Music You Will Never Own: 'Takes You Alive'

Introducing a new kind of post breed here, one that's going to be all about good songs or soundtracks you (or just me) would probably kill to own in your collection, but you can't, simply because they are unreleased, lost, or really freakin' limited and expensive. Ofthen without a proper copyright beholder. Mostly stuff from commercials or movies. I'll provide a sample or a bootleg when I'm able to.

Starting today with a nice little pop-rock song "Takes You Alive" by (I guess) Californian band Station Victoria. It was featured in several low-budget movies by Nu Image (a company with a filmography not quite as horrible as SyFy originals or The Asylum films), most noticeably in Crocodile (2000), a teen comedy filled with CGI reptiles and strawberry juice, from the director of the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

I think I've heard it once during a beach scene in Shark Zone (painful flick edited from archived scenes of the Shark Attack series, which has been put together mostly from stock footage from several shark documentaries to begin with), too.

Anyway, here's probably half of the song, ripped out from the end credits of Crocodile. Enjoy:

Click here in case YT killed it.

MP3 link (320 kbps, 7,3 MB)

I think it's time for you gentlemen to leave.

UK streets are filled with unintentional pop cultural references. What would your thoughts be, for example, if you happened to be a fan of the eighties cheese-glory ride cult movie Road House, and its main character, tai-chi philosopher slash hard-boiled bouncer maestro Dalton, played by the late Patrick Swayze, and you spotted a pub called 'Dalton Arms' one day?


Of course, almost every pub around here is named after some kind of coat of arms, that's a well-known tradition even in Hungary. Nevertheless, I think the owners of DA are failed to recognize the possibilities behind this badass name - the place could be redesigned (maybe under the command of a real bouncer vet) to an '80s action film nostalgia zone, inspired by the Double Deuce itself.

Just think about it: an all-American disco on the road (something like this was actually the movie's Hungarian title), in the middle of Great Manchester. Blasphemy, but some people, including your humble narrator would love it for sure.