Man, I listened to Frank Black's Honeycomb record for the first time in a long time yesterday and was deeply moved. I've always identified more with the other iterations of his solo work that occur under variations of his moniker. Frank Black and the Catholics are my favorite, followed of course by Pixies, Black Francis and, um, whatever other derivations might be currently escaping me. Honeycomb occupies a weird place in my awareness because I always confuse it as being a Catholics album, and my least favorite of the bunch. But in being reminded of its place in Mr. Black's catalog, I was also reminded of a lot of good times listening to this, and it was nice to go back and give it my full attention, even if I might not do so again for some time.
Mystique and Destiny in Victorian England? Been waiting for this, as I really want follow-up on that opening sequence in Immortal X-Men #1 that saw the two of them and Sinister - or perhaps the man who would be Sinister - discussing the future from the vantage point of citizens of Victoriana.
Speaking of Victoriana, the first two issues of Phantasmagoria blew me away. Possession, secret high society societies, and a bevy of literary allusions have made this one of my most anticipated monthlies at the moment.
Will the finale of this current Shaolin Cowboy series be as insane as the first six issues? I'd bet my talking, smoking lizards on it.
I'm still in awe of what Lemire and Sorrentino have given us so far from the Bone Orchard Mythos, so I've been kind of chomping at the bit to read more.
Watch:
Last night, K and I made it out to see Martin McDonagh's new film, The Banshees of Inisherin, which floored me when I saw it landed in our local Regal.
Like the rest of McDonagh's oeuvre, Banshees is a feast for the eyes, brain and heart. Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson turn in outstanding performances that are bolstered by a supporting cast that knows no weakness, especially Kerry Condon and Barry Keoghan. The chemistry between all of them is riveting, but of special note for me was seeing Keoghan and Farrell together again; echoes of their performances in Killing of a Sacred Deer still resound in my head.
I know many will be tempted to wait for streaming on this one, being a quiet drama and all. I would, however, advise seeing it on the big screen. Not only will you be supporting films like this continuing to receive wide theatrical release - David O'Russell's Amsterdamn and its epic failure at the BO has greatly corrupted the chances of adult dramas rolling wide from here out - but you'll be able to feel the breathless majesty of the Emerald Isle on the big screen, the way cinematographer Ben Davis intended.
Also of note, Carter Burwell's score is, as always, wonderful; inspiring as it is in its "less is more" aesthetic.
NCBD:
Here's what I'm pulling off the shelves later today:
Playlist:
Ifernach - Capitulation of All Life
Grand Duchy - Petite Fours
Frank Black - Honeycomb
Revolting Cocks - Big Sexy Land
Godflesh - Streetcleaner
Barry Adamson - Back to the Cat
Calderum - Mystical Fortress of Iberian Lands
Underworld - Barbara Barbara, We Face A Shining Future
Underworld - RiverRun Project
Darkness Brings the Cold - House of Sin
Darkness Brings the Cold - Eponymous
Darkness Brings the Cold - Human Me
Deafheaven - Sunbather
Fvunerals - For the Horrors Eat the Light (pre-release single, thanks Tommy)
Godflesh - PURE Live
Godflesh - Messiah
Card:
From Jonathan Grimm's Bound Tarot, which you can buy HERE.
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