Happy Alchemist!

One year ago, we decided to put all of our things in one place, smash them together and see what happened. The result is pretty much what you’re looking at: A little lit, some travel, buckets of vinyl, a liberal sprinkling of film, far too much TV and hella video games.

Forgiving Nadia

‘I Go To Sleep’ was a pretty great song by The Kinks. It’s what people call a “deep cut”. It then became a pretty great song by The Pretenders, followed at some point by a somewhat divisive version by Sia. More recently, it is a pretty great song by British singer-songwriter, Anika. It’s been stuck in my head for a week or more now and most of this is probably just my very circuitous way of telling you to go and watch ‘Russian Doll’ on Nettphlicks.

Lobe?

Today is both a Thursday and also the Advent of Cupid’s Carnal Rites. Aren’t you the luckiest little biscuit? Maybe you don’t care. Perhaps you have someone else who does care and that is both a good and funny thing, fraught with sweat and elbows.

Battletodds Advance

‘Alita: Battle Angel’ is a treat. I was initially confused by the release date as for some reason it appears our American cousins aren’t getting it until The Day Of Love, also known as February 14th. We’ve actually had it here in Drowntown since last Wednesday but no-one really seemed sure as to when we might catch a glimpse of this angelic beast.

600 Slugs Below

It was only natural that I would be drawn like a fuzzy, ill-formed moth to Jim Guthrie’s haunted score for Capybara’s ‘Below’. He worked on the thing for five years. Possibly using a PS1 and MTV Music Maker. I find myself somewhat in awe.

This Nun Of Mine

We’re this far into EA’s agreement with Disney and we have only…two distinctly average [at best] games to show for it? My only conclusion is that Disney gives no cares about the games market and is sleeping on a monster trick with a large number of zeros attached to it.

AMST

I have done my level best to meet you on the field and thus fall the results. I picked the dream of the drop for your discerning consideration. This is the place in which you Asked Me Some Things. And you have only me to blame.

Krunchy Kat

Leila Del Duca’s intrepid Alarm Cat is known as Cassius but he could also be known as Felix. As of January, you can expect my pen to paper for the first official book in the chronicle of ‘Felix The Plagiaristic Musical Cat Hunts Communist Sex Goats On The Moon’.

Nox Bros.

Most people I know that Switch have Smash fever. It tends to be an Ultimate flavoured affliction but there are also those with their CRT shaped crystal balls out, looking back at the likes of Melee and even so far as the dark, still kicking ’64 scene.

Chestraway

‘Hunter’ is the third long offering from the irrefutable Ms. Calvi. I had it on repeat big time in the run up ‘till Xmas and I’m not sorry. The album has a great deal to say on the subject of passion, sex and gender fluidity and this is some of Calvi’s most free, animalistic work to date.

TRIMPGRIM

This, people, is ‘the John Travolta Scrapbook’ by Suzanne Munshower (Sunridge Press, 1978). How much more do I need to write about it? It’s a scrapbook...about John Travolta? His parents were very proud? I’m very proud? I am: It’s awesome.

Good Gont

Champagne is good too. Whiskey is better. He told me about a friend of his - also in the biz - who pinned down, with maximum efficiency that shorts are better than beer for long drum sets. The only downside is that buckets of the hard stuff may lead you to losing hours, making snow angels while the party passes.

Celestial Hi Roll

‘Hi Score Girl’ is, naturally a Nitflorx production and there is nothing that I do not like about it. The animation and colours are wonderful and their love for the fighting game - Street Fighter in particular - and the arcade of yesteryear is palpable.

Alchemy 2018

For a site that tries, for the most part to be an alchemical combination of many things - it has been a fittingly mixed bag, of sorts. As such, we thought we’d look back over 2018 and some of our favourite concoctions, in order of ascending delectability.

Der Nutsnacker

There are only so many ways to finish things in the run up until the day itself and they all, invariably leave a portion of things unfinished. This year, that toboggan slope of work, studio and other awkward miscellany has led me only to the conclusion that there were things I have meant, with all good intention to do, yet for the life of me, I cannot recall what they were.

Oatmeat

‘Dream & Drive’ charts The Kills’ early days in shop basements, beat up transit vans and bad motels and offers a wonderful glimpse behind that leopard print curtain. I’m a fan but then again, I am a fan. 35mm film has a high speed 8K connection to my internal like button, as do The Kills and there should be a footnote disclosure about paths crossed and fists bumped here.

Bang Thresh Grotto

It is nearly that time of year once again and by that I do mean board games and tankards. While I feel fairly confident that I have already explained my position on festivities prior to the onset of month twelve, I am also determined that this will be the year of no panic. Amazon is both an effective tool for planning and also a source of therapy.

F R

Malek appears to capture Freddie’s character with aplomb; swagger, frailty, warts and all. ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ could well be a rock n’ roll triumph of cinematic eye candy that refuses to go quietly into that dark night without meaning something and shouting that thing from the roof of the fucking stadium.

Big Man U.S.A.

Season 2 of Nick Kroll and Andrew Goldberg’s Big Mouth on Nythflex is just as funny as the first. It also goes way out into the field across every line you could draw for it and just keeps running, special parts flapping in the wind. The established wisdom is that it’s funny because it’s about puberty and puberty is funny.