Dan Nordquist’s review published on Letterboxd:
Sometimes I help myself to a heaping pile of trash and then I'm like surprised it's trash.
Seriously though: I forget whether I grabbed this from Svengoolie's queue (though these things are always better with his commentary and context, and with his audience) or whether it showed up at the eccentric local cinema (where they sometimes show things without exactly endorsing them). It would not be out of place in an MST3K style show.
But there's a big pile of horror film legends here, and I suppose I will always remember the music club interludes. They're swinging, man.