Dracula, Vampira, Frankenstein, and Dr. Jekyll walk into a room… When the late, great Spike Jones (1911-1965) set his sights on Halloween, a cult classic album was born.  The fiendishly funny musical satirist had been unleashing insanity on unsuspecting record buyers since the early 1940s, turning car horns, belches, sneezes, gurgles, and gunshots into high art.  In 1959, both rock-and-roll and the horror movie craze were in full swing, and the fiendishly funny, endlessly inventive purveyor of “musical depreciation” couldn’t let them pass by unnoticed.  With a troupe of legendary voice actors,…