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The Black Year Tape

We are reminded that it is the series that changed the way we think about the future, about each other; about sex and technology, the family and afterlife - all set to a suitably creepy crooner - and my body is as ready as it ever shall be for the shake-inducing likes of last season’s ‘Arkangel’.

Jonesing

Without us even noticing, Alien hit 40 years old and someone decided to do something about it. ‘Night Shift’ is the third in a series of six shorts commissioned to mark the big, gross space wasp’s birthday and it’s…good? There are certain camera movements that don’t quite stick the landing but honestly, if you want to go back to LV 426 then this is terrifyingly close.

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.

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.

Cryptonita

The new part arrived late last week and is currently being fitted by Andy The Technomancer as I type this. Much in the same way that a piano being tuned or bells being hung are fascinating processes to watch, this is simultaneously arcane and voyeuristic. As for the Rosita, she is lain disembowelled about the listening room floor.

Big Yellow Opera

a few of my regular miscreants (because ‘friend’ is such a strong word after Friday night) raised at least one of their collective eyebrows at this particular foray into the boxes this weekend.