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.

Bladefarer ∞

Like all great science fiction, the technology, space ships, A.I and alien lifeforms are somewhat incidental; they are a contact and mirror to hold up though which we might better view ourselves. The atmosphere may be different, the language ever-changing but some aspects of human nature remain.

Specterscope

Stålenhag’s juxtaposition of the familiar and the strange is just as great as I thought it would be and that found fiction aspect works superbly in conjunction with his narrative through-line. Both ‘eerie’ and ‘nostalgic’ are being thrown about with total accuracy. It is an imagining of present and a future much of our own making and one that we are perhaps thoroughly incapable of escaping, even if we wanted to.

Sans Thermals

Joyce True’s portraits and vignettes are the perfect complement to Young’s witty, naughty advice for ‘the man who knows he’ll never have biceps’ like Arnie. As dissapointed as that once made a much younger, more gym-faring me, I’ve come to terms with it and that must be a healthy thing.

Kim's River Myth

Look at this book. Look at this tiny, tiny book. How shall I furnish an empty house with the like of ‘Six Fairy Tales’? Hockney, the brothers Grimm and I need to have a serious chat. Also, I desperately need to Tracy Island a miniature bookmark for that is what shall make my heart to soar.

OddTube

‘Oddworld:Abe’s Oddysee’ on the PS1 kept me well and truly glued for at least one summer in the early Noughties but I never got past that bee ridden mountain, with or without the “help” of a desert type tauntaun. Fortunately, Yourub exists and I can finally reach those once unvisited, unsurmountable heights via the most vicarious of means.

Wed Ted R'demption

‘Live at The Star Club, Hamburg’. That album is seminal [there’s actually a copy in the post], it’s just…not necessarily a redeeming piece of music should you have married your thirteen year old cousin? Possibly while still married to your second wife? I mean, it’s a really wild record and maybe you just call yourself Bird Man and people forget.

One Honey Snap

Remember those disposable cameras you used to buy in the airport? The ones now reserved for wedding tables and hen parties; those that occasionally…how do I put this? Go missing and then turn up years later in time capsule fashion with all kinds of nostalgic and “compromising” material squirrelled within?

Scubetti

This is ‘Hot Hits 16’, pressed in 1973 by EMI as part of their Music For Pleasure series. It’s two sides of just really, really great and/or interesting covers of everything from ‘You’re So Vain’, through ‘The Jean Genie to ‘Roll Over Beethoven’. Again, they are covers and not the original artists but that isn’t always a bad thing and is often a refreshing thing.

Horsey, horsy, horsie

The new season - the fifth of its name, in case I might have your attention - of Bojack Horseman has been up on the Northflux for just long enough, should you love to both laugh and cry simultaneously. I maintain that everything about this show is gold for the reflective manic depressive and that is exactly what I require.

Dali's Spangly Pants

Paula Yates’ musical drawers are very funny, very tongue in cheek and…illuminating? Both Bob Geldof and Frank Zappa are most impressive (yes, in that way), as are Lemmy Ace Of Spades and Ted Nugent. Bowie/Ziggy and Elton John’s shots might be a little too close for comfort and I’m not certain that we needed those particular angles? As for McCartney, I think there might be such a thing as cheating here.

Maya Have More?

If you’ve ever seen one of those movies with Keira Knightly, Johnny Depp and Mr. Bloom, that’s the kind of territory we’re into now: Banana trees, cenotes (read, subterranean sweet water caves, riddled with nice bats), lagoons the like of which you visit in your most idyllic Caribbean dreams (I’m lusting for you, Kaan Luum) and Los Angeles.

St Mary's Garden

While the studio has no name as of yet, we would like to proffer, ‘The Hollow Beneath St Mary’ as an option. It’s basically an abandoned crypt and possibly our natural environment. The tools have been tended to, the iron is hot and my body is…ready?

Silver

Anya Silver was 49 and I think it’s entirely reasonable to say that’s too young. I certainly feel that way. I have a few of her books at home on the top shelf and I climb there from time to time, curl up among some dust bunnies and rest in the half light.