The annual Phi Ta Khon festival in backwoods Thailand is comparable to Mardi Gras and Mexico’s Dia de los Muertos, with bonus Buddhist beatitude and fertility-rite phallic frolic thrown in. The three-day whirl of cavorting in kooky-spook costumes, copious consumption of rice-whiskey (the other kind of “monster mash”), gimps, transvestites, weird-ass witchdoctor jive and mindbending molan (the freaky, lo-fi local folk rock) is captured in the loose documentary Phi Ta Khon: Ghosts of Isan (Sublime Frequencies/Forced Exposure). With no subtitles and only rudimentary explanatory interstitials, it’s an impressionistic, even hallucinatory stumble through an event that, at its most frenzied, comes off like casual Friday at Colonel Kurtz’s compound, as imagined by Sid & Marty Krofft.

Speaking of those crafty Kroffts, their second and arguably best batch of budgetronic brat bait, the 1970 TV series The Bugaloos (Rhino), is out in its entirety, loaded with British accents, bellbottoms, bubblegum singalongs and the Big Mouth herself, Martha Raye. Equally inventive and idiotic, it’s pop psychedelia with pocket-change production values. —Rupert Bottenberg