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The Bataclan shootings in November of 2015 caused an infinite degree of pain around the world, not least for those in attendance that evening, their families and friends. Antoine’s assertion, that those responsible for the murder of Hélène, his wife, would not have his hate or the hatred of their infant son, is an unfathomably dense, totemic thing. It is poetic in the most terrible and perfect of ways.

The Black Year Tape

We are reminded that it is the series that changed the way we think about the future, about each other; about sex and technology, the family and afterlife - all set to a suitably creepy crooner - and my body is as ready as it ever shall be for the shake-inducing likes of last season’s ‘Arkangel’.

Detector IV

A certain Phil Stocker dropped by the shop last week, just in time for golden hour and caught the Rosita at her finest. There were also a couple of snaps of books and some stupid speakers made by Grundig in 1952. No one’s ever been crazy enough to attempt the like since and few have captured them with such phenomenal grain.

Tucadewookie

It must be true that there is an alternate, lesser galaxy in which there are no hairy co-pilots of the Falcon and it’s basically just kit bashing, some bullshit about midichlorians, and a whole buncha pew pews. There are other aliens in the wars concerning stars, for sure but I like that wookie and Mayhew made the role his own.

Her Virgin Filly

Season two of ‘She-Ra and the Princesses of Power’ on Nootfox is one of those overwhelmingly positive things that I always find time for and if I can’t find the time, I make time, concocted directly from raw chronoplasm: Two portions of just a minute, a dash of rain check then stir twice, counter clockwise. That’s my recipe anyhow. You do you.

A Penny Brew

Bitches Brew’ by Miles Davis is a crazed affair. It is the most acidic of jazz so that needs must be your bag before venturing in, as something with this much mood on LP is made for a very specific room. However, those who do shall be richly rewarded.

Jonesing

Without us even noticing, Alien hit 40 years old and someone decided to do something about it. ‘Night Shift’ is the third in a series of six shorts commissioned to mark the big, gross space wasp’s birthday and it’s…good? There are certain camera movements that don’t quite stick the landing but honestly, if you want to go back to LV 426 then this is terrifyingly close.

Star Brawls

I am a mathematically impossible one hundred and one percent in the room for their western-sci-fi-bounty-hunting extravaganza. John Favreau and Pedro Pascal seems like a strong blend and I’m wondering how much this Disney+ deal is going to cost me. Anything with more IG-88 please.

Once Upon A Season

First there was the slow and worrying closure of my larynx. Then my eye attempted to perform semaphore and throbbed accordingly. Having decided that I didn’t really need to know what came next and feeling increasingly like butter scraped over too much bread, I made for the hills, ran with the lambs and caught some of what is known by them there locals as “big sky”.

The Shadow Angelic

Sekiro is the kind of thing upon which dynasties are founded and I feel like FromSoftware are actually getting their talons into my weak, reluctant hide with this one, in a way that they did not with the Soulsborne games. Those were interactions wherein I was more the mouse than the cat and I crawled beneath a sofa the very second their attention was diverted.

Love Steth’ + Kodak

Tim Miller and David Fincher’s new Netflix anthology is a genre defying masterclass in how to push the envelope for entertainment. It’s also some of the best contemporary sci fi available to human kind. Every episode different and also incredible? It is apparently possible and there isn’t an episode without stellar writing, knock ‘em dead visuals and a cast to kill for.

Big Damn Billion

‘The Big Lebowski’ has everyone from Dylan to Nina Simone on it and a really beautiful, storming flamenco rendition of ‘Hotel California’ by Gipsy Kings on side two that needs to be played all. the. time and if Paul Mann’s cover artwork never grants him a sainthood then I honestly don’t know what kind of world we live in.

CRUK

This particular outing is a very people focused affair and also it is a very British thing. That is, it is a body of work that explores the idea of Britishness with a level of satire that is over 8000! The irony of an in depth look at identity in the looming shadow of Brexit isn’t lost on Parr and the Gucci sponsorship might just be the most perfect thing in 2019.

St Glitter Is U

Considering this was published more than thirty years ago, the fact that we’re still drawing from that shockingly beautiful well is something. There is a command of depth of field and selection that only the dark room provides and is rarely found via the monitor. Our return to singular, meaningful experiences must be tied to this, as sure as death and taxes and “just one drink”.

Catnip Marvel

I thought ‘Wonder Woman’ was fine material and I think that ‘Captain Marvel’ might be up there too. The cat alone seals it for me. I did see one bright spark claiming that the emphasis was on “captain’ being a masculine premise but I can’t really converse with that person, any more than I can hold court with a spud.

Shrove Romuli

There are still those out there who have yet to see Netflix’s Oscar award-winning ‘Roma’. There are also apparently those who definitely know better that are trying to claim it’s not a film? I wish that I couldn’t figure out why but I guess that lemons aren’t mutually exclusive to dat shrove treat, in the same way that films are not exclusive to movie theatres.

Sculpture 99

‘Studies In Verberation’ features the work of reclusive French sculptor, ACM, which may or may not be an acronym for Actual Credible Messiah. The NYT called it ‘mouldering’ and I think that might be correct, in the best possible sense. I am obsessed and thoroughly up in their craw.

Nighthive

Basement Beehive’ landed on my mat late last year and it’s taken me a while to make my way through the trackless with any kind of conscious recall in tow. There are fifty-six tracks. 56. Take it either way, alpha or numerical and that’s a lot of tracks. Fortunately, you’re unlikely to have heard any of them before.

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.