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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.

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.

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.

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.

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?