Because it’s been a Flash Gordon kind of week, this week. Rewatched the movie, watched the Sci-Fi channel series from last year (so by-the-numbers it hurts, but watchable regardless), and re-read some comic collections I had around the house. Also because Autumn is coming, and Queen’s bass player reminds us all of the horrible crimes […]
I was seventeen or eighteen when this came out, and sufficiently into the works of William Burroughs to be overly affectionate towards any song that made use of the Wild Boys and mugwump jism in their lyrics. If I remember correctly, this came out the same year I traumatized my mother by asking for copies of […]
I found myself oddly obsessed with this clip this week. The naughties, they are time for clips where singers dance on travellators and treadmills.
For a week now I’ve been sitting down at the computer thinking “must write a blog post soon” without ever getting around to it. I open a post, stare at it for a few seconds, then put it off until later. I can see only two ways out of this deadlock – youtube or lolcats. […]
Still one of my favourite video clips, some ten years after I first saw it in the wee hours of the morning while watching Rage on the ABC. There are many things I don’t miss about my twenties, but I have to admit that I wish that staying up late to watch Rage still had […]
The Herd, 2020. Just cause I like the clip.
I went looking for a decent live version of the Mountain Goat’s Lovecraft in Brooklyn, which is easily the song I love with a deep and fierce devotion off Heretic Pride. Unfortunately most of the live videos posted on youtube tend to drown out the vocals, so I’m kind of limited in options. Fortunately there […]
Because I can’t help myself, and wish to share the awesome – The Dresden Doll’s Amanda Palmer doing a cover of the Sesame Street version of Feist’s 1-2-3-4: -sigh- Apparently Palmer hits Brisbane on the first of March. I can afford neither ticket nor the time to head along, but I’m tempted to go anyway. […]
This song has been playing in the back of my head all week. I’ve been saving it up until Friday, when I needed it most. It does make me wonder, though: is it really possible to love Guns and Roses without a feeling of irony or faint embarrassment? I think Jason can, but he’s certainly one […]
