The stoic British and their nuclear flair.

The Survive A Nuclear Blast™ industrial is a unique specimen in American culture. Most are monotone doom and gloom narrations on bomb shelter life from the home of the A-bomb™, the US of A. Topics were delivered in classic meat and potatoes fashion and covered the usual suspects like hygiene and close quarters etiquette. They dovetailed nicely with the countless air raid drills that cities conducted too. (Experiential that played off the TV—nice!) Even better were the drills in schools where we basically ran out in the hall to the nearest corner and ducked. (Because you how open halls protect against a 10-megaton yield.) None of those magnificent beasts though survived past the late sixties.

At least not here. This rare creature from as late as 1982 was recently uncovered, um, almost an hour ago. You usually don’t find this level of cinemagic when it comes to end of the world PSAs. But the Brits are a cut above.

In the face of almost nearly certain Armageddon, chins are held high in this masterpiece. (Parts 2 and 3.) “The effect on directly exposed flesh is the same—it behaves like the meat in a butcher’s window.” You can’t coach that. Don’t forget to check out the opening and closing themes either. If there’s better closing music for a nuclear industrial, I haven’t found it.

Cheers!