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Review – Ringmaster: Vince McMahon and the unmaking of America
A clay-footed giant of the entertainment industry. A company that Kirby-gobbled everything around it and influenced pop-culture so much it still resonates to this day. An ill-fitting suit. A tough childhood spent in poverty, with not a single positive father figure in sight. It’s hard summing up Josie Riesman‘s Ringmaster: Vince McMahon and the unmaking…
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The wednesday watch #2: It’s me, David, I’ve got a hat the size of Oooooklahoma
The Wednesday Watch is Orestes P. Xistos’ weekly column. We do not agree with its views on York’s delicious pastry, the fat rascal, but Orestes owns a Switch 2 and might give us a chance to play Mario Kart World. Hullo, hullo, hullo, chavs and chavettes, it is I, Orestes P. Xistos, free again to…
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Review: Alan Sparhawk – with Trampled by Turtles
Eschewing the clinical, fierce-as-Proteus electronic nature of White Roses, My God proves that Alan Sparhawk avoids stagnating on a single genre. It’s something that was essential to Low‘s nature, and evident for Retribution Gospel Choir‘s last three releases (The Revolution, 3, RGC DUB). It could jump from one band to another. The brutal, dirge-like ‘breaker’…
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Review: Echodrone – Music for 6 musicians
“Thinking that for something to just be a sound is useless, whereas I love sounds just where they are, and I have no need for them to be anything more than what they are.” – John Cage Echodrone‘s first release was in 2007. It was a tranquil daydream of an EP that dovetailed shoegaze and…
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Review : The Bat Creeps – Flaccid Justice
“Punk is nothing but death and crime and the rage of the beast” Batman uttered this damning statement back in Fortunate Son. Perhaps he was warning the boy wonder of the cavalcade of pop-reference infused punk of The Bat Creeps, whose new album, Flaccid Justice, mixes the best of nerd culture with tales of earlier…
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“I can still make it to the Beverly”
It’s past 4 pm, I should be in the hotel already, getting ready for my obligatory visit to Griffith observatory. Instead, I’m in at The Last Bookstore, a stone’s throw from Pershing Square. The smell of lignin permeates all corners and I’m holding two old sci-fi books with trippy covers and colourful pages. Not my…
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The Wednesday Watch #1 – Comebacks, nostalgia, and the greater power
The Wednesday Watch is Orestes P. Xistos’ weekly column. We do not sanction his buffoonery, but he owns a dossier full of incriminating evidence, so we must abide with His Plushy Madness. Hullo, hullo, hullo, govnahs and govlasses, it is I, Orestes P. Xistos, free again to roam the streets, jennels (or ginnels), deciding unilaterally…
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Review: Spook Muziek – Pop Culture
Rain accumulates on the window sill. It’s the wettest July in Mexico’s recent history. A thousand dead leaves block the neighbour’s gutter. The tea mug still smoulders away, the aroma of cheap imitation Earl Grey piss, the only available “tea” available in this coffee-addicted place. “How to describe Spook Muziek?” I ask myself, avoiding taking…
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A eulogy for hope.
January 2010. Sleet and half-melted snow make the sharp-slanted streets of Sheffield, the hilliest town I’ve lived in, impossible to navigate. No grip at all with cheap Topshop Chuck Taylor knockoffs. Still, the O2 Academy brings some relief. As I’ve mentioned before, I hold that night of January 2010 dear to my heart, as it…
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