Myrkur - M

I LOVE this. It reminds me so much of Katherine Blake and Miranda Sex Garden, a band I miss dearly. M is definitely making it into my year end list. Sonically haunting, dark and beautiful; a storm that tears the heavens asunder and drenches the world below it in darkness.

We Can Never Go Home...

... is quite easily Shawn's favorite comic of 2015. Wanna know why? Read this week's edition of Thee Comic Column, over yonder on Joup.

New Besnard Lakes!

Courtesy of Mr. Brown, without whom this year I probably wouldn't have heard half the new music I have. Cheers mate!

Pre-order the new album, A Coliseum Complex Museum here.

Man Vs. Rock...

...is the indie comic that has had Shawn and Joe laughing their f&*king asses off all week. Wanna know more? It's all in this week's Thee Comic Column over on Joup.

David Bowie - Black Star

Mr. Brown sent me this at least a week ago and I've only just gotten around to watch it. New Bowie is always a good thing, and with what I keep hearing about the upcoming album of the same name (Out Jan 8th, 2016) being the 'weirdest' Bowie record in a long time, I for one am more than eager to have this in my hands.



Some observations:

I LOVE the return to the sax. Saxophone was once synonymous with Bowie - for me at least - and I feel like he hadn't really found a way to incorporate it into the new sound he's been toying with since 2005's Reality. No longer the case. Hopefully there'll be more on the record.

I also LOVE the return to utilizing synths and some of the overall aesthetic he experimented with in the 90s during his "industrial" phase.

This is weird as fuck and I LOVE it.

Indie Comic Descent of the Dead...

... is the topic on tap in this week's Thee Comic Column, over yonder on Joup.

X's For Eyes Pre-Order

Yet another reason to celebrate.

Laird Barron has a new novella coming out in a few weeks and you can pre-order it here. Over the course of the previous four years Mr. Barron has become my favorite writer, a man whose words move me in ways that feel ancient and endless. Over the course of four anthologies*, one novella and one novel he has become the first author in years that I re-read constantly. His loose-knit mythology has burrowed its way into my brain and I think that would make him happy. Surely it makes me happy, when it doesn't make me all-out paranoid that the eye of Shiva is staring back at me from the other side of some dark cosmic mirror that is probably focusing on me even as I write this...

If you don't believe me go here and, after subscribing to an amazing podcast, take forty minutes or so to listen to Mr. Barron's short story Frontier Death Song. I've listened to it countless amounts of time and it never becomes less affecting. Read by the inimitable David Robison, this is the perfect introduction to the cosmic pulp horror of Laird Barron's work.