You're missing out on a real swell happening if you haven't seen the Sting of Death. I've owned this flick for years and might have forced some of you against your will to watch it, but you're better for it. It's Florida's everglades 1965, and a half-man half-jellyfish goes after some swingin' kids that just want to dance and have a ball.
The real kicker is that Neil Sedaka wrote the theme song. Dig It!
"It isn't funky or anything that's junky. It's something swella! The jilla-jalla-jellyfish!"
The first time I remember hearing any form of Exotica was around 1995 when Combustible Edison did the soundtrack to Four Rooms. In a very backwards manor, I later got turned on to the original gods like Denny, Les Baxter and Arthur Lyman. Dig it!