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Philosopher's Stoned

Philosopher's Stoned

Let me tell you about this real mother fucker that I know and feel free to lie down first, preferably in your best and most ascended state of mind. Martin Sexton and I first met via Mme Roshistaghtzyii and my inner life has been much enriched ever since. Let me start by reaffirming my belief in science and the logical process. Then, allow me to follow that up by telling you that I want to believe in crop circles. I mean, I know that they exist because I have seen them in person but as to their origins, I like anything that reminds us that we might not yet be young enough to know everything.

this is probably why he is the individual partially responsible for turning Stone Henge back on

Martin is also an alchemist and has made everything from films - complete with a healthy dab of psychedelics - 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. No, I don’t know either and I am happy to be fooled. Like someone you know intimately, Dear Reader, he is obsessed with both artefacts and illusion and this is probably why he is the individual partially responsible for turning Stone Henge back on this year at the summer solstice, along with infamous British artist Jamie Reid - who’s great grandfather may or may not have been the last chief druid of England to turn Stone Henge off prior to WWI - and Japanese noise rockers Bo Ningen. Everything in that last sentence is potentially accurate. This means that in addition to a kinda breathtaking series of alchemical prints, there is also a towering stack of Marshall amplifiers on a church alter and a 3D stereoscopic viewer, utilised [in today’s thumbnail] to maximum effect by Ian Garfield Hoxley (AKA Mary) from Gaye Bikers On Acid. Theirs is an intrinsically physical form of literature, rooted in the physical world, in as much as music is the result of air particles being physically moved, as real as standing stones, electricity and ink. All I ask is that you are watching closely.

I’ll plant one foot on the latter, loftier side of their fence and hold my partially metaphorical hellhound

The new season Jessica Jones has plenty to say on the nature of heroism. It appears to want to dip the daintiest of toes into discussions emanating from people’s expectations of heroes and also people’s expectations of people. There’s also a whole bunch of early stuff that touches on the line (or indeed the existence of a line) between assisted suicide and murder. I’ll let you know how the landing of that flight goes in due course. As is, I am not currently satisfied as to whether we are in the presence of some questionable writing - “You’re that power chick from the video” - or if the writers are making a fairly astute tongue in cheek comment on the idiocy of social media and the internet at large. I’ll plant one foot on the latter, loftier side of their fence and hold my partially metaphorical hellhound for now. I can get past most things, to a certain point if we’re going to take even a semi-serious look at Captain America; the world’s moral compass, who knows right from wrong and who gets to make that decision. Perhaps this isn’t a show about the nature of heroism at all, or at least if it is, it is also a show that must simultaneously be about the nature of villainy. Like I said, the new season of Jessica Jones is a good time.

Pikachu is dead, he’s not played by Ryan Reynolds and an arbok gets torn apart from the inside

‘The End Of Pokemon’ is the Pokemon movie that I kind of always knew I wanted. We’ve always suspected, deep down, that something is awry at the heart of that IP, even if your squirtle only fainted after my little grass toad tore the still beating heart from his watery chest. As someone who normally loves animals and abhors dog fighting, I am none the less more than happy to hone my team of six ravenous lifeforms to become what is the equivalent of an extremely bloody board with a nail in it. We can agree that there is something…off about the whole thing. Adi Shankar, producer of Nicefox’s ‘Castlevania’ gets this and goes super dark with surprising speed. Pikachu is dead, he’s not played by Ryan Reynolds and an arbok gets torn apart from the inside by a hyperactive magikarp. Really. Animated by Angry Metal Studios, the team behind various other bootleg shorts [the Punisher and Judge Dredd], the art direction is suitably filled to choking point with gore and definitely not safe for any 8-11 year olds everywhere who still, innocently want to catch ‘em all. As to when we shall be able to get our hands on the accompanying games, ‘Pokemon Blood’ and ‘Pokemon Bone’, only time and a certain number of takedown notices shall tell.

Make it double.

JD - TACOCAT


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