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“Hey daddy-O, make that Type O!” So yelped Nervous Norvus in his ’56 rocker ’Transfusion,” a tune whose narrator suffers repeated high-speed car wrecks and repeated trips to the emergency room for plasma refills. Punctuated with tire screeches, explosions, and screams, Norvus’ lackadaisical narration (“Slip the blood to me, bud” and “Pass a gallon to me, Alan”) got “Transfusion” banned from ABC, NBC, CBS, and the entire British protectorate. It sold 500,000 copies within two weeks.
Such was the crazed world of Dot Records, which began in 1948 as a tiny record bin in founder Randy Woods’ Tennessee appliance store, and ended up, nine years later, a hip Hollywood label worth a cool $3 million to buyer Paramount Pictures. Dot Rock ‘N’ Roll, a 28-track compilation of the…