January passes without complaint. It could even be the case that it passes without anyone noticing the fact as soon it shall be February. Once twelve is twelve and twelve twelves are twenty-four. The implications of this are terrifying and I am not so much sick at the thought of goose, as horrified by its increasing imminence. If I’m giving you the fear too, I apologise.
I promised last time that we’d take a look at this and now I have a copy. ‘Lux et Nox’ by Bill Henson is not a small publication, as exampled by the uniquely wide angle I was forced to adopt in the above slides. It is luxurious. It is hedonistic. It is beautifully lit and I am drawn back to Ms. Calvi’s album in return. Henson’s observation of the dark is just as present, sumptuous and full of velvet as the light is soft, glittering and easy in each and every photograph. Provided you have space, it commands attention and gods compel you to turn from the edge.
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 into the annals of history as the dark, restless ’64 scene. I am tantalised either way and have just re-run ‘The Smash Brothers Doc’ (East Point Pictures, 2013) on Youtubb again. Ne’r want for drama. My cup doth overflow with the liquor of hope, despair, obsession and Kweens. Or Qings, I’m easy. I need to find out who edited this and give them my thumbs because they did themselves and us (and all our much neglected GC controllers) proud. Mad props and a hamburder to you, Travis.
Sex Education on Netflix is good enough to devour in a single sitting. You know, if you have time. Gillian Anderson, Asa Butterfield and Emma Mackey pull off their turns at laugh-out-loud funny and touching with equal aplomb. It also has a really, really good soundtrack that spans a fair few musical genres, as opposed to merely a select twee repertoire. ‘Fuck All The Perfect People’ by Chip Taylor and the wonderful ‘Can I Sleep In Your Brain’ by Ezra Furman - who also worked on the soundtrack as a whole - both make excellent bedfellows for your starved, unloved eardrums. Then there’s that stunning, early bird rendition of Billy Ocean’s ‘Love Really Hurts Without You’ [I see vinyl in your future] that I dare you not to dance to.
It seems possible that, most things being eventual, we may be in for a further, welcome revival in the vein of diverse, trend-setting playlists. It has to happen sooner or later, right?
JD - TACOCAT
[Props to Tiger Pixel for the insane thumbnail of Slippy.]