My Spotify playlist has been off doing its own thing thismorning and so far it’s offered up ‘Seattle Party’ by Chastity Belt and ‘Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales’ by Car Seat Headrest, both of which are excellent enough to warrant your attention. Having ploughed through both seasons of the incredible & violent ‘Happy’ on Nootfurx last night, I was in need of something to distract myself from the temptation of Amazon’s ‘The Boys’, as this has been promised to another. It was by this crooked path that I found myself sampling one or two episodes of ‘Maron’, featuring that guy, Marc Maron from ‘GLOW’. It’s good. Not like, female wrestling good but I feel like that’s down to the concept as much as the writing and that third season of aforementioned neon bout set a high bar. Suck it and see.
There is film coming back almost every day this week and I am exercising the full force of my organisational powers [not to be overestimated] to keep on top of shit. I’m also endeavouring to maintain what might be perceived as a healthy/eclectic blend of stuff for you to feast on, blending each serving with our existing smorgasbord available over at the TMAX gallery. Today’s offering includes Mr. K - head Hive chef & gent of the truest nature - that one of The Lady Ess on a country road, a wall of gear from T’s house of sound, another nice market shot, and one more member of that Anglican Pixies affair from Kafri. There’s even a rare shot of Dewan, AKA Master J from Lucky Fret - purveyors of fine and tempting instruments of noise. He’s not (as you can probably tell) a fan of photos, particularly those containing his self but I’m a persistent gnome and so did capture him in that most natural of kingdoms. By way of recompense, I should mention that he has musical things in the pipeline, currently going under working title ‘Teenage Sequence’ and I shall keep my third, beady eye glued open for your benefit.
She (not the cat’s mother) convinced me to purchase this one evening, while Discogs was awake in my hands and thus, we find ourselves here. ‘Jeff Wayne’s Musical Version of The War Of The Worlds’ (CBS, 1978) is, quite transparently and lovingly based on the 1898 novel by H. G. Wells. Believe it or not, it’s also the 32nd best-selling studio album of all time in the UK. The accompanying and thoroughly unexpected booklet features several paintings by Peter Goodfellow, Geoff Taylor and Michael Trim that…look at them. Just look. The album is a complete trip and was produced by either Jeff or a god-like race of metallic spiders, depending on whom you would choose to believe. It is a varied creature too, with all the progressive trappings one might expect; from a string section, through funky guitar feedback, to whirling organs and sitars and spoken word to round the whole experience out. It is a thing that inspires. There was even a video game for the Spectrum in 1984. Actually, there’s also been an RTS and a third person shooter and an animated version so I’m quite late to the party but there’s no time like the present, right?
In the end, I dove into the new Jim Henson treat last night and now I could watch it forever. The original ‘Dark Crystal’ has, in recent years, been widely recognised as one of the top sci-fi movies we’ve been gifted with, even if it is now something of a childhood relic. ‘Age Of Resistance’ is a fully revamped, fully realised prequel that retains everything that was weirdly, wonderfully janky about the original while allowing a breadth and scope of vision (some of those shots) that would never have been possible in 1982. We got yuck. We got sky. We got life. In terms of tone, it’s GOT x Labyrinth and I don’t think I can warble a higher octave of praise than that? I’m getting the same tactile, real feel that I got from the original Star Wars trilogy. Whaddya know, I managed it. The puppets are incredible and Louis Leterrier's use of green screen is so adept that it’s often difficult to tell where he’s used it and where we may as well, to all intents and purposes be on a physical representation of Thra. You should know - for surety of tickling your buttons - that Mr. Hamill himself is in this too and he is a scientist and a bird in addition.
The new Borderlands game - the third of its name - comes out tomorrow and I am cranked. Mechs are wild and Moze is my girl, although I could equally be convinced to be master of some of these beasts. I expect to see y’all planet side and there has never been a better time to take your partner by the hand and shoot some too-many-toothed space pups.
JD - TACOCAT
[Props to IMDB for the thumbnail image.]