Showing posts with label Christopher Buehlman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christopher Buehlman. Show all posts

Friday, November 14, 2025

Vulture Feather - Pleasant Obstacle

I'd never heard of Vulture Feathers before this popped up in my feed, probably because YouTube's spying algorithms observed me mentioning Felte Records recently. Whatever the case, this song is fantastic, so I gave their 2025 album It Will Be Like Now a whirl yesterday and quite liked that, too. 

Grab either on the group's Bandcamp HERE.




Watch:

Last night K and I took in the local premiere of Osgood Perkins' newest film, Keeper. Here's another brilliant trailer from the fine folks at Neon, who honestly, do the best trailers in the biz at the moment. Watch without fear of spoilage:


Just like their trailers for Perkins' Longlegs, this trailer shows me so many images that get my brain going, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???" but in no way tells me anything about the plot of the movie. Brilliant!

So how was the film?

The trailer is better.

I'll elaborate that, like the other, pre-Longlegs Perkins films I've seen, Keeper is extremely well made. So much time is spent on building tension, though, that the tension build up begins to dissolve. When shit finally goes off, it's too little, too late.




Read:

Yesterday I finished Christopher Buehlman's The Lesser Dead. I'd started this mid-October, but apparently forgot to log it here. Then, once I saw GDT's Frankenstein was coming our way, I set this down about halfway through and re-read Mary Shelley's novel just for comparison's sake. Once I finished that, I hopped right back over to Buehlman's fantastic tale of vampires living in the tunnels below the subways in late 70's New York City. 


I've mentioned here before how I have a thing for stories that take place underground, so when my good friend Chris Saunders mentioned this one to me back in September, I pretty much ordered it on the spot and moved it to the top of the pile. The Lesser Dead does not disappoint. If you've ever read Anne Rice's Vampire novels, you know how lush they are in the description of New Orleans over a span of several centuries. Just thinking the words "Interview with a Vampire" conjures immediate mental imagery of the Architecture and copious bougainvillea. Well, there's a very similar lush extravagance in Buehlman's novel, only it's for the dirt and grime of late 70s NY, both above and below ground. He uses cultural touchstones like the TV show Soap and Studio 54 to really anchor the world above ground, and dark, moldy opulence-gone-by of the New York buried beneath the streets to flesh out the world below ground. The novel is gorgeous, riveting, and the narrator, Peter, is so likable and easy to read, you'll blow through this in a matter of days and want more. 




Playlist:

Steve Moore - Jimmy and Stiggs OST
Blackbraid - Blackbraid III
Ritual Howls - Ruin
Vulture Feather - Pleasant Obstacle (single)
Vulture Feather - It Will Be Like Now
David Bowie - Reality
The Ocean - Even Deeper (single; NIN cover)
The Ocean - Phanerozoic I: Palaeozoic
The Ocean - Phanerozoic II: Mesozoic / Cenozoic
Dance with the Dead - Driven to Madness
White Hex - Gold Nights




Card:

From Jonathan Grimm's Hand of Doom Tarot, which you can buy HERE.


• Five of Cups
• King of Swords
• VIII: Strength

Man, didn't I just have this same pull recently? No, so there are apparently a lot of guitars in this deck. Not a complaint, and really, the fact that I interpret every card with a guitar at first glance as an edict to pick up my axe and make music tells me more than the rest of the spread does.

That said, A) it's really cool to see these in their actual B&W. These days, I almost always shoot by colored light, so it's cool to be reminded of the actual deck's vibe, as it is awesome! B), I'd say this is pretty clearly a three-card sequence suggesting I turn my back on some emotional hang-up, dig in my heels and apply my Will to something that feels like it has power over me. That's a little scary, and I'm not going to make any rash decisions, but it's good to be reminded of how we hold ourselves hostage.