'It were a fiend, sir."
Paul Ess. | Holywell, N.Wales,UK. | 01/26/2008
(4 out of 5 stars)
"Spooky music from a spooky film.
For the first time ever - the National Theatre's Marc Wilkinson's moody-but-fun soundtrack is available on cd.
Released in 1971, 'Blood on Satan's Claw' was a heady, bizarre brew of devil worship, resurrection and transmutation set in rural olde England. Copious amounts of violence, nudity and eccentricity are deliriously on display, and it's all set to Wilkinson's disturbing yet beautiful score.
Detaching the music from the visuals gives it an even stranger quality. It's like it finds itself difficult to exist outside of director Piers Haggard's on-screen elevated hysteria, and it becomes disassociated. And it's in that void that lies it's appeal.
It has an exquisite central theme, then Wilkinson utilizes weird and wonderful olde instruments to flesh out the atmospheric bits in-between, and it works. Not quite to perfection, but to a strong level of purpose - which a lot of half-hearted 'OST's can only aspire.
Separated from the film, I'm never quite sure what an 'Original Soundtrack' is supposed to actually do, especially in the digital age; remind you of the great excitement you felt, or is it a total random ? What if the film is terrible and the soundtrack super, or vice-versa? Very few stand up as satisfying orchestral works on their own, and without the central core you're left with isolated scratching, whooping and clicking.
'Blood on Satan's Claw' is the scarce exception; never full-on, it's sly and devious. The melody lures you in so it can have it's evil way, and that theme takes some dislodging so be warned.
Being honest, if you want the full experience of these disarming sounds, you should buy the excellent dvd and share the visions as well, but the soundtrack does have enough metal of it's own to stand up to scrutiny.
As an added bonus; the accompanying booklet has naked ladies on the front, the back and on every page inside. Gratuitous pandering to the dissolute, or an honest reflection of a censor-bating groundbreaker?
Stereo-typical sleaze or refreshing abandonment?
Questions as olde as the time in which the film is set.
I know what I think...."