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What’s up Sorry State readers? I hope everyone has been having a spooky good October. I’ve had a solid last couple of weeks. Went to the state fair one night, which was a blast, and have caught some great shows, specifically the Golpe show here in Raleigh. What a treat to get to see them again and they killed it as usual, as well as Starving Bomb and Plastique Pigs. One of the highlights from the show for me was Plastique Pigs doing an absolutely kickass cover of the Go-Go’s “Lust to Love.” Of course, I’ve been getting my fair share of horror movies in as well. This past Tuesday I got to see Lucio Fulci’s unhinged 1981 film The Beyond at the Alamo and it was awesome. I’ve never seen a movie where so many people get their faces literally melted off while blood shoots out of their eyes like a water gun. The premise of the movie is that a lady inherits a creepy old hotel in Louisiana and soon finds out it’s built over one the entrances to Hell. That’s all I needed to know to make me decide I had to go see this on the big screen. It’s also pretty cool to see an Italian director make a movie set in Louisiana. None of the actors in this were winning any awards based off their performances, but man there’s some line deliveries in this that had me cracking up in the theater. Also at one point, one of the main characters is shooting at some zombies and quickly realizes that shooting them in the chest or anywhere other than the head is ineffective, yet for the next 10 minutes you watch him continue to shoot zombies in the chest 2-3 times before delivering the killshot to the head. It was maddening. Of course with an Italian directed horror movie from the 80s, you get a pretty sick soundtrack to go with it. While I was flipping thru records at the store the day of the movie, I happened to randomly come across a copy of the soundtrack we had in stock (as well as a bunch of other sick horror soundtracks). If cheesy acting and over the top, gross out body horror is for you, this movie will be right up your alley.