sabbath's heady admixture of buxom bombshell Dyanne Thorne, hippiefied Hocus Pocus, and deliriously drug-induced deviltry remaining one of the raunchier relics from the Drive-In era. If a group of down-tuned working-class Brummies had seen this poster, rather than Bava's masterpiece, would the band moniker of Blood Sabbath have proved a hindrance to their meteoric rise? Dyanne Thorne fleshly flouncing about in the forest, wearing little more than patchouli oil stank is a good look for any film, and what Blood Sabbath lacks in gore is carnally compensated by bodaciously Blood Sabbathing babes, a phat Baphomet-boogie score, and a plenitude of Al Fresco, juicily jugs-out jackanapes!

If I had a dime for every B-Flick that began with a freedom-seeking, denim-clad goof sporting an acoustic guitar, I still wouldn't have enough scratch to buy a pub pint at today's prices! In truth, if it wasn't for the bouncy, hep-cat soundtrack, and prodigious nudity, Blood Sabbath's mode of stoner-schlock witch/whimsy would be little more than a slug-paced nullity. When Drippy Dave says to the nubile water nymph Yyalla (Susan Diamante) 'He looked EVERYWHERE for her!', it was manifestly untrue, so, for me at least, he was wholly deserving of evil sultry Sorceress Alotta's (Dyanne Thorne) super-sexified machinations! Those with a penchant for dazzling displays of voluminous lady gardens, synchronized Satanic saturnalia, and shouty dipso padre's will surely dig on Blood Sabbath. In conclusion, Dyanne Thorne's bewitching curves are certainly no small parts of Blood Sabbath's florid charms!