Another fab slab of exploito. BTW, the albums on this blog are sourced from vinyl, and because of that they are imperfect. Those looking for something more high-end audio need to look elsewhere or, better yet, start their own blog.
Before she passed away late last year, Samantha and I managed to lay down dozens of vocal tracks that I have now assembled into an album that, hopefully, pays tribute to her unique talent. Here, then, is the first - and last - Samantha Fuller record. Rest in peace, Sam.
The day it veers toward twilight
But it's not like you could tell
Snow's crunching under sneakers
In the distance rings a bell
A crow is winging overhead
Hello and farewell
What I dig about comps like these is the odd selection of artists. You got your Dylan, your Donovan ... and your Bobby Vinton. Guess that must've been what teens wanted.