Land Rox

It is true that ‘Borderlands 3’ has many, many guns. It is also true that Gearbox have made another Borderlands game and that I like it. If you didn’t like the first one or even the second one then you probably won’t like this one. If you were an aficionado of the systems they have at play and could either embrace or get past those occasionally/frequently obnoxious qualities present in the core writing then we have at least this in common.

Borderthra

The original ‘Dark Crystal’ has, in recent years, been widely recognised as one of the top sci-fi movies we’ve been gifted with, even if it is now something of a childhood relic. ‘Age Of Resistance’ is a fully revamped, fully realised prequel that retains everything that was weirdly, wonderfully janky about the original while allowing a breadth and scope of vision that would never have been possible in 1982. We got yuck. We got sky. We got life.

Rartifakts

My father must have stood on the stairs outside my kidult chamber at one time and wished that he’d thrown out his copy of Dylan’s ‘Blonde On Blonde’. ‘Rainy Day Women #12 & 35’ is a mood song and I think it was probably a file reference before it became an accompanying statement. Personally, I have always found the orientation of the cover a tad unnerving but that might just be me. This is a pretty neat OG pressing and a very nice bit of wax.

Glojo MAX

New things are here. Namely, projects of a photographic nature. If I mentioned in a previous era that I have come into possession of a 1978 Canon AE-1P, then that was correct and I spent a not inconsiderable amount of time, these past couple of weeks, wandering Brick Lane, its sister streets and shooting that most holy of 35mm gold, Kodak’s Tmax 400. The film is sharp as a needle where needed and serves up silky b&w contrast with two fists.

Love & VVords

'Marianne & Leonard: Words Of Love'…where to begin? It’s a movie that embraces its imperfections and imperfect characters because life is imperfect and complicated and messy. The Super 8 esque footage is stunning and stuffed to the brim with wonderful light which complements what is a suitably stunning soundtrack. It’s an honest movie and earns its ending well. You should go see it and fortify thyself. Well, try.

Golden Mago

If you fancy heading down that psychedelic rock/funk/noise hole then you should almost definitely start with ‘Tago Mago’ and try your level best to conduct your journey under the right conditions. This is a first UK press and it’s about as close to perfect as you would want it to be. The introduction to ‘Paperhouse’ is probably one of the most recognisable album openers of the genre from that period and you know you’re in for a ride.

Leowallsian

There are a wonderful variety of cats and their associated characters here - writers, editors, actors, directors, models, photographers, artists, painters, curators, columnists, dancers, teachers, home makers, metal sculptors, and even The Episcopal Bishop of New York City - often with their own unique, esoteric take on the moggy mode and appropriately ridiculous photos to accompany them. They are beautiful, yes but they are assholes in additon.

The Last Blonde

This is number 1006 of 2000 printed. It limited. Alasdair McLellan (he of ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ fame, Berlin 2002) is a fantastic portrait photographer and ‘Blondey 15-21’ follows the young, English skater over those formative years. While I don’t usually go in for what is technically fashion photography, there is a certain fragility in McLellan’s work and in that of Blondey himself. Nab one while you can.

Water Bully

Bully’s first album, ’Feels Like’ will cut you at volume. Album opener, ‘I Remember’ sets it out like so, with tight, dry drums, punk rock guitars, a mildly psychotic baseline and vocals that…female Kurt? All I can say, is that despite how long it took to finally get a copy into my eager, moist paws, I am very glad to have it with me now. It’s really personal and Alicia Bognanno gets real fast.

A Moxy Rogue

I was beginning to think I might never get to say this and really, truly mean it but Mr. Miller is mixing the record. As we speak. There was a moment when it appeared as though some files - some key files - may have been…missing. I did my best to distract an ailing mind but there were certainly one or two sleepless nights. Thankfully, Mr. Hamper is a notorious and meticulous hoarder and all is well.

100

We find ourselves at one singular hundred articles. With an estimated average of seven hundred words per strudel, that makes a total of approximately seventy thousand words, in all - the summary of a short and particularly weird novel - for you to paw and rummage through, like so many horny voles. I am here with you and I am amazed.

#CalendarDolls

The commercial calendar was originally a Victorian enterprise that Pirelli weaponised to maximum effect in the 1960s and ‘70s. Of course it’s true that attitudes have changed since then and that, for the most part, is a very good thing. However, these are the girls who adorned the walls of factories, offices, barracks, barber shops, garages and the inside of lorry cabs the world over and it is not entirely without merit.

The Griffin Cosmos

Brian made his name shooting album covers for everyone from Iggy Pop to Depeche Mode, Queen and Kate Bush to name but a few. We talked about his collection, about tour fatigue and we even discussed how his initial work necessitated Polaroid backs which ended up signed by their artistic subjects and most likely in the collection of any number of lucky assistants. The mind boggles.

Mama's Brownies

Andy was in the shop for a while not long ago, on his knees as though in twisted prayer, head firmly wedged behind the Rosita. Upon parting, he gifted me with this, the most sturdy of vintage box cameras. I’m not sure why I have inherited it but can only assume I have entered into some kind of pact with his unquiet god. That being the case, I see no reason to not source film for the thing and capture some souls.

Savage

He Who Does Bass made the initial introduction between myself and the band officially known as Savages. Their first album, ‘Silence Yourself’ is that kind of loud and originates from a corresponding layer of the Common Era. Jehnny Beth is a formidable lyrical and vocal driving force and the band’s general assertion that the record is to be played loud in the foreground is terribly good advice.

Altar o' The Fae

To satiate immediate queries, yes it’s more things that are strange and yes it might be better than season one. It’s also a thing that is about post traumatic stress, isn’t afraid to invert its stereotypical sexy lifeguard scene and has deep, pan-dimensional horror in spades but perhaps most importantly, it knows how to tell a joke and it knows when to get real.

Lizard Rising

We should definitely talk about Johnny Marr. It should pretty evident to anyone who saw that set on Saturday, that Marr is the performer we all deserve and he behaves like it too, which is nice. Bullshit is not a compulsory component for ‘This Charming Man’ and it wasn’t present at Glastonbury.

Eclectic Omens

‘Electric Ladyland’ is a record that commands a certain respect from anyone who’s laid ears on it, which should be everyone but I continue to be surprised and delighted whenever I find a body that ain’t familiar with Hendrix’ wild and weird freakout of an album. It is also true that I am never sure what fucking speed this thing runs at and I could be correct at 33 or we could be in some really strange Jimi & The Chipmunks territory at 45.

An Elton Summer

People seem to be deeply in love with the new Toy Story and I am absolutely one of them. I did laugh, I may even have cried and I certainly felt as though my pennies were well spent and you should go and see this fucking film. Pixar are seminal wizards of the heart, they will get you in your feel place and as far as these characters go, I could not be more invested. Also, Keanu Reeves. Again!

Philosopher's Stoned

Martin is also an alchemist and has made everything from films concerned with the existence of UFOs and their influence on the civilisations of the ancient world, to exhibitions which confirm that yes, he is indeed a witch. There was a broom, stood upright in the centre of a room and a burning candle balanced atop said stick. When the candle is blown out, the stick falls.