10 Non-Halloween Songs That Are Scary as Hell

It's that time of the year — people start digging out spooky tunes to complete Halloween party playlists, or just because they're in the spirit to rock out to music that exemplifies the holiday's scary vibes. In general, most popular Halloween tunes really aren't all that terrifying. Think usual suspects like "Monster Mash": fun, yes, but probably not going to keep you up at night. We put together a list of 10 songs that weren't written for the holiday but are truly haunting in their own unique ways.

Fantomas, "Rosemary's Baby"

Mike Patton sprinkles his inner freak on all that he touches, and this track is certainly no exception. This cover of the theme song from Roman Polanski's 1970's film, Rosemary's Baby, is made extra unnerving by Patton intermittently singing "la la la" in a child's voice atop the experi-metal noise backdrop.

The Damned, "These Hands"

Everyone knows clowns are hella creepy. Their pasty, painted-up faces hide all kinds of mystery, and you just know they're plotting sinister shenanigans as they lumber past you in their giant, floppy shoes. The Damned knew that, too. Singer Dave Vanian's voice takes you on a trip through the funhouse, a twisted carousel ride with its periodic dips into the low range and the nightmare-inspiring maniacal clown laugh.

Dock Boggs, "Pretty Polly"

As far as talking about what might cause chills, I could stop after "Appalachian folk singer," right? Ol' Dock Boggs tore up the 1920s with his stellar banjo playing. His old-timey, bluesy, folksy voice was complete with an inherent sense of darkness. In this tune he tells us about a drifter who courts a girl named Polly. Yeah, let's just say that this attempt at romance didn't really work out in her favor.

Ween, "You Fucked Up"

There's nothing subtle happening here, which makes it the perfect song when you just want to drive it home to someone just how precisely pissed off you are. The music is noisy and mad, and the vocals lay it all out, telling you without question that you really made a fucking mess. Ween proves that you only need one minute and 37 seconds to let someone know that they should probably making looking over their shoulder a part of their daily routine.

Porter Wagoner, "The Rubber Room"

Country music on acid, right here. Beneath Porter's signature pompadour and elaborate, bejeweled suits were some deep thoughts about the insane asylum: "The man in the room right next to mine screams a woman's name / hits the wall in vain / he's in the rubber room." It comes complete with trippy guitar effects to emphasize the losing of one's mind.

The Toadies, "Possum Kingdom"

This alt-rock anthem is a growly outline for a moonlit walk gone bad. This creeper is trying to create his own dead angel to hang around with, promising his prospective date that if she takes a stroll with him he will preserve her beauty "with dark hair and soft skin ... forever." Yeah, we bet that's not all he's gonna do.

Tiny Tim, "People Are Strange"

Well, this isn't Jim Morrison's angst-y account of what life is like when you live outside of the norm and also possibly dig on indulging in the LSD. Tiny Tim's version takes the song from emotional to freaky as he delivers the lyrics in a myriad of voices, from bold and operatic to his signature warbled falsetto.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, "Stagger Lee"

Mr. Cave is the reigning prince of darkness. His lyrical storytelling makes any topic sound intriguing and intoxicating, especially those of the taboo persuasion. It's just what he does. This one's based on an early 1900s murder ballad about an unfortunate situation between the song's namesake and another man in a saloon. The piercing violins and female screams that play as the tale is told are as equally jarring as Cave's tale and the way he tells it.

Snakefinger, "
Sawny Beane/Sawny Beane's Death Dance"

Scottish folklore says there was a guy named Alexander "Sawny" Beane, a murderer and cannibal responsible for killing a slew of people, like 1,000, and apparently snacked on them, too. Musician Snakefinger — no stranger to the weird, being involved with avant-music kings the Residents — re-creates the tale as a formidable sea shanty. Stark but loaded.

Butthole Surfers, "22 Going on 23"

A woman calls into a radio show to talk about how a violent sexual assault has left her with anxiety. The song is relentless, as sludge-y sounds are topped with vocal soundbites that create an overwhelming sense of panic. The shudder-inducing song is the musical equivalent of being stranded in the middle of the night on a deserted road where it's been reported that something evil is known to lurk.

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