Greg Dulli's new solo album Random Desire is out today, and as I sit here this morning listening to it, it's fantastic and will no doubt jump start a binge on his various projects. This is the first of Dulli's solo albums I've listened to, and I'm remedying that as well. 2005's Amber Headlights is cued up and ready to roll in just a little bit.
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Last night while reading Chuck Wendig's Wanderers, the book jumped from a solid three to an all-out five. Page 392, just over the half-way point. Game-changing development I did not see coming. At all. This book is about so many things, such an intricately crafted puzzle that also, reads in an eerie harmonic with events unfolding in China. This real-life effect is a first for me with a novel, and it's adding a layer that is as disconcerting as it is riveting.
I am so utterly infatuated with this novel now and fully intend on reading more of Mr. Wendig's work.
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Playlist:
Antemasque - Eponymous
The Mars Volta - De-loused in the Comatorium
Drab Majesty - Modern Mirror
Drab Majesty - Careless
Myrkur - M
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Card:
Appropriate, yet a bit harrowing based on all the "Age of Horus" that comes up in a lot of the research I've been doing for Shadow Play Books 2 and 3, particularly ideas I'm playing with from Donald Tyson's essay, Enochian Apocalypse, which I first encountered in Disinformation's Modern Occult Tome Book of Lies, but which is readily available online HERE. I fully realize Tyson's work here is complicated in its presentation - read some valid critiques of it HERE - but the idea of Crowley cracking open the Watch Towers and poisoning humanity's collective unconscious just before the start of WWI is as chilling as it is fascinating.
My cousin Charles turned me on to Porridge Radio while I was in Chicago, and they made a huge impression pretty much from the moment he hit play on "Sweet." I immediately felt an Eagulls vibe from their music, and being that lately, I've had frequent lapses into "Where are they now?" reveries concerning that band, this comes at just the right moment.
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The good folks at Omnium Gatherum - publishers of Robert Payne Cabeen's brilliant novel Cold Cuts, just put up a cool title sequence and I had to post it. Love this.
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It's time once again for...
Season Four, Episode Six, "Sanguinarium" guest stars Richard Beymer and puts him at the heart of a Medical Coven of Black Magick Practitioners. That sounds a bit mixed up, but keep in mind, this is back in the days when television writing didn't have to do super accurate research on things like Black Magick, witches, etc., in order to incorporate them into a major network show. Thus, a lot of lore gets its wires crossed. That's fine for the era, but would no doubt be chased out of town today (ever read an article by one of the Occult practitioners who rally against Hereditary for the allowances the film makes with Paimon?). "Sanguinarium" is a pretty cool episode that takes Mulder and Scully through a world that is equal parts plastic surgery and black magick, and its bloody, a bit more gorey than I would have expected, and fun. Plus, Ben Horne. Always a win.
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Playlist:
Antemasque - Eponymous
Talking Heads - Remain in Light
Lloyd Cole and the Commotions - Mainstream
Porridge Radio - Every Bad (pre-release singles)
Porridge Radio - Rice, Pasta, and Other Fillers
20 Watt Tombstone - Wisco Disco
Algiers - There is No Year
The Great Old Ones - Cosmscism
Barry Adamson - As Above So Below
Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats - Wasteland
Ulver - Nattens Madrigal
Ulver - Teachings in Silence
A couple of night ago in the Southwest Suburbs of Chicago, some dear friends hosted a party in mine and K's honor. During this event, I saw a youtube clip that, well, dropped my jaw.
The context, besides liquor, was that Mr. Celentano is quite an interesting fellow when you read about him; he is credited as having introduced Rock n Roll to Italy. All my friend Amy told me as this song began was, to quote Celentano's wikipedia page, "...was written to mimic the way English sounds to non-English speakers despite being almost entirely nonsense."
Sold.
I love everything about this, especially the colors and, um, the fit of Celentano's pants. From someone who was born over half a decade after the 60s ended, this is as much my broad stroke impression of that era as "Prisencolinensinainciusol" is a broad stroke of English. Reminds me a bit of an Italian, "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised," although I can't quite put my finger on why that is.
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If you've followed these pages for the last few years, you know I'm a fan of Kristen Gorlitz's Relationship/Horror comic The Empties. The new Kickstarter just went up a few days ago for the final, collected volume of the book. Support it if you can - this is a fantastic indie comic, and something I think will eventually make a killer movie.
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NCBD:
A typically light week, although I find myself in the mood to read some comics. I may pick something up on Kindle, depending what's on sale:
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Playlist:
Black Sabbath - Children of the Grave (Cassette)
Black Sabbath - Sabotage
Boards of Canada - In A Beautiful Place Out In The Country EP
Bohren and Der Club of Gore - Patchouli Blue
Metatron Omega - Evangelikon
Boards of Canada - Tomorrow's Harvest
Blut Aus Nord - 777 Cosmosophy
Edu Comelles and Rafa Ramos Sania - Botanica De Balcon
Jefre Cantu-Ledesma - In Summer EP
Stevie Wonder - Greatest Hits
Slayer - Live Undead
Testament - The Gathering
The Great Old Ones - Cosmicism
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Card of the day:
You spend a couple of days off laying out a perfectly functioning brain and emotional state, then you return to work and someone puts two blades straight through everything you worked so hard to shore up.
I wanted to post this a few days ago, but with the continued irregularity of my schedule, I've got all kinds of cool stuff piling up. Anyway, By the River is yet another fantastic offering from forthcoming New Man, New Songs, Same Shit Vol. #1, which is out March 27th on Napalm Records. Pre-order HERE.
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I recently purchased a Kindle compendium of H.P. Lovecraft's works. It's coming in handy on our short stint to Chicago, where we surprised the hell out of my folks for their 50th Anniversary. The book I'm currently reading back home in LaLaLand is still Chuck Wendig's Wanderers - it's awesome, it's just hefty and my time has been erratic - but as an over 700 page hardcover, there was NO way that was coming with me on the trip. Also, my time in my hometown is usually pretty full, so I didn't really expect to have a lot of reading time. So, I've been picking away at re-reads of a few quintessential Lovecraft stories.
First up was The Call of Cthulhu. I re-read this one every couple of years, and I still believe it is both Lovecraft's best writing and my favorite of his works. I've probably said it here before, but the opening paragraph always leaves me in awe:
The remainder of the story is always a joy to read, as it more or less bears out this first paragraph, bringing the reader into events that begin mundane but develop into terror of a truly cosmic proportion.
Next is The Dunwich Horror, which it'd been quite some time since I'd last read. I wanted to re-read this now that Richard Stanley has announced it as his next Lovecraft adaptation in what hopefully will end of a trilogy.
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Playlist:
Slayer - Live Undead
Myrkur - M
Also my cousin, my friend Amy and my friend Joe all turned me on to a lot of random music that will no doubt be incorporated into my playlists over the next several days. The Babies, Porridge Radio, Gene, Cornershop, and Lloyd Cole, to name a few.
I love that the resurgence of Folk Horror has grown out of and subsequently helped perpetuate a return of Folk sentiment in other areas of culture, particularly music. Myrkur's Sophomore release M made my "Best of" list back in 2015, but I've not followed her since. That sometimes happens with Best of lists - albums make an impact when they're released, but the time and place of that impact may fade or transfer as the moment disintegrates, giving way to all the other new music that I'm constantly finding. Anyway, I stumbled across this new single this morning, and immediately remembered why I dug Myrkur so much.
You can pre-order the new Myrkur album, Folkesange, HERE. It drops March 20th on Relapse Records.
Speaking of Folk-ish Female musicians, how about a double-header? A new Hillary Woods dropped a few short moments ago, and it fits in nicely along Myrkur, further illustrating this Folk-flavored resurgence.
Ms. Woods' new album, Birthmarks, drops one week before the Myrkur on Sacred Bones Records. Pre-order HERE.
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New episode of The Horror Vision is up! This episode, we watch and react to Jon Wright's delightful Grabbers, an Irish monster movie with a drunken twist that I personally loved.
Other topics include but are not limited to: AHS, Shudder's The Marshes, Osgood Perkins' Gretel and Hansel, the premiere of Netflix's Locke and Key, and Vault Comics' The Plot and Black Stars Above, two horror comics getting seemingly NO attention. Both are awesome.
Also available on Apple, Stitcher, and Google Play.
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Between work and having a few days off with my buddy Dave to hit two of the three LALA Land Mr. Bungle reunion shows, I haven't posted much of late, and I realized yesterday that I forgot to log the most recent episode of The X-Files I watched for Mr. Brown's list. Let's remedy that, because it was a good one: Season Four, Episode Two.
This is the one, folks. This is the episode that legendarily aired once and was never re-run on Network TV. I never saw it back in the day, or rather I think I saw the final few moments on a VHS recording a friend made, but I never had the context for those final images. Regardless, this one is really F'ed up. Home is violent, gross, filled with disturbing sexual imagery and concepts, and, maybe worst of all for Normal 90s America, just plain weird. After finally seeing it, I will say that if you strip all the hype/legend away, I'd say it's one of the best episodes of the show I've seen so far. Great writing, directing, acting, everything. The lighting in the farmhouse of ill repute is spectacular, and although the whole sordid mess owes a little to Tobe Hooper's original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, it really stands on its own two legs as a great piece of serial television, regardless of the era.
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Playlist:
sElf - Gizmodgery
Slayer - Seasons in the Abyss
Boy Harsher - Careful
Anthrax - Among the Living
Antrax - Stomp 442
Corrosion of Conformity - Animosity
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - Damn the Torpedoes
Testament - The Gathering
Talking Heads - Remain in Light
Suicidal Tendencies - Controlled by Hatred/Feel Like Shit... Deja Vu
sElf - Super Fake Nice EP
Chris Isaak - Heart Shaped World
Myrkur - M
Slayer - Live Undead
Slayer - Decade of Aggression
Edu Comelles and Rafa Ramos Sania - Botanica De Balcon
Last week was a much-needed respite for me. My good friend Dave was out, and we bounced between hanging out at home watching movies and taking in two of the three Mr. Bungle Raging Wraith of the Easter Bunny shows at LaLa Land's Fonda Theatre (one of my favorite West Coast venues). We drank a ton of great beer (me), and artisanal Gin (him), and generally just acted like two friends who don't see each other nearly enough and welcomed the chance to hang out and act foolish. And as usual when I see Dave, certain songs/groups followed us wherever we go. One of those songs was Michael McDonald's What a Fool Believes. McDonald had a bad rep for about a decade and a half, mostly thanks to a certain early 00s comedy, but whatever you feel about him and his music, he's a great song writer. This is the pinnacle of truth to that statement, but of course, Matt Mahafey makes everything better than it already was.
Especially with toy piano.
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Congratulations Joker. I haven't seen Parasite yet, but I was glad to see Todd Phillips' masterpiece clean up - including Hildur Guonadottir receiving best score. I'm still not thrilled about this one having a sequel on the horizon, but when you're film grosses over a billion dollars, well, that's inevitable.
Speaking of Joaquin Phoenix, one of the movies I watched while Dave was visiting was Lynne Ramsay's 2017 You Were Never Really Here. Not what I expected, and deeply affecting. I really enjoyed this one, despite subject matter that would normally make me cringe. Ramsay knows how to handle the intensely disturbing pockets of our world just right, and seeing this has me considering watching 2011 We Need To Talk About Kevin, a film I have completely avoided for eight years despite all the accolades, because, well, I'm a wimp and everything I've always heard about this one makes me think it will burrow way too deep beneath my skin.
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Five episodes into Netflix's Locke and Key and I'm digging it quite a bit. Quite a few of my friends are considerably more invested in the comic than I - I finally read the series this past December/January - and most of them have reservations. So far though, I'm enjoying it, even if it is a little more "CW" than it should be.
It's really interesting to see how Mike Flanagan's Haunting of Hill House and its success have affected titles that pre-date it in other forms, specifically here Locke and Key. The show definitely has a similar feel, and that's no accident. Flanagan's show was an unmitigated smash, and stands as one more example of why the man has become such a stalwart in the Horror genre.
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Playlist - pretty much all thrash of late, thanks to those Bungle shows:
SOD - Speak Spanish or Die
Anthrax - Spreading the Disease
Testament - The Gathering
Anthrax - Among the Living
Me and That Man - Songs of Life and Death
Slayer - Reign in Blood
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Card of the day:
Fertility and the idea of creating something new; propagation. Fits exactly with an insight I had into a stalled project from last year, which I may spend some time outlining soon.
I've been pretty well obsessed with Chris Isaak's 1989 album Heart Shaped World of late, and "Kings of the Highway" is the major impetus for that. This song is so fucking haunted it's unbelievable. For a song I'm fairly certain I never heard upon its release - I would have been thirteen, and while I knew and loved "Wicked Game" as it drifted from radios and tv alike that year, I didn't go any deeper than that - the soft, airy guitar, minor chord inflections, and perfectly reverberated drum kit creates a sonic space that, in my head, summons so many sense memories of my life at the time that it's as close to time travel as I've come. This goes beyond nostalgia; this is something else, and it's tied into how a scrawny Midwest metalhead kid came into contact and fell in love with David Lynch later that same year. Maybe these reveries of the past are firing off, careening backward through the time stream and colliding with my younger version, effectively priming me to be in the right place at the right time, that fateful Sunday night when I wandered into the living room and plopped on the sofa across from my Dad, only to get slowly engulfed in what he was already watching - ABC Sunday night movie, the two-hour pilot of David Lynch and Mark Frost's Twin Peaks.
Whether that's massive hyperbole or not, one thing is for sure. I'm not gonna talk about Judy.
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Speaking of Peaks, here's a head scratcher Mr. Brown brought to my attention recently. CBS recently stopped the 26-year, independently run Twin Peaks Fest. The plan, apparently, is for an official Fest to start up this spring, held in all places, Graceland.
Yes. That's right. Graceland.
Now, at first this just strikes me as all kinds of sad and bizarre. The sad doesn't alleviate the more I think on it, but the Tennessee part eventually turned on a little light bulb. If you've kept up with anything that's happened online with Twin Peaks over the last few months, there was a flurry of activity back in early October that suggests there may be more Peaks coming (read the article HERE), and while it's all conjecture, what if some element of the next chapter takes places in Graceland?
At this point, only the Owls - and probably Carl Rodd - know for sure.
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NCBD: I had a handful of items to pick up, and with my pull slowly being split between The Comic Bug and my DwC co-host Mike Wellman's new Atomic Basement shop in the LBC, I've been behind. Here's what I landed in the last week:
Black Stars Above has now replaced the in-hiatus Criminal (see below) as the most bang for my buck every month. The story continues to unfold in a creepy, confounding way, and this third issue incorporated about six pages of prose. No idea where this is going, but it also occurs to me we have a Lone Wolf and Cub-like scenario similar to what Disney did recently with The Mandalorian, except replace Baby Yoda with what I'm kinda thinking of as Baby N'yarlohotep.
Going back and re-reading all of this currently Criminal "Cruel Summer" arc in anticipation of this final issue, I have to say, Brubaker and Phillips may have topped themselves. This one is Grand, capital "G" intended.
A new book in Joe Hill's Hill House imprint at DC, I had to bite back my aversion to monthly big two books when I saw A) Kelley Jones is the artist on Daphne Byrne, and B) there were no snickers ads in the book. Not really many ads at all (still more than there should be for a book that sports a $4.99 cover price). So far, I'm hooked.
Gideon Falls is as fascinating as it is perplexing, and with the conclusion of this fourth volume, I intend to go back and do a serious, deep-dive re-read before the new arc arrives in May.
TMNT continues it's fracturing of the traditional mores and paradigms of the TMNT universe, and it's just as good as it's ever been.
And with that, we have no more Trees on the horizon for some time. Sad face emoji.
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Wednesday, February 5th my good friend Dave flew out for an extended weekend of not one but two of the three Mr. Bungle 'reunion' shows happening here in LaLaLand. The show is, exactly as the remaining members advertised in advance, a full-on thrash show, so I wasn't expecting to hear anything other than their Raging Wraith of the Easter Bunny demo - re-worked by Dunn, Spruance, and Patton with the help of Anthrax's Scott Ian and Fantomas/Slayer's Dave Lombardo. This first show was great despite the fact that for a large part of the show, all I could hear was Lombardo's drum kit, and I'm looking forward to tonight's, hoping there will be some covers or surprises exclusive to each night. The highlight of Wednesday's show for me were never-before-played Eracist, and Speak Spanish or Die, a re-worked version of the title track from SOD's 1985 debut album.
That's the entire set on youtube, however, I've dropped you in at the aforementioned cover song.
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The first 'teaser' from the next AHS dropped recently. I must say, if Season 10 is even half as good as Season 9, I will be happy.
It feels a little early for this to have teasers for this one, and I haven't looked around online for synopsis, but this looks like a very high concept season.
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Playlist:
Chris Isaak - Heart Shaped World
Chris Isaak - Eponymous
The Great Old Ones - Cosmicism
Testament - Night of the Witch (pre-release single)
20 Watt Tombstone - Wisco Disco
Cash Audio - The Orange Sessions
David Bowie - Hunky Dory
...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of the Dead - X: The Godless Void and Other Stories
Simon Bonney - Past, Present, Future
Zonal - Wrecked
Mol - Jord
Steely Dan - Aja
Billy Joel - The Stranger
The Fixx - Reach the Beach
Zombi - Shape Shift
Alice in Chains - Rainier Fog
Jenny Hval - The Practice of Love
Boy Harsher - Careful
Barry Adamson - As Above So Below
Me and That Man - Songs of Love and Death
Faith No More - King for a Day
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Card:
Sevens follow me these days. Even in the Major Arcana, I'm never far from Netzach. There's a little lesson about this card, that you shouldn't confuse the armor you use to face the world as your real self. I'm not sure how that relates exactly, but it's good to contemplate that from time to time.
