One day, when I was fifteen, I fell down a kind of rabbit hole into a dank Dickensian cellar and discovered a parallel universe called The Magic Village. The cast of characters I met there became part of my life story. Underground club, underground culture, now buried under the Arndale centre, along with the bag of amazing Thai grass that had travelled all the way from Singapore only to fall through a crack in the floorboards ( or did it? – that could be another story). Continue reading “Roger Eagle – Sit down! Listen to this!”
Sand in the Groove by D.E. Siddons
“Who is responsible for this Rudeness? What kind of bigoted freak came up with the idea that Terrorizing 200 million football lovers on Super Bowl weekend is ‘Good for national Security interests’?”- Hunter S. Thompson Continue reading “Review: Hey Rube. Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness”
Downtown Owl by Chuck Klosterman
Chuck Klosterman has an undeniable talent to make something trivial matter. Take his borderline obsession with KISS or how he can take the minutiae of pop culture (both well-known and obscure) and weave essay after essay about how everything is interconnected. He’s Dirk Gently for the Gen-X generation. With better fashion choices. Continue reading “Review – Downtown Owl”
The Celestial Café by Stuart Murdoch
“I just hate that whole self-involved thing that modern male American writers do” said my friend, a well-read literature student, as we were discussing Bret Easton Ellis over beer one day. There was a mixture in our group of those that had read Ellis’ work and liked it, those that had read it and hated it and those that hadn’t heard of him.
But trying to argue that Ellis is the natural evolutionary outcome of the Jack Kerouac’s and Dr Gonzo’s of this world seemed sort of void to me. It’s not that Ellis himself comes across as narcissistic; rather he has an uncanny ability to penetrate the thoughts and feelings of those that are. Either that, or we may want to start getting quite worried about Mr Ellis.
‘American Psycho’ tells the story of Patrick Bateman, a young investment banker who works on Wall Street during the late 1980’s and early 90’s. A yuppie living in a narcissistic consumerist void. Shallow, charming, attractive, sauve, egotistical, hedonistic, privileged. Oh yes and also possibly a delusional maniac who tortures animals and people to death for kicks.