<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:11:34.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellyflop</title><subtitle type='html'>For people with stomachs who aren't afraid to use them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-8245722865661274220</id><published>2007-08-27T09:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:28:52.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtKNVxyRrMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZAdwXFaNb5w/s640-h/jj34-cope-ygapwm_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtKNVxyRrMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZAdwXFaNb5w/s160/jj34-cope-ygapwm_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Julian Cope “You Gotta Problem With Me” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s been a couple of years since Julian Cope released a brace of albums – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Citizen Cain’d&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Orgasm&lt;/span&gt; – that signified a return to form of sorts. The Arch Drude has not resting on his laurels in the meantime, finishing the Japrocksampler tome, overseeing the deluxe re-release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jehovahkill &lt;/span&gt;on Island as well no less than four albums on his own Head Heritage label (live compilation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Concert Climax&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rite Bastard&lt;/span&gt;’s twin slabs of psych-prog, early solo demos collection &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christ Versus Warhol&lt;/span&gt; and another ballsy rocker from side project Brain Donor). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Gotta Problem With Me&lt;/span&gt; follows the template of previous Cope releases, with thirteen songs over two CDs (or “sides”, in a nod to vinyl albums of old). Given Cope’s justified stance against environmental greedheads, and the album’s running time of under an hour, I question the necessity of the album’s 2CD, jewel case plus cardboard slipcase packaging. That said, it looks great and, as ever, the CD booklet is chock-full of photos, lyrics, poems and short articles/essays. But the important thing is the music and whether Cope has delivered another modern classic. Well, it’s fair to say that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Gotta Problem With Me&lt;/span&gt; will be no surprise to anyone who has followed Julian Cope’s self-released albums and a disappointment to those praying for a return to the commercial heyday of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saint Julian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peggy Suicide&lt;/span&gt; or even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpreter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtKNWhyRrPI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bTAo5oeWVok/s640-h/jj34-cope-ygapwm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtKNWhyRrPI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bTAo5oeWVok/s160/jj34-cope-ygapwm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Orgasm&lt;/span&gt;, the album opens with a nod to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jehovahkill,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doctor Know&lt;/span&gt;’s musical template in this case being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upwards At 45 Degrees&lt;/span&gt;, an urgent vocal and downtempo guitar leading to an inevitable three-minute wig-out. It’s a good, if not spectacular, start with Cope’s opening line ‘I may flake out tonight if I cannot get my way’ a warning of things to come. If fact, things kick in as early with track 2, Cope’s unintelligible mumbling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(translated in the CD booklet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; on the two-minute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond Rome&lt;/span&gt; coming across like an intro without a song. The equally brief &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon To Forget Ya&lt;/span&gt; starts off unpromisingly with a lengthy spoken word piece, a frequently used Cope device that’s never been a personal favourite. Things pick up in the second half with an insistent acoustic-led refrain of 'Don’t fall in love ‘cause you know that I’m sure to forget you', Cope adopting a bizarre early David Bowie cockney accent. Possibly anticipating dissent in the ranks at this point, Cope screams 'Shut the fuck up' at the title track’s start. It’s an unapologetic rock song, though the "parental advisory" lyrics and intentionally annoying interference and screeching permeating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Gotta Problem With Me&lt;/span&gt; will inevitably preclude mainstream radio play (as it that matters). The political passions are still burning, most notably on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They Gotta Different Way of Doing Things&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can’t Get You Out Of My Country&lt;/span&gt; which, oddly enough, are also the album’s grooviest moments. The former’s swinging rhythm questions attitudes to women and homosexuality in the Middle East, with some typically wry observations (‘some guys were holding hands / they said “it’s tradition, we are not gay” / but there were no women out on the streets / and I wondered what Allah would say’). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can’t Get You Out Of My Country&lt;/span&gt; has a Doors-sy vibe reminiscent of Cope’s own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reynard The Fox&lt;/span&gt;. Again, static interference is laid over the song in great swathes, for no apparent reason. If the album was on a major label, you’d suspect that Cope was attempting to sabotage an obvious single choice; as it’s not, it suggests a need for greater external influence on the production side of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtKNWRyRrOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jHrVkH3rH64/s640-h/jj34-cope-ygapwm_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtKNWRyRrOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jHrVkH3rH64/s160/jj34-cope-ygapwm_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's fair to say that much of Cope’s recent work has suffered from frustratingly inconsistent production and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Gotta Problem With Me&lt;/span&gt; is no exception. The intriguingly titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peggy Suicide Is A Junkie&lt;/span&gt; has a bass-heavy sound, with vocals pushed so deep into the mix that they’re almost indecipherable, undermining any potential lyrical value. By contrast, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Child Is Born In Cerrig-Y-Drudion&lt;/span&gt; benefits from an unfussy acoustic arrangement, vocals to the fore … and from having full lyrics available in the CD booklet. Subsequent track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woden &lt;/span&gt;is even better, with an urgent, repetitive acoustic chord sequence and Cope adopting a faltering falsetto. It sounds like it could have been inspired by 1984’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O King Of Chaos&lt;/span&gt;, which wouldn’t be a surprise as a great version was included in Cope’s live set last year. Ballad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sick Love&lt;/span&gt; sounds like a rough demo, with rough synth piano, harmonica, deep vocals and climatic squalling guitar, yet for all that it's an effective song. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampire State Building&lt;/span&gt; is built around the funereal elements of Beethoven’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Symphony No.5&lt;/span&gt;, casting the USA as the titular Vampire State and George Dubya as Nazi Doodle. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hidden Doorways&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, is a far more personal reflection on Cope’s role as ‘savant guardian’, noting that ‘it’s the promise of death that keeps me alive’. The song is built on a drum machine backing and a naggingly familiar new wave guitar riff - I’m thinking the bridge from John Cougar Mellencamp’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack And Diane&lt;/span&gt;, which is an unexpected influence if true. Final track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shame Shame Shame&lt;/span&gt; is sadly not a cover of Jimmy Reed’s 1963 smash, but another acoustic song in the same vein as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woden&lt;/span&gt;. Another overtly political number (‘[…] genocidal leaders […] rape our heads and feed us pure damn lies, brazen compromise’, ‘let there be instant karma on every battery farmer’) it’s a powerful song, though feels a little out of place as the album closer. The song attempts to address this with a climatic rock out, but even this is undermined by a premature fade out after less than a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtKNWRyRrNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ydiQvZ3AaZo/s640-h/jj34-cope-ygapwm-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtKNWRyRrNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ydiQvZ3AaZo/s160/jj34-cope-ygapwm-back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On reflection, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Gotta Problem With Me&lt;/span&gt; is an frustrating contrast of songwriting genius, self-indulgence and patchy production that will challenge even the most committed Julian Cope fan. "Side Two" is perhaps to best way to approach the album as a first-time listener, as it’s the most immediately accessible clutch of songs, but it's worth sticking with the album as a whole as it will grow on you. Looking ahead, let’s hope the forthcoming re-release of a deluxe edition &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peggy Suicide&lt;/span&gt; inspires Julian Cope. And a decent producer wouldn’t go amiss either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[CD1]: 1. Doctor Know 2. Beyond Rome 3. Soon To Forget Ya 4. You Gotta Problem With Me 5. They Gotta Different Way of Doing Things 6. Peggy Suicide Is A Junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[CD2]: 1. A Child Is Born In Cerrig-Y-Drudion 2. Woden 3. Sick Love 4. Can’t Get You Out Of My Country 5. Vampire State Building 6. Hidden Doorways 7. Shame Shame Shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the album on Julian Cope's &lt;a href="http://www.headheritage.co.uk/"&gt;official website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous Julian Cope reviews on Bellyflop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2005/12/jukebox-juicebox-6.html"&gt;Citizen Cain'd / Dark Orgasm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/02/jukebox-juicebox-10.html"&gt;Live In Bristol, 20 Feb 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2005/10/jukebox-juicebox-4.html"&gt;Live Japan '91&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-8245722865661274220?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/8245722865661274220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=8245722865661274220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/8245722865661274220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/8245722865661274220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/08/jukebox-juicebox-34.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #34'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtKNVxyRrMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZAdwXFaNb5w/s72-c/jj34-cope-ygapwm_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-4225822277750155439</id><published>2007-08-26T09:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T07:32:00.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtE7QhyRrLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/peg2TRGJicg/s640-h/jj33-intermission-main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtE7QhyRrLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/peg2TRGJicg/s160/jj33-intermission-main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtE7QByRrKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/I7AdqBjxUPo/s640-h/jj33-intermission-cd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtE7QByRrKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/I7AdqBjxUPo/s160/jj33-intermission-cd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtE7PRyRrJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/r_pgduObcso/s640-h/jj33-intermission-cd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtE7PRyRrJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/r_pgduObcso/s160/jj33-intermission-cd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Forster &amp; Grant McLennan “Intermission” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of Grant McLennan’s untimely death last year, a reappraisal of his solo career (and that of fellow Go-Between co-founder Robert Forster) is long overdue. A single CD and thirteen tracks apiece seems rather miserly, particularly given McLennan’s prodigious solo output. And ignore the ‘best of’ sub-title - listen to these compilations as primers rather than comprehensive overviews. It’s immediately apparent how effortlessly the songs complement one another: you can shuffle the tracklistings or even compile your own pseudo-Go-Betweens album from these songs; the end results will still sound perfect. A lazy shorthand summary of the music on Intermission could describe Robert Forster’s CD as earnest and intelligent (alt.) country, McLennan’s as simple, acoustic-led folk tales and love songs. The country and western references in the Forster’s songs are easy to spot: liberal use of slide guitar, pedal steel and violin; lyrics that dwell on past relationships and rekindling the fires of lost love; even a C&amp;W cover version in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frisco Depot&lt;/span&gt;. Yet, Forster’s songs have always opted for complexity over simplicity and this is obvious after just a single listen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danger In The Past&lt;/span&gt;, the title track from his 1990 debut solo album, is a prime example. The narrator’s account of being drawn back into the life of a friend who has recently been hospitalised (sectioned?) is hauntingly beautiful. The repetition of the title throughout the song emphasises the poignancy of the verses, notably the choice line “…I took your hand and I told you never show your problems in a country town.” I’m reminded of The Modern Lovers’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hospital &lt;/span&gt;and I think it’s fair to draw parallels between Jonathan Richman and Robert Forster. On a different note, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danger In The Past&lt;/span&gt; (both the song and album) was produced by Mick Harvey, whose contributions on piano add a melancholy that underpins Forster’s searching lyrics. Forster’s final solo album included here, 1996’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warm Nights&lt;/span&gt;, similarly benefits from an influential producer and guest musician, Edwyn Collins. In keeping with the album’s title, Collins brings a warmth to the three songs included on Intermission, his distinctive guitar enabling high point &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cryin’ Love&lt;/span&gt; to rock out in an early 1970s style. I feel compelled to offer some criticism and it is that the album is topped and tailed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling Star&lt;/span&gt;. Despite being a great song, two versions are not required, especially given the limited selection of tracks on offer. Personally, I would have ditched Mick Harvey’s original version from 1990, as the version on 1992’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling From A Country Phone&lt;/span&gt; benefits from a superior, more spacious re-recorded take. It also seems somewhat out of place to add a cover version though, given that 1994’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Had A New York Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; featured nothing but covers, inescapable. I’m not heard Mickey Newbury’s 1971 original of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frisco Depot &lt;/span&gt;or, for that matter, Waylon Jennings or Scott Walker’s versions from 1972 and 1973 respectively. It’s impossible to guess whether Forster’s languid take observes or ignores any of these though, to a certain extent, it’s a moot point as in my opinion it’s the compilation’s only slight dip in quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Forster’s ‘mix and match’ approach, Grant McLennan’s CD2 follows a strict chronological progression through his four solo albums. Things get off to cracking start with 1991’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haven’t I Been A Fool &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easy Come Easy Go&lt;/span&gt;, their immediacy and accessibility begging the question why both weren’t mainstream radio smashes and blasting out of car windows everywhere that summer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Mule&lt;/span&gt;, the final selection from debut solo album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watershed &lt;/span&gt;and recently featured on last year’s stunning Go-Betweens live DVD/CD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That Striped Sunlight Sound&lt;/span&gt;, is a great example of McLennan’s lyrical skill. Evoking Australia’s past in the song’s main tale of a prospector, McLennan switches in the final verse to a man “walking down a Beirut Street” who is blown up by a car bomb. This juxtaposition of observations that “life can be cruel” should jar, but somehow works. The similarly wonderful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Water&lt;/span&gt;, a violin-led ballad, opens with the line “I read about your death in the paper when I was buying tomato seed”. The narrator reflects on a past spent “carrying our flowers to the barricades watching them cops kick down the door” whilst living in a present “seeing my payin’ horses foam” under a “big old sun”. It’s a moving song, McLennan’s economy of lyric and melody understating the true depth of his writing. The closing trio of songs from 1997’s final solo album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Your Bright Ray&lt;/span&gt; demonstrate that whilst McLennan’s songs had not evolved in the way that Forster’s arguably had, his basic template had been refined and near as dammit perfected. This is evident in the closing title track, which could just as easily sit on The Go-Betweens’ 2000 comeback album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Friends Of Rachel Worth&lt;/span&gt;. And that in essence is why entitling this compilation Intermission is so appropriate. Robert Forster and Grant McLennan’s solo ventures provided an opportunity for the artists with room to breathe outside of The Go-Betweens, to develop and hone their formidable songwriting skills; in retrospect, their reunion seemed inevitable. Another good title for this compilation would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chrysalis&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intermission &lt;/span&gt;really says it all; the fact that it was chosen by Grant McLennan makes it even more apt. Whether you are familiar with The Go-Betweens or not, you really do need to check out this beautifully packaged compilation. And, once you’ve fallen in love with it – and believe me, you will – then the desire to explore the rest of Robert Forster and Grant McLennan’s back catalogue will be a natural next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting&lt;br /&gt;[Robert Forster CD1]: 1. Falling Star 2. Baby Stones 3. 121 4. I’ve Been Looking For Somebody 5. I’ll Jump 6. Beyond Their Law 7. I Can Do 8. The Circle 9. Cryin’ Love 10. The River People 11. Frisco Depot 12. Danger In The Past 13. Falling Star (Original Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Grant McLennan CD2]: 1. Haven’t I Been A Fool 2. Easy Come Easy Go 3. Black Mule 4. The Dark Side Of Town 5. Lighting Fires 6. Surround Me 7. No Peace In The Palace 8. Hot Water 9. I’ll Call You Wild 10. Horsebreaker Star 11. Malibu 69 12. One Plus One 13. In Your Bright Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-4225822277750155439?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/4225822277750155439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=4225822277750155439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/4225822277750155439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/4225822277750155439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/08/jukebox-huicebox-33.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #33'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtE7QhyRrLI/AAAAAAAAAYo/peg2TRGJicg/s72-c/jj33-intermission-main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-8543451183218972781</id><published>2007-07-14T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:28:43.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rpnn4JkjWMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5J3W0PZHmR8/s640-h/sd24-EXM153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rpnn4JkjWMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5J3W0PZHmR8/s160/sd24-EXM153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rpnn4ZkjWNI/AAAAAAAAATE/M-qWnpvLn58/s640-h/sd2x-usmxm70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rpnn4ZkjWNI/AAAAAAAAATE/M-qWnpvLn58/s160/sd2x-usmxm70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essential X-Men #153 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Chasing Hellfire!” by Chris Claremont &amp; Andy Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Uncanny X-Men #454)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“World’s End” by Chris Claremont, Alan Davis &amp; Mark Farmer (Uncanny X-Men #455-456)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a busy year for resurrections (or should that be resurr-x-ions? Sorry, couldn’t resist!) Following Colossus, Marvel Girl, heck, even Donald Pierce last issue, we now welcome back Betsy Braddock, aka Psylocke. Fittingly, Alan Davis, who drew her first adventure as an X-Man two decades ago, is back to chronicle her return. Ahead of that, Chris Claremont wraps up his rather yawnsome reunion of The Hellfire Club, assuming that anyone’s still interested. Andy Park’s art has been decent enough, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t race through the issue to get to the first part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World’s End&lt;/span&gt;. As you’ll expect from Alan Davis and long-time collaborator Mark Farmer, each page appears to be effortlessly eye-catching. In fact, Davis and Farmer’s work is so consistently good that it’s easy to overlook how good it really is and Dean White’s colour art only enhances the visuals with effective use of palette. As for the story itself, Claremont uses a favourite device in an early scene to set things up. During a Danger Room session, Wolverine tests the team’s non-super powered combat skills, a sure indication that this will prove to be a life-saving exercise mere pages later. However, the spotlight is on Psylocke and her inexplicable return. The team are understandably sceptical, given that they’d cremated her corpse (though, interestingly, this seemed to be less of an issue when Colossus return in similar circumstances). New recruit X-23 also gets a look in, treading the same path of the enigmatic wild card as Rogue, Marrow – whatever happened to her? – and Sage before her. The pair inevitably team up to rescue their captured colleagues at episode two’s cliffhanger. New alien race The Hauk’ka, basically dinosaurs in human form, are well realised by Davis and Farmer; Claremont is usually good at developing this type of would-be world beater so I’m intrigued to see where he goes with this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World’s End&lt;/span&gt; is not an edge-of-your-seat read, though Alan Davis does seem to bring out the best in his jaded writing foil, so it’s satisfying fare at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultimate Spider-Man &amp; X-Men #70 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Silver Sable” by Brian Michael Bendis, Mark Bagley &amp; Scott Hanna (Ultimate Spider-Man #87)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Breaking Point” by Robert Kirkman &amp; Salvador Larocca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ultimate X-Men Annual #2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what’s happened to Mark Bagley? After seemingly constant criticism of the uniform, inexpressive faces of his character art, I was a little taken aback this issue. Mary Jane looks like Mary Jane! Kitty Pryde looks like Kitty Pryde! Silver Sable looks like…oh, you get the idea. The point is, at long last, the characters in the story are distinct from one another, rather than generic mix’n’matches that rely overly on the colour artist to distinguish between, say, the blonde or the redhead. Bagley’s clearly honed his craft over the years but his figure art has always seemed to lag behind, say, his work on buildings and hardware. Not so here. I mean, we’re not talking about radical, cutting edge stuff here but credit where it’s due. There’s an awkward exchange between Peter and MJ – the latter having just discovered his relationship with Kitty Pryde – that captures MJ’s emotions perfectly. That said, it’s difficult to identify the narrative spark that ignited this creative blast as this is arguably one of Bendis’ dullest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ultimate Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt; scripts to date. It’s a riff on 1963’s Amazing Spider-Man #5, with Silver Sable (in place of Dr.Doom) kidnaps Flash Thompson, mistakenly believing him to be Spider-Man; the romantic sub-plot involving Peter, MJ and Kitty Pryde also steps up a gear. This is the second of five chapters, and it’s difficult to say at this stage whether the plot will pick up or be stretched even more thinly. Silver Sable’s a rather inconsequential adversary so far and although I’m pleased to see X-Man Kitty as Peter’s romantic interest, I hope she’s used more effectively in upcoming storylines. Here’s hoping that next issue’s script is on a par with the surprisingly good art in this.  In the X-Men strip, the good news is that Dazzler, comatose since being impaled by Lady Deathstrike ages ago, finally wakes up. The bad news is that, following Magician’s betrayal of the team in the last few issues, Nightcrawler has flipped his wig. Kidnapping Dazzler from her hospital bed, he transports her to an isolated cavern, convincing her that he is rescuing her from an attack that has devastated the team. Just in case you’re wondering why the furry blue German has cracked up, the story kicks off with a flashback to a Weapon X mission, where Nightcrawler was used to depose the leader of a small country with extreme prejudice. Of course, given Dazzler’s somewhat abrasive relationship with her team-mates, the X-Men aren’t entirely surprised by her sudden disappearance and Nightcrawler’s suspicious behaviour goes unnoticed by all but Wolverine. Robert Kirkman’s run so far has been good, but this is disappointing;  like Nightcrawler’s play acting, there’s a lot about this story that fails to convince. Guest artist Salvador Larocca is also below par: the minimal layouts here match the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ultimate X-Men&lt;/span&gt; house style yet are a pale reflection of his far superior work on the mainstream series currently appearing in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Essential X-Men&lt;/span&gt;. Unusually, it’s Spider-Man that nudges ahead as the most enjoyable strip in this issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rpnn4pkjWOI/AAAAAAAAATM/ZuCLv2IgRdA/s640-h/sd2x-au81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rpnn4pkjWOI/AAAAAAAAATM/ZuCLv2IgRdA/s160/sd2x-au81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rpnn45kjWPI/AAAAAAAAATU/9YcCSwfK1Bk/s640-h/sd2x-asm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rpnn45kjWPI/AAAAAAAAATU/9YcCSwfK1Bk/s160/sd2x-asm6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Avengers United #81 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Sidekicks” by Allan Heinberg, Jim Cheung &amp; John Dell (Young Avengers #1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Death On The Hudson!” by David Michelinie, John Byrne &amp; D. Hands (The Avengers (v1) #184)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Set Sails!” by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby &amp; Vince Coletta (Journey Into Mystery #120)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that the very concept of The Young Avengers didn’t inspire confidence. However, a few pages in and any misgivings I had were promptly disspelled. In a smart move, the team themselves don’t appear until halfway through the first episode. Instead, the public reaction to the new team – ‘Who the #*&amp;amp;% are The Young Avengers?’ - is discussed by J. Jonah Jameson, Kat Farrell and Jessica Jones and, latterly, Captain America and Iron Man. Allan Heinberg cleverly uses this device to anticipate and address reader misgivings and it works. When The Young Avengers make their dramatic debut on page 12, crashing through the glass roof of a church, I was looking forward to seeing the characters in action. Characterisation and dialogue are real strengths; Heinberg doesn’t give away much, yet there are intriguing hints at Patriot’s focus-bordering-on-obsession, Hulkling and Asgardian’s mutual appreciation and the unveiling of Iron Lad as a teenaged Kang at the close of the first chapter. As the knowingly ridiculous aliases imply, the series doesn’t take itself too seriously and provides a welcome contrast to Brian Michael Bendis’ Avengers series. I’m looking forward to seeing Cassie Lang (aka the deceased Ant Man II’s daughter) make her proper debut next issue, not to mention an appearance from big, bad, grown-up Kang. Back in the 1970s, the team continue to thwart The Absorbing Man’s efforts to flee the United States. As with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Korvac Saga&lt;/span&gt;, David Michelinie continues to question The Avengers’ right to act as both judge and jury, with a more empathetic impression of Crusher Creel emerging at the story’s climax. This period continues to be a rich vein of Avengers’ history and well worth mining. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales Of Asgard&lt;/span&gt;, I suspect that the Norse Gods are wholly dependent on their immortality as it takes them forever to get anything done! After several issues, the mission to save Asgard finally gets underway though not before Volstagg gets into trouble with his wife and Magrat The Schemer and Kroda The Duellist are put in their place by Hogun The Grim. Jack Kirby’s rough pencil art are crudely inked by Vince Colletta but that doesn’t impede the vague air of excitement now that Thor and his crew have set sail. Let’s hope that the quest lives up to prolonged preamble…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man (v2) #6 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Skin Deep” by J. Michael Straczynski, Mike Deodato &amp; Joe Pimentel / Mark Brooks &amp;amp; Jaime Mendoza (Amazing Spider-Man (v1) #517)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Unusual Suspects” by Paul Jenkins, Phil Winslade &amp; Tom Palmer (Daredevil/Spider-Man: Unusual Suspects #4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“And Death Shall Come!” by Stan Lee, Gil Kane &amp; John Romita (Amazing Spider-Man (v1) #90)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vibranium-coated Charlie Weiderman goes over the edge as he blackmails Peter Parker and exacts revenge on his high school bully. The approximation of the Lee/Ditko-era’s Peter Parker – Flash Thompson – Liz Allen triangle in the ongoing flashbacks rather heavy handedly explores Spider-Man’s ‘path not taken’ through Charlie. The story itself is well paced, with typically good dialogue and impressive art… well, the Deodato/Pimentel portions, anyway. However, the concept is tired and Straczynski doesn’t add anything new, all the more disappointing given that he previously raised the bar on this series. After an enjoyable few issues, the Daredevil/Spider-Man series also wraps up in slightly underwhelming fashion, as Copperhead attempts to recreate hell on earth and humankind’s last hope is… The Owl?! My struggle with the story was the lack of information about the principal characters and an inability to place it chronologically. A prime example is The Owl, who bears little resemblance to the character who appeared in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Break Out &lt;/span&gt;a couple of issues previously. The necessary exposition I’d awaited from part one never arrives, though I think writer Paul Jenkins could have incorporated it without slowing the narrative pace. Instead, I felt that I needed to have done my Marvel homework before reading Unusual Suspects in order to get the sense of it. Gripes aside, I did love the two ‘epilogues’ which see Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson get one up on The Kingpin and show that Spider-Man is not the only one with a sense of humour, as Daredevil proves at his expense. Phil Winslade and Tom Palmer’s art on Unusual Suspects is stunning to the end, with some wonderfully mind-bending panel layouts and one of the best renditions of The Owl to hit the comic page. Completing the issue as usual is the archive tale, featuring Spider-Man’s final battle with Doctor Octopus and the death of Captain Stacy. Printed out of context, it’s difficult to gauge the extent of Peter’s respect and affection for his prospective father-in-law and therefore the impact of Captain Stacy’s death is lessened somewhat. Still, in purely narrative terms, this story has it all: Stacy’s selfless sacrifice; his last gasp revelation that he’s known Peter is Spider-Man all along; an accusing anti-Spidey crowd, convinced that he’s murdered a public hero and, naturally, Peter Parker’s own guilty conscience that he is responsible for this tragic sequence of events. Add to that Spidey’s efforts, despite repeated pummellings, to bring Doctor Octopus to justice and this story packs a dramatic punch. The combined efforts of artistic heavyweights Gil Kane and John Romita should also be acknowledged. A rather patchy issue overall, story-wise, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt; remains on the right side of entertaining, thanks to it’s consistently powerful visuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-8543451183218972781?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/8543451183218972781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=8543451183218972781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/8543451183218972781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/8543451183218972781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/07/stripping-down-24_15.html' title='Stripping Down #24'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rpnn4JkjWMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5J3W0PZHmR8/s72-c/sd24-EXM153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-3799889689754954621</id><published>2007-06-30T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:34:47.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #23 - Cabot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtUEbxyRrQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/p-sIhTxRtII/s640-h/Cabot_A4F_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtUEbxyRrQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/p-sIhTxRtII/s160/Cabot_A4F_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtUEcByRrRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EHI1S37FsgU/s640-h/Cabot_A4F_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtUEcByRrRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EHI1S37FsgU/s160/Cabot_A4F_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtUEcRyRrSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/8njS6fQdUDM/s640-h/Cabot_A4F_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtUEcRyRrSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/8njS6fQdUDM/s160/Cabot_A4F_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a sneak preview of my first proper comic strip in, ooh, ages. Yep, the unexpectedly long gap between my last published comic work - 2000's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Art Of Falling Apart EP&lt;/span&gt; - and something new will be imminently plugged by  &lt;a href="http://www.lewishammond.net/OneDayInBristol/Index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Day In Bristol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #2 (of 2).  The first issue premiered at May's &lt;a href="http://www.comicexpo.net/home.html"&gt;Bristol Comics Expo&lt;/a&gt; (which I missed) and has since sold out.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The script is by Sa&lt;/span&gt;m Morgan, who's written some good short stories for &lt;a href="http://www.smallzone.co.uk/sctitles.htm"&gt;Dead By Dawn&lt;/a&gt;, and pencilled by Lauren Seymour, with inks by moi. It's fair to say that I was initially daunted by the task. Lacking both decent graphics software and the nerve to potentially ruin some nice layouts, I decided to work on photostats of the first few pages. I soon realised that (a) it was extremely difficult to redraw stuff where needed; (b) I needed a heck of a lot of Tippex to tidy things up afterwards; and (c) a single page was taking about four times longer than it needed to! Anyway, as my sense returned and my confidence grew about halfway through the seven-page strip, I took to inking directly over the pencilled pages . The above examples (pages 1 &amp; 3 respectively) contrast Lauren's original pencils with my inked pages. That it's far from the best comics work I've ever done is indisputable. However, it's inspired me to carry on with a four page comic strip that I've been working on for a little while that draws heavily on &lt;a href="http://www.bloomsbury.com/authors/microsite.asp?id=588"&gt;Patrick McGrath&lt;/a&gt;'s short story &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Angel&lt;/span&gt;. Spookily enough, early drafts set the story around &lt;a href="http://www.bristolconnect.co.uk/places/sights/cabot_t.htm"&gt;Cabot Tower&lt;/a&gt;, a local landmark which features prominently in Sam Morgan's story. Well, when I say prominently, I mean that one panel features an enormous phallus adorning one side of the tower, courtesy of infamous graffiti artist &lt;a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/"&gt;Banksy&lt;/a&gt; (sadly, not reflected in reality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't seen the fully lettered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cabot&lt;/span&gt; - Andy Richmond's taking care of that - but I'll post an update when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Day In Bristol &lt;/span&gt;#2 finally hits the shelves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-3799889689754954621?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/3799889689754954621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=3799889689754954621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/3799889689754954621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/3799889689754954621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/06/stripping-down-23-cabot.html' title='Stripping Down #23 - Cabot'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RtUEbxyRrQI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/p-sIhTxRtII/s72-c/Cabot_A4F_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-5303501762806241641</id><published>2007-06-30T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:50:46.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #22 - Small Press, Big World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RodifftXJZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MEp06G140sE/s640-h/SD22_TB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RodifftXJZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MEp06G140sE/s160/SD22_TB2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Trixie Biker: Enter Jack Narcissus (WaterCooler Comix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;by Matthew Craig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deva City’s premier superhero is back, along with her trusty bike Dixie and The Go-Go-Pixies. I enjoyed this more than #1, mostly due to a smart script that satirises the current trend for recycling pop (pap?) boy bands like the Backstreet Boys and Take That. Matthew Craig’s storytelling is simple without being simplistic and, as before, his enthusiasm and obvious affection for the characters greatly compensate for the artistic shortcomings. I like the fact that Craig have moved forward, both narratively and stylistically, and I’d like to see him continue to develop both – particularly the visuals – in future issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Matthew Craig's &lt;a href="http://www.thematthewcraig.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to purchase a print copy or rummage through a veritable treasure trove of online delights! You can also read my previous review of Trixie Biker &lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/09/stripping-down-7-small-press-spotlight.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RodifPtXJXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Kn89zNnBAQc/s640-h/SD22_ManMan_1%262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RodifPtXJXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Kn89zNnBAQc/s160/SD22_ManMan_1%262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Man Man And Friends 1-2&lt;br /&gt;(Banal Pig Comics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;by Gareth Brookes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each 16-page issue is chock full of Brookes’ rapid fire stick figure comic shorts. Mixing obvious gags with acute observations, the abundance of material ensure that a laugh is only a glance away.  I’d be interested to see Brookes’ frequently on-the-ball humour paired with more substantial art but, for now, this is great value (and fun), packed with potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available via the Banal Pig Comics &lt;a href="http://www.ditcb.co.uk/banalpig/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RodifvtXJaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6e8U7WoZC78/s640-h/SD22_TroubleBruin%2BNewSt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RodifvtXJaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6e8U7WoZC78/s160/SD22_TroubleBruin%2BNewSt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Trouble Bruin / Newstreet Bootleg (WaterCooler Comix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;by Matthew Craig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matthew Craig’s Trouble Bruin benefits from a more reflective approach than his other superhero creation Trixie Biker. There’s a pathos underpinning the occasional but overt humour which, over thirty-four pages, enables the reader to empathise with the characters, particularly father figure Eric ‘Capability’ Brown, aka Blue Ted. Craig’s art is somewhat limited in range and whilst this doesn’t detract from the story, at times it doesn’t quite meet the demands of the script. My only gripe is that there currently isn’t a follow-up story/ issue; having read what is essentially an extended prologue/origin tale, I wanted to see more of the adult Trouble Bruin. Although I think Craig was right to avoid the usual device of using a modern day narrative to frame an origin ‘flashback’, having a subsequent Trouble Bruin tale on sale would have been desirable. Hopefully, the further adventures of Trouble Briun won’t be long in coming.  As compensation, limited copies of Trouble Bruin came with a Newstreet twelve page ashcan edition, introducing another of Craig’s superhero creations. There are two four-page shorts contained in this bootleg, the first seeing Newstreet foil a bank robbery. It features Craig’s most accomplished art to date and hopefully points the way forward for his style. The second sees the super-confident Asian Brummie learn a lesson in humility when he encounters Trixie Biker. This crossover strip is not as visually striking as it’s predecessor, but it’s good fun. Judging by the final pages of each story, the character seems to have undergone a last-minute change of name from Street Walker to Newstreet. A wise move. More please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both available via Matthew Craig's &lt;a href="http://www.thematthewcraig.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RodifftXJYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5DsvRKyf5Mw/s640-h/SD22_Melanchomic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RodifftXJYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5DsvRKyf5Mw/s160/SD22_Melanchomic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Melanchomic (Glaikit Comics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;by Andrew Waugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A collection of predominantly single page ‘slice of life’ strips offering wry observations on the trials and tribulations of being a single male. Waugh’s basic style relies heavily on repetition, but is surprisingly emotive given this (self-imposed) constraint. Despite the occasional – and openly confessed – filler, there are plenty of enjoyable strips. Personal favourites are Juicy Fruit, The Fine Art Of Pulling and Women’s Parts. The penultimate page is a house ad for The Guttest Story Ever Told, a peaen to/piss-take of ‘80s movie stars including Steve Guttenberg (obviously), Lou Diamond Phillips and Rick Moranis. Sounds unmissable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop Andrew an e-mail at andrewjameswaugh@yahoo.co.uk &lt;andrewjameswaugh@yahoo.co.uk&gt; or visit his &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/art_of_waugh"&gt;MySpace site&lt;/a&gt; if you want to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-5303501762806241641?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/5303501762806241641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=5303501762806241641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5303501762806241641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5303501762806241641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/07/stripping-down-22-small-press-big-world_01.html' title='Stripping Down #22 - Small Press, Big World'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RodifftXJZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MEp06G140sE/s72-c/SD22_TB2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-6994721330145073549</id><published>2007-06-30T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:13:38.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Lieu Of A Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...aka a few of my favourite things in recent months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RokWrvtXJkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1JpZ7eg9fEY/s640-h/White+Teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RokWrvtXJkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1JpZ7eg9fEY/s160/White+Teeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Z&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;adie Smith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Teeth"&gt;White Teeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - A funny, engaging, exciting debut novel. Believe the hype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Gaiman &amp; Andy Kubert &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marvel_1602"&gt;1602&lt;/a&gt; (2003) - aka What if the Marvel Universe came to be in the 17th century? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel Way, Javier Saltares &amp;amp; Mark Texeira &lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/universe/Ghost_Rider_%28John_Blaze%29"&gt;Ghost Rider&lt;/a&gt; (2006) (in &lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk/CollanaNews.jsp?Action=Carica&amp;Id=23"&gt;The Mighty World Of Marvel&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - One of my favourite characters, back in a (Johnny) Blaze of Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Ellis &lt;a href="http://planetkaren.girl-wonder.org/"&gt;Planet Karen&lt;/a&gt; (2006-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  - Small press that shows the big hitters a thing or two about comics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soulsavers &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Its-Not-How-Fall-Land/dp/B000LC4Y3Q/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/203-2616364-6791906?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1183442048&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;It's How Far You Fall, It's The Way You Land&lt;/a&gt; (2007)&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Imagine the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087884/"&gt;Paris, Texas&lt;/a&gt; houseband if it comprised members of R.E.M. and Portishead, with Ennio Morricone as musical director and Johnny Cash as front man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking Heads &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fear-Music-DVDA-Talking-Heads/dp/B000BW9VB6/ref=sr_1_4/203-2616364-6791906?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;qid=1183442080&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;Fear Of Music&lt;/a&gt; (1979/2006&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Their best album, no question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death From Above 1979 &lt;a href="http://www.sideload.com/cb/track/?id=118008"&gt;Sexy Results (MSTRKRFT Remix) &lt;/a&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- To steal from Nina Simone, this is funkier than a mosquito's tweeter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Cale &lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/06/jukebox-juicebox-32_23.html"&gt;All My Friends&lt;/a&gt; (2007)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A stunning cover of LCD Soundsystem, that John Cale makes all his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Watching:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RokWr_tXJlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jUUxnMl0Bv4/s640-h/main_kiss_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RokWr_tXJlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jUUxnMl0Bv4/s160/main_kiss_banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bristol-old-vic.co.uk/whatson/mainhouse.php?show=309"&gt;Kiss Of The Spider Woman&lt;/a&gt; (Bristol Old Vic, 09/06/07) - Not as good as the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089424/"&gt;Raul Julia/William Hurt film adaptation&lt;/a&gt;, but impressive nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RokWrftXJjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0oV0Ni0zCrM/s640-h/Brigstocke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RokWrftXJjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0oV0Ni0zCrM/s160/Brigstocke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcusbrigstocke.co.uk/"&gt;Marcus Brigstocke&lt;/a&gt; (The Comedy Box, Hen &amp; Chicken, Bristol, 20/04/07) - "Intelligence and humour not mutually exclusive" shocker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0482571/"&gt;The Prestige&lt;/a&gt; (2006) - Apologises for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0443543/"&gt;The Illusionist&lt;/a&gt; with it's inventiveness and manic lead performances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0813715/"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt; (2006-) - TV superheroes done right, in spite of Jeph Loeb's involvement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RokWr_tXJmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QqhjPlkdEW4/s640-h/DrMstr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RokWr_tXJmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QqhjPlkdEW4/s160/DrMstr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/"&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/a&gt; (Series 3) (2007) - David Tennant as The Doctor vs. John Simm as The Master? 'Nuff said!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-6994721330145073549?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/6994721330145073549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=6994721330145073549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6994721330145073549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6994721330145073549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-lieu-of-review.html' title='In Lieu Of A Review...'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RokWrvtXJkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1JpZ7eg9fEY/s72-c/White+Teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-7101030951322141977</id><published>2007-06-23T07:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:13:34.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #32</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-9PtXJVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wbhn2yi_54w/s640-h/WhiteStripes_RagBone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-9PtXJVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wbhn2yi_54w/s160/WhiteStripes_RagBone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The White Stripes “Rag And Bone / Icky Thump” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have this strange connection with certain bands, in that I like their songs that I hear, read their interviews, articles and reviews with interest and yet don’t get around to actually buying any of their records. Perversely, I’ll often pick up records that I’ve never heard by bands I know little or nothing about, often for the flimsiest of reasons, but that’s a whole other story. So, this happens to be the first White Stripes I’ve bought, even though I’ve been a ‘fan’ since I saw the video for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fell In Love With A Girl&lt;/span&gt; donkeys years ago.  I haven’t even got around to downloading anything by them; the best my iPod can muster are mash-ups of &lt;a href="http://www.idcmusic.com/consume.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7 Nation Army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Doorbell Song&lt;/span&gt;, pairing the duo with Alter Ego and Jay-Z respectively. In fact, the impetus for getting this record without having heard it was that part one – the one-sided, etched red vinyl 7” of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rag And Bone&lt;/span&gt; – was a giveaway with the 9 Jun issue of &lt;a href="http://www.nme.com/"&gt;NME&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Icky Thump&lt;/span&gt; was released the following week, seven days before the album of the same name. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rag And Bone&lt;/span&gt; is my favourite of the three songs here, mainly for the subject matter, the ‘in character’ dialogue between Jack and Meg that bridges each verse and a guitar hook that sounds uncannily like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mud_%28band%29"&gt;Mud&lt;/a&gt;’s 1973 smash &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiger Feet&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, there’s a 1970s (by way of the 1950s) feel pervading this EP, the antiquated guitar licks and muffled rhythms evoking the ghosts of blues and rock ‘n’ roll. Yet at the same time, The White Stripes continue to sound fresh and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;exciting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Icky Thump&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.led-zeppelin.com/"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/a&gt; of all things, with Jack’s vocals recalling Robert Plant, some mighty Jimmy Page-esque riffs and a naggingly insistent keyboard and drum combo. Exclusive B-side &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Brother&lt;/span&gt; is unabashed blues rock, the reference point here being &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Screamin%27_Jay_Hawkins"&gt;Screamin’ Jay Hawkins&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thecramps.com/"&gt;The Cramps&lt;/a&gt;. It’s short and sweet but lacks the inventiveness of the previous two songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting [2 x 7”]: 1. Rag And Bone / 2. Icky Thump / 3. Baby Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-9ftXJWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sCHWJgYhpHA/s640-h/LCD_Friends_Cale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-9ftXJWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sCHWJgYhpHA/s160/LCD_Friends_Cale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LCD Soundsystem “All My Friends” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The idea of getting artists to cover rather than remix your songs for a single release is nothing new: &lt;a href="http://www.discogs.com/release/508022"&gt;Pulp&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.discogs.com/release/996557"&gt;Elvis Costello &amp; The Attractions&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.discogs.com/release/315418"&gt;The The&lt;/a&gt;, even &lt;a href="http://www.discogs.com/release/104669"&gt;Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine&lt;/a&gt; have done this in the past. However, it’s still a relatively unusual move and the choice of artists is always interesting. It’s common knowledge that James Murphy, aka LCD Soundsystem, knows his stuff when it comes to music and this is reflected in the artists covering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All My Friends&lt;/span&gt;, one of the stand-out tracks from recent album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound Of Silver&lt;/span&gt;. One is a veteran musician who has enjoyed a renaissance in the past few years, the other one of the current leading lights on the retro (old but) New Wave scene. &lt;a href="http://www.john-cale.com/"&gt;John Cale&lt;/a&gt; is the revelation here, somehow managing to make his cover, not LCD Soundsystem’s, sound like the original version. Cale is in fine form vocally and the faithful but faltering reproduction of the song’s one note keyboard riff on a guitar is incredibly effective. Despite matching the original’s duration of seven and a half minutes, it doesn’t feel nearly long enough…! &lt;a href="http://www.franzferdinand.co.uk/"&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;/a&gt;’s version is a tad shorter, with a guitar hook that oddly enough recalls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish I Was Skinny&lt;/span&gt; by late, lamented 1990s indie band &lt;a href="http://www.booradleys.co.uk/"&gt;The Boo Radleys&lt;/a&gt;. Producer &lt;a href="http://www.erolalkan.co.uk/"&gt;Erol Alkan&lt;/a&gt; clearly has an ear for the mosh pit as well as the dancefloor and ensures that the song’s frequent peaks are suitably rousing. Alex Kapranos’ distinctive vocals carry much of the song, though the climatic group chorus does give the impression that the band have lost their sense of direction and aren’t quite sure how to wrap up the song. On the flip side of each 7” single are the original LCD Soundsystem takes: you’re probably familiar with the album version by now; there’s also an edit, clocking in at just under six minutes. The latter cuts the lengthy repetitive keyboard intro, but is otherwise identical and therefore slightly redundant. Make no mistake though, this is a brilliant single – go for the 7” package, not only for the John Cale version which is only available here, but also for the ultra heavyweight vinyl – you can not only hear the quality, you can feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting [2 x 7”]: 1. All My Friends (john cale version) / 2. (album version) / 3. (franz ferdinand version) / 4. (edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-8_tXJUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vUastGOabvE/s640-h/Yorkston_Woozy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-8_tXJUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vUastGOabvE/s160/Yorkston_Woozy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;James Yorkston “Woozy With Cider” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stumbled across the &lt;a href="http://www.jonhopkins.co.uk/"&gt;Jon Hopkins&lt;/a&gt; remix of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woozy With Cider&lt;/span&gt; whilst surfing the net. It was enough to encourage me to make the short hop to eBay, where copies of this promo CD are currently doing the rounds (the official releases are limited to 7” and 12” vinyl only). Jon Hopkins’ gentle, piano-led take remains the standout, complementing Yorkston’s dry, self-deprecating, spoken word vocal and surpassing the (still very good) original version. Steve Mason, aka &lt;a href="http://www.kingbiscuittime.co.uk/index.php?/home/"&gt;King Biscuit Time&lt;/a&gt;, doesn’t mess too much with the blueprint, introducing some keyboard chords and vocal effects, whilst &lt;a href="http://www.kode9.com/"&gt;Kode9&lt;/a&gt; adopts a similar approach though reduces the lyrics to little more than the odd refrain. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/quietvillage2006"&gt;Quiet Village&lt;/a&gt;, which includes Matt Edwards aka &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rekid"&gt;Radio Slave&lt;/a&gt;, offer up an effective ambient dub mix that unfurls to nearly ten minutes. My second favourite mix of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woozy With Cider&lt;/span&gt; has to be by the intriguingly named &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=94469415"&gt;Dusty Cabinets&lt;/a&gt;, a brooding menace underpinning Yorkston’s narrative on this dark dancefloor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;version. Bonus 7” B-side &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Jacket&lt;/span&gt; is a mellow, acoustic number but relatively unmemorable. However, mixes/tracks 2, 3 and 5 alone make tracking down the 12” or CD worth your while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Woozy With Cider (original version) / 2. (king biscuit time remix) / 3. (dusty cabinets remix) / 4. (quiet village remix) / 5. (jon hopkins remix) / 6. Sunday Jacket (with The Big Eyes Family Players) / 7. Woozy With Cider (kode9 remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-8ftXJTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bogSAhBtnOM/s640-h/jj31-PaulHartnoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-8ftXJTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bogSAhBtnOM/s160/jj31-PaulHartnoll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Paul Hartnoll featuring Robert Smith “Please” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I almost overlooked this in my local Virgin Megastore which given the limited number of CD singles on sale these days is saying something. Behind the nondescript cover are a trio of mixes of the title track featuring veteran miserablist and &lt;a href="http://www.thecure.com/"&gt;The Cure&lt;/a&gt; frontman Robert Smith.  To be honest, neither the lyrics nor the mixes really inspire. &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/statikmusic"&gt;Statik&lt;/a&gt;’s downtown, downtempo and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; downbeat remix unfortunately accentuates the whiney qualities of both Smith and backing vocalist &lt;a href="http://www.liannehall.com/"&gt;Lianne Hall&lt;/a&gt;'s vocals, which is not good. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fearthekgb"&gt;KGB&lt;/a&gt; transform the song so that it sounds like it’s been drawn from The Cure’s back catalogue, which at least is an interesting approach. As for the original mix of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please &lt;/span&gt;and exclusive ‘B-side’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old School Tie&lt;/span&gt;, they unashamedly sound like outtakes from &lt;a href="http://www.loopz.co.uk/"&gt;Orbital&lt;/a&gt;’s final album that Hartnoll just couldn’t bear to throw away. Whilst recycling is a good thing, it’s less justifiable when applied to largely forgettable variations of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EP tracks from the last century. The mix to seek out isn’t included on this CD, but should still be easily available for download. Hartnoll’s own Remember 1992 Mix also sounds like old school Orbital but thankfully of the uptempo, crowd pleasing variety. The trademark chunky chords and pulsing beats are present and correct, whilst Smith and Hall's vocals are split, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;providing a more successful ‘call and response’ dynamic. On the whole, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please &lt;/span&gt;is a disappointment that, despite the fusion of two great talents, fails to capitalise on either’s strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Please (original version) / 2. Old School Tie / 3. Please (statik remix) / 4. Please (kgb remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related websites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitestripes.com/"&gt;The White Stripes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lcdsoundsystem.com/"&gt;LCD Soundsystem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lcdremixed.com/"&gt;Sounds Like Silver - LCD Soundsystem Remixed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamesyorkston.co.uk/"&gt;James Yorkston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulhartnoll.com/"&gt;Paul Hartnoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-8ftXJTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bogSAhBtnOM/s1600-h/jj31-PaulHartnoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-7101030951322141977?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/7101030951322141977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=7101030951322141977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/7101030951322141977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/7101030951322141977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/06/jukebox-juicebox-32_23.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #32'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RoH-9PtXJVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wbhn2yi_54w/s72-c/WhiteStripes_RagBone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-6969373073432364434</id><published>2007-06-17T06:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T06:49:11.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rndwnf0OgxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hC4fyYtd5yw/s640-h/sd21-au80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rndwnf0OgxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hC4fyYtd5yw/s160/sd21-au80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rndwnv0OgyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RCz9qylmuNE/s640-h/sd21-ml7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rndwnv0OgyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RCz9qylmuNE/s160/sd21-ml7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Avengers United #80 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Breakout!” by Brian Michael Bendis, David Finch &amp; Danny Miki&lt;br /&gt;(New Avengers #5-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The Redoubtable Return Of Crusher Creel” by David Michelinie, John Byrne &amp; Klaus Janson (The Avengers (v1) #183)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Gather, Warriors!” by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby &amp; Vince Coletta&lt;br /&gt;(Journey Into Mystery #119)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A blistering conclusion to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakout!&lt;/span&gt;, as the team clashes with Wolverine, Sauron and his band of mutates, plus Black Widow Mk II and a highly suspicious S.H.I.E.L.D. operation in the heart of The Savage Land. This is probably the most enjoyable mainstream superhero series that Brian Michael Bendis and artist David Finch excels at drawing mean dinosaurs and reptiles. There’s plenty of action, some good dialogue and a neat set up for the new team. Speaking of which, the characters are a good fit so far, at times echoing the tension of the Captain America / Hawkeye / Quicksilver / Scarlet Witch dynamic from waaay back. ‘The old order changeth’ and in this case, it’s definitely been for the better. I’ve almost forgotten the Chuck Austen run that came before…! The 1970s strip provides a welcome change of pace from the epic storylines both in the lead strip and in previous archive instalments. Ms. Marvel and The Falcon officially join the team, with mixed feelings, whilst David Michelinie is smart enough to recognise the popularity of the ousted Hawkeye, giving him a large slice of the story in the second half. The plot revolves around Crusher (The Absorbing Man) Creel’s efforts to sneak out of the U.S. and start a new life (of crime) down South. Of course, kicking off his plan with a robbery and kidnapping isn’t the smartest thing to do and it attracts the attention of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, promising the inevitable slugfest next issue. John Byrne and Klaus Janson are well matched on art duties, whilst Michelinie’s script is dripping with humour, mostly courtesy of The Beast (who, you have to admit, is far too serious in The X-Men these days). As usual, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales Of Asgard&lt;/span&gt; wraps things up. It’s ostensibly an introduction to the now infamous Warriors Three, though only Volstagg gets some lines and more than one panel in this chapter. The urgency of Thor and Loki’s mission is emphasised by a grim warning of ‘the war to end all wars’ Ragnarok. Light but fun storytelling that won’t ruin your appetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Marvel Legends #7 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The Lonesome Death Of Jack Monroe” by Ed Brubaker, John Paul Leon &amp; Frank D’Armata (Captain America (v5) #7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The Sons Of Yinsen” by Joe Quesada, Frank Tieri, Alitha Martinez &amp; Rob Hunter (Iron Man (v3) # 31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Wrecking Havoc” by Dan Jurgens, Erik Larsen &amp; Klaus Janson&lt;br /&gt;(Thor (v2) #28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A break from the regular Captain America story, flashing back to Jack (Nomad) Monroe’s last year on Earth. His seemingly callous murder by The Winter Soldier in &lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/stripping-down-15-lost-ci-reviews-part.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marvel Legends #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is seen in an entirely new light as it is revealed that Monroe’s days were already numbered. Having followed Nomad’s appearances in Captain America during the 1980s Mark Gruenwald/Paul Neary run, I missed the character’s solo series and subsequent appearances in the Marvel Universe so don’t know much about the breakdown that led to him becoming an incarnation of superhuman serial killer Scourge. However, it seems that this, and a degeneration of the super soldier serum that granted Monroe’s powers, is slowly killing him. Ed Brubaker presents a poignant first person perspective of a man experiencing both physical and mental deterioration. It’s not difficult to empathise with Monroe’s desire to go out fighting (crime) as Nomad, though there are signs throughout the story that the drug ring he is pursuing is nothing more than a delusion. That this ultimately proves to be the case underlines the quiet tragedy of a man who railed against his status as a perennial second stringer in order to make a difference. Taking all of the above into account, the Winter Soldier’s actions are more akin to a mercy killing than a brutal murder. Whether the Winter Soldier proves to be Cap’s long dead partner Bucky or not, it’s clear that he may be operating on the side of the angels after all, albeit with more extreme methods than the Sentinel Of Liberty. A brief mention for guest artist John Paul Leon, who never fails to impress. His loose, almost indie style here is a stark contrast to regular artist Steve Epting’s uber-dark photo realism, yet it perfectly suits Brubaker’s intensely personal narrative. Just one criticism and that’s the rather sloppy editing that allows the titular character’s named to be misspelt Munroe throughout the contents page. Come on, show a dead guy some respect…! In the aftermath of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mask In The Iron Man&lt;/span&gt;, Tony Stark finds he has a brand new heart, though not without it’s own limitations, and decides to ‘go retro’ with a return to a former, iconic, suit of armour. Frank Tieri joins Joe Quesada on writing duties but the latter is still clearly in the driving seat judging by the rather clumsy plot and dialogue. This is yet another story centred on a foe long thought dead - this time Iron Man’s very first adversary, Wong Chu – that had this reader thinking “so what?” Likewise Alitha Martinez is a competent artist, heavily influenced by the early Image house style, but I’m already missing predecessor Sean Chen who seemed the ideal artist for the Iron Man series. This is the least impressive of the issue’s three stories, so I’m hoping things pick up next issue. Following the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood Oath&lt;/span&gt; mini-series, we pick up Thor’s regular series more or less in line with Iron Man’s, i.e. a few years behind both Captain America’s current run and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Collectors’ Edition&lt;/span&gt; line as a whole. I’ve heard good things about Dan Jurgens’ tenure on the title, though this is very much old-school Thor in the style of Stan Lee, Gerry Conway and subsequently Tom DeFalco, with an emphasis on unsophisticated (melo)drama, humour and of course fighting. In this instalment, Thor and The Warriors Three are assaulted by The Wrecking Crew, who are seeking to reclaim their Asgardian-enhanced abilities. This they do, with apparently dire consequences for Hogun The Grim. Jurgens ticks all the narrative boxes, but I had been hoping for something more, whilst Erik Larsen and Klaus Janson’s perfunctory visuals do little to excite. Whilst not as much of a disappointment as the Iron Man strip, this series will need to up it’s game in the next few issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-6969373073432364434?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/6969373073432364434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=6969373073432364434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6969373073432364434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6969373073432364434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/06/stripping-down-21.html' title='Stripping Down #21'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rndwnf0OgxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hC4fyYtd5yw/s72-c/sd21-au80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-6907859420438199317</id><published>2007-06-04T07:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:45:13.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmOy3lr-kHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DjV5yIyWfUU/s640-h/sd20_mwom55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmOy3lr-kHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DjV5yIyWfUU/s160/sd20_mwom55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Mighty World Of Marvel (v3) #55&lt;br /&gt;(Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Beyond!” by Dwayne McDuffie &amp; Scott Kolins (Beyond! #1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Vicious Cycle” by Daniel Way, Javier Saltares &amp; Mark Texeira (Ghost Rider (v5) #3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Rumble In The Sky” by Kurt Busiek, Erik Larsen &amp; Al Gordon (The Defenders (v2) #6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lead story &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond! &lt;/span&gt;seems to satisfy three reader requests in one fell swoop: i) more Spider-Man, ii) more Scott Kolins and iii) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marvel Super-Heroes Secret Wars&lt;/span&gt;. Well, okay, maybe the last isn’t strictly accurate but it’s the next best thing if you ignore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret Wars II&lt;/span&gt; (and believe me, I’ve tried). As with the original series, Beyond! sees a group of superhumans kidnapped from Earth and challenged to fight each other for their heart’s desire. Alongside Spider-Man’s arch foe Venom, there’s Kraven, who seems to have both reformed and gained a sense of humour since his last appearance in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;. In addition, there are three former Avengers: Firebird, The Wasp and Hank Pym (aka Ant Man aka Giant Man aka Goliath aka Yellowjacket); the interesting dynamic here being Hank’s history of hanky panky with both women. Rounding out the group are Medusa of The Inhumans and two relative unknowns, dyed-in-the-wool goodie Gravity and The Hood, who appears to be rather more conflicted, morally speaking. The writer, Dwayne McDuffie, impressed with his Damage Control mini-series and Deathlok revamp in the late 1980s/early 1990s, but pretty much dropped off of my radar after that. Happily, his script doesn’t disappoint, giving plenty of space to each of the featured characters, building up to the unexpected cliffhanger. Scott Kolins’ art is impeccable, his take on Venom a particular high point, with Paul Mounts’ colour art adding a real depth to Kolins’ visuals. Whilst lacking the sheer scale of the 1980s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret Wars&lt;/span&gt; maxi-series, this is nonetheless a refreshing take on the now commonplace superhuman slugfest. In the second strip, the 2006 return of Ghost Rider continues apace as the biker with the flaming skull confronts Dr. Strange, appropriately enough in a graveyard. It’s the time honoured narrative of two heroes at cross purposes coming to blows but, thanks to Daniel Way’s sharp set-up and deft writing, the conflict avoids coming across as clichéd and predictable. Likewise the Lucifer sub-plot, despite being a mere three pages this issue, continues to intrigue as the dead rise in Oklahoma and go on a killing spree. Javier Saltares and Mark Texeira perfectly judge the visual tone, with the horror of the latter sequence coming from what is implied, rather than explicitly shown. The pair really are an ideal match on this series, with colourist Dan Brown’s excellent work enhancing the mood of the story no end. With a bound Dr. Strange on the receiving end of Ghost Rider’s Penance Stare at the episode’s climax, I’m looking forward to seeing how the good ol’ Doc gets out of this mess next month. This is undoubtedly one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MWOM&lt;/span&gt;’s best features to date. I wish I could say the same for The Defenders. As a kid, I loved Marvel UK’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rampage &lt;/span&gt;weekly, which headlined the non-team’s early exploits, and followed them through to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rampage &lt;/span&gt;monthly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hulk Comic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain America&lt;/span&gt; weekly, before sticking with the original US title to the bitter end in the mid-1980s. This 2001 revamp promised so much, with the classic line-up restored and a pair of capable creators in Kurt Busiek and Erik Larsen. However, halfway through the series’ short-lived run and I’m starting to understand why it was cancelled as I’m still feeling underwhelmed. The Defenders was, by virtue of it’s status as a non-team, a home for ‘leftfield’ creators, heroes ‘in between’ solo series (or membership of The Avengers) and the Marvel Universe’s more obscure villains. The latter has certainly been true in this incarnation, but I found it very hard to muster any enthusiasm for this issue’s adversaries, Red Raven and, erm, Bi-Beast. Having the story narrated by the ‘dumb’ Hulk is mildly amusing, and there’s a big explosion to close the episode, yet… there’s still something missing. I’ve struggled to put my finger on it, though I think in part it’s the characterisation, or lack of it. Much as I love these characters, there’s little here to engage the reader. If I were new to The Defenders, I’d be forgiven for not giving two hoots about any of them, which seems to be borne out by comments from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MWOM &lt;/span&gt;readers, particularly in the &lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk/Home.jsp"&gt;Panini Comics forum&lt;/a&gt;. Disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmOy4Fr-kII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fMuMP4eLBP4/s640-h/sd20_mwom56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmOy4Fr-kII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fMuMP4eLBP4/s160/sd20_mwom56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Mighty World Of Marvel (v3) #56&lt;br /&gt;(Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Beyond!” by Dwayne McDuffie &amp; Scott Kolins (Beyond! #2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Vicious Cycle” by Daniel Way, Javier Saltares &amp; Mark Texeira (Ghost Rider (v5) #4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Fire Above, Thunder Below” by Kurt Busiek, Erik Larsen &amp; Sal Buscema&lt;br /&gt;(The Defenders (v2) #7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Judging by Scott Kolins’ (uncharacteristically bland) cover, Venom may have bitten off more than he can chew. Inside, Medusa proves this by giving the symbiote a good whupping for murdering Spider-Man in the opening instalment of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond! &lt;/span&gt;Of course, you know that the webhead isn’t really dead and, to his credit, writer Dwayne McDuffie doesn’t drag things out, resolving this particular issue by the close of the chapter. The group crash land on an alien world, encounter both a friend (Deathlok) and foe (Dragon Man) and get more questions than answers. In the absence of Spider-Man, it’s Kraven who gets the best lines, a choice exchange being with Hank Pym on the latter’s size changing abilities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Hank Pym: “I submit myself to the same [shrinking] process but there are certain biological difficulties…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Kraven: “Say no more. Shrinkage is nothing to joke about.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aside from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carry On&lt;/span&gt; moments like this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond! &lt;/span&gt;continues to provide a winning combination of solid writing and impressive art. There are also informative fact files on Kraven, Gravity, The Hood and Firebird, to help bring readers up to speed. In the Ghost Rider strip, the mysterious Numecet appears and reveals the true nature of Lucifer’s manifestation on Earth and Johnny Blaze’s unwitting part in his plans. As to be expected from writer Daniel Way, Ghost Rider seems to be in a no-win situation; it’ll be fascinating to see how the character defeats Lucifer without also condemning himself to an eternity in hell. The Defenders storyline comes to an end with another shift of narrative perspective, this time to the new Valkyrie. Although this keeps the tone of each issue relatively fresh, I don’t think that it’s achieving it’s intended purpose of enabling the reader to engage with the characters or understand their relationships with one another. The core members of Dr. Strange, Sub-Mariner and Hulk are keen to break the curse that binds them together; Nighthawk, Hellcat and Valkyrie see The Defenders as their surrogate family and want the team to remain intact. Beyond that, I don’t feel any closer to empathising with any of them, which is a real shame. The main action sees The Defenders fight to save Red Raven’s aerial city from The Wayfinder, have yet another truncated stab at freeing Atlantis from Attuma’s mob of marine Z-listers and a battle with former foe Hell-Eyes that’s over before most of the team (and indeed, the readers) have even caught up. There’s an epilogue worthy of the Steve Gerber era that promises more (Headmen, probably). The Defenders take another break next issue to make way for their AWOL founder member – and now movie star – The Silver Surfer in a classic tale. Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-6907859420438199317?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/6907859420438199317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=6907859420438199317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6907859420438199317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6907859420438199317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/06/stripping-down-20.html' title='Stripping Down #20'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmOy3lr-kHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DjV5yIyWfUU/s72-c/sd20_mwom55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-4637835374673543578</id><published>2007-06-03T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:56:16.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #31 - Forever Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmJ89Vr-kGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ATV80DOam6A/s640-h/jj31-vennwristband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmJ89Vr-kGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ATV80DOam6A/s160/jj31-vennwristband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Green Gartside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Venn Festival, Arnolfini, Bristol, 02/06/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmJ88Fr-kFI/AAAAAAAAALs/hsS-L4ggQ8c/s320-h/jj31-greenvennsetlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmJ88Fr-kFI/AAAAAAAAALs/hsS-L4ggQ8c/s160/jj31-greenvennsetlist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A relatively late addition to the line-up of the fourth annual &lt;a href="http://www.vennfestival.com/"&gt;Venn Festival&lt;/a&gt;, I was expecting this to be a solo set, maybe acoustic guitar, some samples, and little more. In fact, as we poured into the recently revamped &lt;a href="http://www.arnolfini.org.uk/"&gt;Arnolfini&lt;/a&gt;’s upper auditorium, the frantic activity onstage indicated that I was way off in my assumption. Green Gartside took to the stage just after 6.00pm, introducing “some of Scritti Politti” – namely&lt;a href="http://rhodri.biz/"&gt; Rodhri Marsden&lt;/a&gt; on keyboards, Alyssa McDonald on bass, Dave Ferrett on keyboards and occasional bass. As with all of the Venn Festival performances, this was a short set at just under three quarters of an hour. However, of the nine songs performed, five of them were brand new – incredible given the 7 year gap between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Bread Black Beer &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anhomie &amp; Bonhomie&lt;/span&gt; (and nearly 2 decades since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Provision&lt;/span&gt;). It’s been six months since the band performed live and, given Green’s much documented onstage nerves, the limitations of the Arnolfini set up, and a predominantly brand new set, it would have been reasonable to assume that things would be pretty shaky. An unfortunate consequence of Dave Ferrett moving from keyboards to bass for several songs was that bassist Alyssa McDonald was left standing like the proverbial gooseberry on stage, with nowhere to go and nothing to do. However, in spite of this, frequent gestures and requests from the band to adjust the levels and Green’s self deprecating comments about their performance, the set was jaw droppingly wonderful. Of course, the highlight was Green’s voice itself, amazingly managing to achieve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmJ88Fr-kEI/AAAAAAAAALk/XZP4lDLAJv4/s1600-h/JJ31-greengartside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmJ88Fr-kEI/AAAAAAAAALk/XZP4lDLAJv4/s160/JJ31-greengartside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the same kind of spine tingling beauty that it delivers on record. Of the new songs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfrozen &lt;/span&gt;is a layered acoustic number whilst &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgiven &lt;/span&gt;incorporates some affecting tweeting and piano sounds. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Minute&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antarctic &lt;/span&gt;recall the hip hop inspired sounds of the greatly underrated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anhomie &amp; Bonhomie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antarctic &lt;/span&gt;was dedicated to &lt;a href="http://www.yingyangmusic.com/"&gt;The Yin Yang Twins&lt;/a&gt;; like most of Green’s references this evening, this was lost on the audience, including me until I Googled them. The fifth and final new track, which Green claimed to have “completed in the dressing room” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;loosely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seemed to be about the US Civil War’s most famous Confederate General, Robert E. Lee, though I could be wrong! The penultimate song of the set, this was quite a folky number. The set opened and closed with tracks from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Bread Black Beer&lt;/span&gt;, namely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robin Hood&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boom Boom Bap&lt;/span&gt;, with the infectious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E Eleventh Nuts&lt;/span&gt; also represented. Great though these were, even better was the inclusion of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ‘Sweetest Girl’&lt;/span&gt;, which I never thought I'd hear performed live. The hapless Alyssa McDonald particularly shone with her bass playing on this song. Before ending the set with The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boom Boom Bap&lt;/span&gt;, Green asked the guy at the sound desk if he could buy him a pint of Guinness to save queuing at the bar (a good call: despite the revamp, the Arnolfini bar is still a nightmare). As my beloved, my friend and I sat outside on the dockside still reeling from the incredible gig we’d just seen, I was pleased to see Green walk past with his crew, clutching the remains of his black beer. Let's hope he brings Scritti Politti back to Bristol for another round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Set list]: 1. Robin Hood / 2. Unfrozen * / 3. E Eleventh Nuts / 4. Forgiven * / 5. Two Minute * / 6. The ‘Sweetest Girl’ / 7. Antarctic ** / 8. Robert ** / 9. The Boom Boom Bap&lt;br /&gt;[* introduced as working titles, ** no titles given]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excellent Scritti Politti fan site &lt;a href="http://bibbly-o-tek.com/"&gt;bibbly-o-tek&lt;/a&gt; includes a 10 minute segment from BBC Radio 2's &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/shows/hazlewood/index.shtml"&gt;Charles Hazlewood Show&lt;/a&gt; on 16th May 2007, where the presenter interviewed Green Gartside and premiered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfrozen &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgiven&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bibbly-o-tek.com/2007/05/17/green-gartside-in-the-charles-hazlewood-show/"&gt;Listen here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Green Gartside interviewed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://scotlandonsunday.scotsman.com/review.cfm?id=858692006"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (June 2006) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/music/a34164/scritti-politti.html"&gt;Digital Spy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (July 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmJ88Fr-kEI/AAAAAAAAALk/XZP4lDLAJv4/s1600-h/JJ31-greengartside.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-4637835374673543578?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/4637835374673543578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=4637835374673543578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/4637835374673543578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/4637835374673543578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/06/jj-31.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #31 - Forever Green'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmJ89Vr-kGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ATV80DOam6A/s72-c/jj31-vennwristband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-5874223804803692699</id><published>2007-06-02T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T06:56:58.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmEo6Fr-j9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/R2PwbpTd1jo/s640-h/sd19-asm150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmEo6Fr-j9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/R2PwbpTd1jo/s160/sd19-asm150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmEo6Vr-j-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sxOUgE9HNZk/s640-h/sd19-asm01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmEo6Vr-j-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sxOUgE9HNZk/s160/sd19-asm01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man (v1) #150 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Sins Past” by J. Michael Straczynski, Mike Deodato &amp; Jose Pimentel&lt;br /&gt;(Amazing Spider-Man (v1) #513-514)&lt;br /&gt;“Carnage” by David Michelinie, Mark Bagley &amp;amp; Randy Emberlin&lt;br /&gt;(Amazing Spider-Man (v1) #361-362)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A 100 page special to celebrate a century and a half and to close the first volume of this incredibly successful UK Spider-Man title. The first half of the issue is devoted to the concluding chapters of the controversial &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sins Past&lt;/span&gt;, as Spider-Man finally confronts Gwen Stacy’s children with the truth about their father. The extent of Norman Osborn’s manipulations goes some way to offsetting the less palatable retroactive continuity. Although this storyline has skirted very closely to the realms of implausibility, particularly in redefining Gwen Stacy and her relationship with Peter Parker, it’s impact cannot be denied. J. Michael Straczynski has stirred up a narrative hornets’ nest, leading to one of the liveliest debates about Spider-Man comics in a long time. Credit also to Mike Deodato, whose work on this series is arguably a career best. The second half of this giant sized edition features the 1992 debut of Carnage; I’d put the emphasis here on ‘archive’ rather than ‘classic’ Spider-Man. I’ve never been a fan of either the character or then-artist Mark Bagley, but it’s interesting to see how much the former has declined and the latter has improved in the last 15 years. David Michelinie’s script is good, but not on a par with his earlier work on the title. However, the unusually bloodthirsty narrative (typical for the early 1990s) is balanced by the sketching of Cletus Kasady/Carnage as a dangerous psychopath with no moral restraint, juxtaposed with his ‘father’ Eddie Brock/Venom’s warped sense of justice and protecting the innocent and Spider-Man’s moral dilemma in finding a way to deal with them both. Rounding off the issue is a fascinating article by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comics International&lt;/span&gt;’s Mike Conroy, where David Michelinie explains his reasons for creating Carnage as a counterpoint to both Spider-Man and Venom, and how the character was subsequently used and misused. All in all, this is a fine swansong and I for one am looking forward to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt; volume 2, although it’s fortnightly frequency means that my bank account won't be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man (v2) #1 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Breakout” by Tony Bedard, Manuel Garcia &amp; Raul Fernandez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Spider-Man: Breakout #1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Carnage” by David Michelinie, Mark Bagley &amp; Randy Emberlin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Amazing Spider-Man (v1) #363)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, this just screams “Buy Me!” An Andy Kubert illustration, excessive use of alliteration, a shiny foil cover and a big, bold number 1 in the corner box. I’m not a fan of relaunches for the sake of it, so does the interior of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt; volume 2, number 1 stand up to scrutiny? Simple answer is that it sure does. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Previews &lt;/span&gt;magazine had originally listed this premiere issue as running &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah’s Story&lt;/span&gt;, a follow-on from the recent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sins Past&lt;/span&gt; arc. Given that the point of a relaunch is to provide a jumping on point for new (and lapsed) Spider-Man readers, leading with a continuity heavy story would have been a bad move. Although the replacement mini-series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakout &lt;/span&gt;(originally planned for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ASM &lt;/span&gt;#3) is also a tie-in to the similarly titled storyline currently running in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Avengers United,&lt;/span&gt; it’s entirely enjoyable as a standalone series. Writer Tony Bedard’s writing provides sufficient explanation without an over reliance on exposition, meaning that the narrative is suitably fast paced. Artist Manuel Garcia does struggle a bit with long shots, his figures looking a tad static and/or amateurish at times, but expressive facial close ups and panel layouts in general are a real strength. Inker Raul Fernandez adds a polish to Garcia’s pencils that overcomes most of their shortcomings. The archive strip wraps up Carnage’s first appearance (there’s a handy contents page recap if you missed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt; (v1) #150). The story is really nothing to write home about and Mark Bagley’s rendition of Venom is dreadful, shadowed only by an excruciatingly awful depiction of a rock concert. At least next issue promises some proper classic art, courtesy of John Romita Snr and Jim Mooney. On reflection, a reassuring beginning for the (slightly) new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astonishing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;. Let’s hope it maintains the high standard in the year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man (v2) #2 (Panini UK) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Breakout” by Tony Bedard, Manuel Garcia &amp; Raul Fernandez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Spider-Man: Breakout #3-4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Beware…The Black Widow!” by Stan Lee, John Romita &amp; Jim Mooney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Amazing Spider-Man (v1) #86)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another double dose of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakout&lt;/span&gt;, as The U-Foes and Crossfire’s crew attempt to flush out Rosalyn Backus, the object of both teams’ enmity. Luckily for Backus, Spider-Man gets to her first and begins to unravel some of the mystery surrounding Backus’ history with these super-villains. Tony Bedard has produced a fast-paced and unpredictable tale, where nothing is quite what it seems. Crossfire, who always seemed to me like a second rate Bullseye, has become in the course of this series both an intriguing character and formidable foe. Bedard also makes good use of comparisons between the two groups. Crossfire’s crew, comprising mind-manipulators The Controller, Mr. Fear, The Corruptor and The Mandrill, clearly struggle to work as a team, ultimately to their cost. Vector’s leadership of his team on the other hand is much tighter, more akin to family unit of the Fantastic Four, whose powers The U-Foes sought to replicate. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakout &lt;/span&gt;explores power on several levels: physical superhuman abilities as a blessing or a curse; individuals’ use of power to influence others; and, of course, the old adage about the corrupting effect of power. The end result is a story that deftly balances thought provoking narrative and dramatic tension and, given the large cast of characters, doesn’t forget to place it’s lead character at the centre. Garcia and Fernandez again impress with some energetic storytelling. Back to 1970 for the classic strip, one of my favourite Marvel heroines, The Black Widow, swings by. I’d forgotten that the Russian femme fatale debuted her black skintight jumpsuit, inspired by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Avengers &lt;/span&gt;(TV’s Emma Peel not the Marvel’s superteam) in these pages. An iconic look that hasn’t dated as the decades have passed. Wowza! The story itself is a bit hokey: The Black Widow, seeking to establish herself a superhero, decides to fight Spider-Man in order to test his abilities and learn from the experience. Unfortunately, Spidey’s feeling more than a little under par and is convinced that he’s losing his spider-powers. The script is inevitably melodramatic (come on, this is Stan Lee after all), the art is vintage John Romita and there’s a finale worthy of the best soap operas. What more could you ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Astonishing Spider-Man (v2) #3 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Breakout” by Tony Bedard, Manuel Garcia &amp; Raul Fernandez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Spider-Man: Breakout #5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Unusual Suspects” by Paul Jenkins, Phil Winslade &amp; Tom Palmer&lt;br /&gt;(Daredevil/Spider-Man: Unusual Suspects #1)&lt;br /&gt;“Unmasked At Last!” by Stan Lee, John Romita &amp;amp; Jim Mooney&lt;br /&gt;(Amazing Spider-Man (v1) #87)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the concluding chapter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakout&lt;/span&gt;, Spider-Man calls in some help from New Avengers team-mates Captain America and Iron Man to stop The U-Foes and Crossfire’s crew. As with the previous chapters, Tony Bedard manages to provide each of the characters with convincing motivations and rationales for their actions. Of the two teams, the reader is encouraged to empathise with The U-Foes and in particular Vector, as their pursuit of Rosalyn Backus has been driven by much more than just greed or revenge. Manuel Garcia’s art isn't quite up to the same standard here, the artist notably having a hard time with the aforementioned Avengers, who seem oddly squat throughout. However, on the whole, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakout &lt;/span&gt;has been a welcome break from the regular Spider-Man series and a perfect start to this new title. Sticking with mini-series for the second strip is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unusual Suspects&lt;/span&gt;, a Daredevil / Spider-Man double header. Just one look at the credits was enough to assure me that this would be a great read and chapter one does not disappoint. Phil Winslade’s incredibly detailed pencils are a joy to look at, not least the opening half dozen pages. Veteran inker Tom Palmer has been a favourite for as long as I can remember reading comics and seems to thrive on working with artists of this calibre. Although Palmer’s heavy style can be overpowering at times, here his judgement is spot on and the best of both artists’ styles are evident. Paul Jenkins’ script is typically rich, with a well constructed premise and some excellent dialogue. I was rather bemused by the trio of villains – Gladiator, Stilt Man and Copperhead – none of whom are the original Daredevil foes. Exposition would have affected the flow of the story, but I hope that this – and The Kingpin’s blindness - will be explained, either in the story itself or by way of an accompanying article. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unmasked At Last! &lt;/span&gt;screams the classic strip’s splash page. Of course, Stan Lee’s still writing like it’s the early 1960s so you know that the story will include so many twists and turns that Lee can barely squeeze in a deus ex machina at the end. I don’t think I’m spoiling things too much by saying that this issue leads into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Death Of Captain Stacy&lt;/span&gt; storyline (and is included in the &lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk/StaticPage.jsp?Id=Gnrelease_sched.htm"&gt;Pocket Book&lt;/a&gt; of the same name that, strangely enough, &lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk/Home.jsp"&gt;Panini UK&lt;/a&gt; published in March). As of itself It’s not a 'classic' classic if you get my meaning, but it’s a fun story if only in demonstrating that ol’ Peter was often more of a worry wart than his dear Aunt May…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmEo6Vr-j_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/HbU553sqB5k/s640-h/sd19-asm02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmEo6Vr-j_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/HbU553sqB5k/s160/sd19-asm02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmEo6lr-kAI/AAAAAAAAALE/MA7ncSZlhWs/s640-h/sd19-asm03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmEo6lr-kAI/AAAAAAAAALE/MA7ncSZlhWs/s160/sd19-asm03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-5874223804803692699?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/5874223804803692699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=5874223804803692699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5874223804803692699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5874223804803692699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/06/stripping-down-19.html' title='Stripping Down #19'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RmEo6Fr-j9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/R2PwbpTd1jo/s72-c/sd19-asm150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-1795661376036949003</id><published>2007-05-28T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:50:03.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqOy1r-j4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/aWx5ylTslCk/s640-h/jj30-wombats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqOy1r-j4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/aWx5ylTslCk/s160/jj30-wombats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Wombats “Backfire At The Disco” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve never heard of The Wombats and rarely buy NME these days, but I’d hazard a guess that reviews of this song will inevitably include the phrases “live favourite”, “quirky indie pop” and “the next Arctic Monkeys”. I’m not sure how many of these actually apply, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Backfire At The Disco&lt;/span&gt; is a breezy number that underpins a tale of woe about a date gone wrong. Some frenetic guitar, timely whoops and a singalong chorus ensures that indie kids tanked up on cider or Newkie Brown will be chugging along to this on the dancefloor even now. However, it’s the remix by KGB (another new one to me) that really cuts the mustard, with a grimy bass, cow horns and a pulsing beat that come across like The DFA, which can only be a good thing.  The lyrics and vocals sit extremely comfortably with the funkier, club-oriented sound and this one’s guaranteed to get the shake the bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Backfire At The Disco (original version) /&lt;br /&gt;2. (kgb remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wombats &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thewombatsuk"&gt;MySpace page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqOzFr-j5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/eoNbJDoWoos/s640-h/jj30-maccabees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqOzFr-j5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/eoNbJDoWoos/s160/jj30-maccabees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Maccabees “Precious Time” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An indie-on-a-major five piece from Brighton comprising Orlando, Robert, Rupert, Felix and Hugo? Suggests a bunch of rich kids trying to get down with the proletariat, doesn’t it? Relax, it’s not as bad as all that, but there is an inescapable sense of contrivance about the band and their music. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Precious Time &lt;/span&gt;ticks all the right boxes, with it’s narrative focus on adolescent first love, a squalling guitar chorus and lots of chanting. However, frontman Orlando’s vocals are definitely an acquired taste; sounding like he’s literally got a frog in his throat, Antony (of …&amp; The Johnsons fame) seems to be the obvious reference point.  I can understand the appeal of this track, but it’s actually my least favourite of the three included here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Real Thing&lt;/span&gt; kicks off with a handclap rhythm and acoustic guitar, building up to a real campfire rouser. The lyrics again focus on the obvious – trying to get over an ex-girlfriend – and the vocalists’ almost identical delivery to the previous song suggest a limited range. Still, it comes in at just under a minute and a half and, as such, doesn’t outstay it’s welcome. The best is saved ‘til last, with a great remix of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; X-Ray&lt;/span&gt; by South Central that pumps up the beat and distorts the vocals, producing a behemoth of a track that sounds like Franz Ferdinand on speed. Needless to say, the lyrics remain pretty by-the-numbers, but the infectious rhythm means that you’ll be too busy moving to give a damn. More remixes like this and I’ll remain interested in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Precious Time / 2. The Real Thing / 3. X-Ray (south central x-ray vision ‘for those with eyes to see’ remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maccabees' &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/themaccabees"&gt;MySpace page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqOzVr-j6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/AAWYwgUSFAw/s640-h/jj30-ronson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqOzVr-j6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/AAWYwgUSFAw/s160/jj30-ronson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mark Ronson “Stop Me” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is an inspired cover version, taking The Smiths’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop Me If You Thing You’ve Heard This One Before&lt;/span&gt;, adding epic strings, a heavy rhythm and a reprise of Diana Ross &amp; The Supremes’&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You Keep Me Hanging On&lt;/span&gt;. It recalls both the Now Voyager remix of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Got The Love&lt;/span&gt; by The Source featuring Candi Staton and the track that inspired it, Massive Attack’s seminal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfinished Sympathy&lt;/span&gt;. The main differences here are the horn section, providing a counterpoint to the downtempo strings, and vocalist Daniel Merriweather.  I’ve no idea who he is, but he takes the song to another level and adds a new dimension to Morrissey’s original lyric. Cover versions as they should be, enabling the listener to appreciate the song in a whole new way. Chicken Lips do not disappoint on the remix front, providing a pulsing electro beat and bassline that complements Merriweather’s performance. I’m less enamoured by the Dirty South remix – sounds a bit like Junior Vasquez on a bad day in parts and probably would have benefited from ditching the vocals at the risk of losing it’s most recognisable hook.  A non-album track rounds off the EP: I don't know what the original of Queens Of The Stone Age’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No One Knows&lt;/span&gt; sounds like, but it’s a safe guess that this is yet another fairly radical reworking. Vocalist Domino comes across like a cross between Beyoncé and Amy Winehouse, whilst a funky guitar break, hip hop beats and saxophone provide a suitably jazzy backdrop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Stop Me (featuring Daniel Merriweather) (album version) / 2. (a chicken lips malfunction) / 3. (dirty south remix) / 4. No One Knows (featuring Domino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Ronson's &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/markronson"&gt;MySpace page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-1795661376036949003?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/1795661376036949003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=1795661376036949003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/1795661376036949003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/1795661376036949003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/05/jukebox-juicebox-30.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #30'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqOy1r-j4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/aWx5ylTslCk/s72-c/jj30-wombats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-5969640485964644807</id><published>2007-05-26T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:25:48.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqRG1r-j7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/9A7kVUKhSXY/s640-h/sd-au78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqRG1r-j7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/9A7kVUKhSXY/s160/sd-au78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Avengers United #78 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Breakout!” by Brian Michael Bendis, David Finch &amp; Danny Miki (New Avengers (v1) #1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“On The Matter Of Heroes!” by David Michelinie, John Byrne &amp; Gene Day&lt;br /&gt;(Avengers (v1) #181)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The Sword In The Scabbard!” by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby &amp; Vince Colletta&lt;br /&gt;(Journey Into Mystery (v1) #117)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Six months have passed in the Marvel Universe but only four short weeks for The Avengers United readers since Earth’s Mightiest Heroes disbanded. Time, then, for a brand new team. In keeping with previous line-up changes, there are veteran Avengers (Captain America and Iron Man), familiar but unexpected additions (Spider-Man and Wolverine), a couple of revamped and reinvigorated B-listers (Luke Cage and Spider-Woman Mk I), plus a retconned Golden Age hero (The Sentry). Well… on the cover at least and even then, shrouded in shadow. As this is written by Brian Michael Bendis, the opening two episodes come across like an episode of TV show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;, with lots of talking interspersed with nosebleed inducing action as old Spidey foe Electro stages the eponymous prison break at supervillian penitentiary The Raft. David Finch’s art screams Hollywood blockbuster, though there is an over reliance on splash pages and static panels. More irritating is Finch’s inability to draw distinctive faces. If I reading this in retro Marvel UK style black and white format I suspect that, on visuals alone, I would struggle to differentiate between Luke Cage and The Purple Man, Jessica Drew and Mary Jane Watson. That said, it’s refreshing to see a genuinely new and interesting team of Avengers and this is a big, big improvement on the creative team’s debut with the disappointing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disassembled&lt;/span&gt;. In the classic strip, John Byrne takes over art duties, complemented here by some great inking from Gene Day. The story features another historic (albeit short-lived) line-up change, imposed by government liaison Henry Peter Gyrich, a great opening sequence with Wonder Man and The Beast, plus Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch in an intriguing cliffhanger. They sure don’t make comics like this anymore. I probably bang on in every review of this title about how little I enjoy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales Of Asgard&lt;/span&gt;. It’s back this issue after a short break and – dare I say it? – isn’t all bad. The promise lies in the fact that, rather than the usual five page stand alone heavy handed moral, this is the first of a multi-part ‘quest’ storyline. Let’s hope it delivers the goods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqRHFr-j8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/80TnXjNsiYE/s640-h/sd18-au79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqRHFr-j8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/80TnXjNsiYE/s160/sd18-au79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Avengers United #79 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Breakout!” by Brian Michael Bendis, David Finch &amp; Danny Miki (New Avengers (v1) #3-4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Honour Thy Father!” by David Michelinie, John Byrne &amp; Klaus Janson (Avengers (v1) #182)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The Crimson Hand!” by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby &amp; Vince Colletta (Journey Into Mystery (v1) #118)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This issue’s cover boasts a gratuitous T’n’A shot of Spider-Woman, who has clearly has had several tucks and implants since she first hit the scene in the 1970s. Inside, the improvised team of heroes deal with last issue’s prison break and Captain America is inspired to make this assemblage a more permanent arrangement. Naturally, one of the team is working for an as yet unknown third party (shades of Emma Frost in the current X-Men storyline here); I’d imagine it’ll be a long while before this sub-plot comes to the fore. Despite a cover appearance last issue, the final new member – a certain hirsute Canadian mutant – doesn’t debut until the final panel. However, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakout &lt;/span&gt;continues to be a promising start for the fledgling New Avengers. Travelling back to the late 1970s for the archive Avengers tale, the team attempt to save the lives of Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch, leading to a surreal battle with their adoptive father. Klaus Janson’s inking is characteristically heavy, particularly compared to Gene Day’s in the previous issue, but it still works well, allowing John Byrne’s clear storytelling to shine through. In the closing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales Of Asgard&lt;/span&gt;, Loki is trying to off his half-sibling Thor before their quest has even got underway. No surprise that the God Of Thunder foils the God Of Mischief’s plot, but it’s a fun read that greatly improves on the laboured morals of previous tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panini UK &lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk/Home.jsp"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-5969640485964644807?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/5969640485964644807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=5969640485964644807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5969640485964644807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5969640485964644807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/05/stripping-down-18_28.html' title='Stripping Down #18'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlqRG1r-j7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/9A7kVUKhSXY/s72-c/sd-au78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-6683540359755919172</id><published>2007-05-23T07:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:17:44.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #29 - You Can Go Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="arial" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RkbBi2R2NKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gHvYqndxxOI/s1600-h/ghp_sixpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RkbBi2R2NKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gHvYqndxxOI/s160/ghp_sixpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Home Productions "Six Pack" (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hot off the decks is the ever reliable Mark Vidler's latest freebie EP in a 7" double pack format, with a free 7" flexi to boot, providing a whopping six slabs of bastard pop for your aural pleasure. The opening track mashes Marvin Gaye's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too Busy Thinking About My Baby&lt;/span&gt; with Kaiser Chiefs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Angry Mob&lt;/span&gt; with blistering effect, The Beatles' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penny Lane&lt;/span&gt; acting as a great reprise. Marvin Gaye could have made some classic rock music if he'd teamed up with, say, Jimi Hendrix or The Rolling Stones back in the day. In the absence of the real thing, this track is a more than welcome substitute. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hung Phantom&lt;/span&gt; pairs Madonna's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hung Up&lt;/span&gt; with Justice's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phantom &lt;/span&gt;and Goblin's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenebre,&lt;/span&gt; proving that even without the ABBA sample, the former is a great track. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supreme Evil&lt;/span&gt; is built around a backing of ELO's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evil Woman&lt;/span&gt;, with Diana Ross and the Supremes' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop (In The Name Of Love) &lt;/span&gt;and Michael Jackson's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; providing the vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's been said plenty of times elsewhere, but Vidler's skill lies in encouraging the listener to reappraise artistes or songs, particularly those that are (overly) familiar in their original form. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long Distance Good Luck Call&lt;/span&gt; is a good example, imbuing Lisa Kekaula's vocals on Basement Jaxx's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Luck&lt;/span&gt; with an earthier quality when paired with Phoenix's dirty beats and guitar riffs. Revisiting The Beatles for the two flexi tracks, Vidler is a tad cheeky here, pairing the Fab Four first with Disney's Pinocchio (!) and Radiohead&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, then with Bill Conti's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going The Distance, &lt;/span&gt;aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Theme From 'Rocky'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pinocchiohead On LSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is initially a bit hard to get your head around as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've Got No Strings &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds &lt;/span&gt;battle for supremacy over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creep&lt;/span&gt;'s chugging rhythm, but perversely it's a success. The final track is the slightly better of the two, lending &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Goodbye&lt;/span&gt; with an unexpectedly epic quality. I'd part with a few quid for this EP, so how great is it that all of these tracks are currently free to download?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting [A]: 1. Marvin Gaye v. Kaiser Chiefs v. The Beatles: &lt;span&gt;Too Busy Thinking About &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Angry Mob / 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Madonna v. Justice v. Goblin: Hung Phantom / [AA]: 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                   ELO v. Diana Ross &amp; The Supremes v. Michael Jackson: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Supreme Evil / 4. Phoenix v. Basement Jaxx: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Long Distance Good Luck Call / [flexi]: 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pinocchio v. Radiohead v. The Beatles: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pinocchiohead On LSD / 6. The Beatles v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bill Conti: Goodbye Rocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RkbBiWR2NHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/azZ3xaBzBn4/s1600-h/ghp_pink_wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RkbBiWR2NHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/azZ3xaBzBn4/s160/ghp_pink_wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go Home Productions "Pink Wedding" (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're not subscribed to the Go Home Productions mailing list (and why not?!), you may well have missed this gem back in March (although a Google search is likely to unearth MP3s if you look hard enough). It pretty much does what it says on the label: Pink's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get The Party Started&lt;/span&gt; never sounded so good with Billy Idol's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Wedding &lt;/span&gt;(especially Steve Stevens' guitar hooks) underpinning the song; Sir William Of Idol himself drops in with the occasional "Pick It Up!" or "Dynamite!" Far more of a party track than Pink's original plodder, this is another prime example of why Mark Vidler is still head and shoulders above the increasing number of mash-up artists out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RkbBimR2NJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_LiKnRqtDiY/s1600-h/ghp_nightbeatle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RkbBimR2NJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_LiKnRqtDiY/s160/ghp_nightbeatle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go Home Productions "Nightbeatle (Beatleg Bootles 2)" (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Probably a love it or loathe it mash-up, laying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Beatles' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm Sixty Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; over Daft Punk's ambient &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nightvision&lt;/span&gt;, I'm firmly in the former camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm Sixty Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; has always been one of my least favourite Beatles tracks, yet Vidler&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; transforms Paul McCartney's vocals from whimsical to wistful in this astounding (re)version. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This mash up, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nightvision&lt;/span&gt;'s added synth washes, now sounds oddly reminiscent of 10CC's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Not In Love&lt;/span&gt; before (not meant as a criticism!)   An unexpected pleasing spine tingler and another essential download. Get this while you can from the Go Home Productions &lt;a href="http://www.markvidler-gohomeproductions.co.uk/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-6683540359755919172?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/6683540359755919172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=6683540359755919172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6683540359755919172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6683540359755919172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/05/jukebox-juicebox-29-you-can-go-home.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #29 - You Can Go Home Again'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RkbBi2R2NKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gHvYqndxxOI/s72-c/ghp_sixpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-5687183892720351031</id><published>2007-05-20T06:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:00:13.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlEz91r-j0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/93z9kqxGPn4/s640-h/sd-w%26d137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlEz91r-j0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/93z9kqxGPn4/s160/sd-w%26d137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wolverine &amp; Deadpool #137 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Enemy Of The State” by Mark Millar, John Romita Jr. &amp; Klaus Janson (Wolverine (v2) #25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Gehenna Stone Affair” by Peter David, John Buscema &amp; Bill Sienkiewicz&lt;br /&gt;(Wolverine (v1) #14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Great Men” by Joe Kelly, Anthony Williams &amp; Andy Lanning (Deadpool #22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enemy Of The State&lt;/span&gt; concludes as S.H.I.E.L.D. race to foil Hydra’s plot to assassinate the US president and Wolverine faces off against his own team-mates…with fatal consequences for one. Actually, the death of an X-Man – Northstar – isn’t quite the shocking event that it probably was in the States. For UK readers, this is pretty much the former Alpha Flight stalwart’s first and last appearance as an X-Man, given that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essential X-Men&lt;/span&gt; have skipped the run of stories that Northstar has appeared in. As such, there’s been little chance to develop empathy for the character or understand his relationship, or contribution to, the X-Men. That said, there’s no denying that it’s a well written sequence within a wholly enjoyable series and proof (if any be needed) that writer Mark Millar is firing on all cylinders here. John Romita Jr’s art is similarly impressive, though it’s interesting to note his depiction of George Dubya as a lithe, canny, even 1970s period Charlton Heston-esque figure. Without having a clue as to Romita Jr’s political leanings, it’s difficult to know if this ‘heroic’ rendition of the US president is the result of patriotism, rose-tinted artistic licence or editorial pressure… Speaking of creative teams, the trio responsible for archive strip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gehenna Stone Affair&lt;/span&gt; seem to be having fun. Writer Peter David is clearly poking at some of predecessor Chris Claremont’s more bloated narrative conceits, not least Wolverine’s questionable ‘Patch’ alias, which is wisely ditched this issue. Bill Sienkiewicz’s inking adds an abrasiveness to John Buscema’s otherwise smooth flowing visuals, to great effect. In the Deadpool strip, British artists Anthony Williams and Andy Lanning provide an excellent fill-in, as The Merc With A Mouth encounters Cable. Joe Kelly pulls together a number of plot threads in preparation for next issue’s much anticipated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Reckoning&lt;/span&gt;. Whilst frequently derided on the letters page as overly quirky or comical, Deadpool is in fact a real asset, delivering a surprising amount of light and shade, both in the stories themselves and Wolverine And Deadpool as a whole.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlEz-Fr-j1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/QnqHx4sXHfM/s640-h/sd-wd138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlEz-Fr-j1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/QnqHx4sXHfM/s160/sd-wd138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wolverine &amp; Deadpool #138 (Panini UK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Agent Of S.H.I.E.L.D.” by Mark Millar, John Romita Jr. &amp; Klaus Janson. (Wolverine (v2) #26)&lt;br /&gt;“The Gehenna Stone Affair” by Peter David, John Buscema &amp;amp; Bill Sienkiewicz&lt;br /&gt;(Wolverine (v1) #15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dead Reckoning” by Joe Kelly, Walter McDaniel &amp; various(Deadpool #23)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s plenty to enjoy in the lead strip, a sequel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enemy Of The State&lt;/span&gt;. The story opens with a flashback to The Gorgon’s meteoric rise to power within first The Hand and then Hydra. The second half , set on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, is split between the agency’s efforts to recondition Wolverine and a climatic aerial assault by Hydra’s horde of resurrected superhumans, Elektra and Northstar included. Gripping stuff, to say the least. The penultimate episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gehenna Stone Affair&lt;/span&gt; is pretty much an issue long melee. Still, when it’s a John Buscema drawn melee, then the fun is in spotting how many different directions the hapless opponents will be punched or flung from each panel. Finally, Deadpool faces his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Reckoning&lt;/span&gt; though Tiamat, the mother of all alien adversaries, is still lurking in the shadows. As always, Joe Kelly’s script deftly balances exposition, humour and tension, making for a fast paced tale that doesn’t leave the reader behind. Equally importantly, the script gives all of the characters, especially Deadpool and cadaver-like precognitive Montgomery, room to breathe. Walter McDaniel delivers strong pencil art, though a trio of inkers don’t really get the best out of his work. Despite that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Reckoning &lt;/span&gt;promises to be the best of a the series so far and that’s saying something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-5687183892720351031?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/5687183892720351031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=5687183892720351031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5687183892720351031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5687183892720351031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/05/stripping-down-17_21.html' title='Stripping Down #17'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RlEz91r-j0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/93z9kqxGPn4/s72-c/sd-w%26d137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-5349196606619416117</id><published>2007-05-16T07:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:15:20.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rk1DDlr-jyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eFi39v_A7m4/s640-h/sd16-ffa24.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rk1DDlr-jyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eFi39v_A7m4/s160/sd16-ffa24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fantastic Four Adventures #24 (Panini UK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Dream Fever” by Karl Kesel, Tom Grummett, Larry Stucker &amp; Norm Rapmund&lt;br /&gt;(Fantastic Four (v1) #526)&lt;br /&gt;“Rock Bottom” by Geoff Johns, Scott Kolins &amp;amp; Andy Lanning (The Thing: Freakshow #1)&lt;br /&gt;“The Return Of The Mole Man!” by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby &amp; George Bell&lt;br /&gt;(Fantastic Four (v1) #22)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dream Fever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was always going to have a tough job, following as it does from Mark Waid and Mike Wieringo’s consistently inventive and enjoyable run. However, even compared to Karl Kesel’s previous fill-ins as scripter, this is a disappointment. Long-time adversary Diablo is again criminally underused and the story’s climatic sequence featuring Sue and Johnny fails to convince. In the archive strip featuring The Mole Man, even the usually reliable Lee and Kirby stumble somewhat, as the FF flee from complaining neighbours into the diminutive villain’s trap. The set up swallows nearly half of the story and the plot seems rather hastily wrapped up in the closing panels. The issue is rounded out with the debut of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freakshow&lt;/span&gt;, a solo adventure for The Thing. Geoff Johns’ script is… okay, albeit a little heavy handed with both dialogue and, on the strength of the opening instalment, premise.  The ubiquitous Scott Kolins (is there a Panini Collectors’ Edition that hasn’t featured his work?!) produces some good visuals here.  It’s interesting to compare Kolins’ relatively early style here, which avoids use of black fills and shading, with his work on last year’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond!&lt;/span&gt;, currently featuring in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mighty World of Marvel&lt;/span&gt;. I prefer the latter, particularly as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Freakshow&lt;/span&gt;’s older, cruder visuals are helped little by David Self’s rather insipid colours. Hopefully, the series will prove to be more than a simple ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover’ moral. I also hope it encourages Panini to reprint more stories featuring The Thing, particularly some key Marvel Two-In-One tales and the current written by Dan Slott. Fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rk1DEFr-jzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2uy-DHS2awY/s640-h/sd16-ffa25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rk1DEFr-jzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2uy-DHS2awY/s160/sd16-ffa25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fantastic Four Adventures #25 (Panini UK)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Distant Music” by J. Michael Straczynski, Mike McKone &amp; Andy Lanning&lt;br /&gt;(Fantastic Four (v1) #527)&lt;br /&gt;“Old Friends” by Geoff Johns, Scott Kolins &amp;amp; Andy Lanning (The Thing: Freakshow #2)&lt;br /&gt;“The Master Plan of Doctor Doom!” by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby &amp; George Bell&lt;br /&gt;(Fantastic Four (v1) #23)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The FF Reborn! &lt;/span&gt;proclaims this issue’s cover. Neither this nor the other strapline, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The World’s Greatest Comic Magazine!&lt;/span&gt;, are strictly true. However, as well as hitting the quarter century, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantastic Four Adventures&lt;/span&gt; also introduces the new creative team of J. Michael Straczynski, Mike McKone and Andy Lanning. I’ve mixed feelings about Straczynski’s comic writing: I loved&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Supreme Power&lt;/span&gt;, but consider his take on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt; to be inconsistent. Still, the run gets off to a promising start with a smart bit of narrative misdirection. There are a number of other nice touches, including The Thing’s realisation that, whilst the rest of the team are broke, he’s a multi-millionaire and Reed’s discovery that the US government have been trying to replicate the creation of the FF almost from Day 1. Mike McKone’s pencils are spot-on, amply coping with the epic and small scale demands of Straczynski’s script. Andy Lanning again proves that he’s one of the – if not the – best inkers currently working in mainstream comics, the detailed inking unmistakeably his own without subsuming McKone’s own style. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freakshow&lt;/span&gt;, whilst not straying too far from the previous issue’s premise, introduces an interesting twist with the appearance of shape-changing Krees and Skrulls towards the end. And, thankfully, Lee and Kirby are back on track in the issue’s closing classic strip. Dr. Doom’s up to no good again, this time recruiting a trio of souped up thugs who inevitably prove to be no match for the fab foursome. All in all, a good mix of stories that makes for an enjoyable read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-5349196606619416117?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/5349196606619416117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=5349196606619416117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5349196606619416117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5349196606619416117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/05/strippin-down-16.html' title='Stripping Down #16'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rk1DDlr-jyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eFi39v_A7m4/s72-c/sd16-ffa24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-6354411001074267480</id><published>2007-04-07T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:07:03.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #28 - Oh iPod I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally got around to upgrading from my much loved Panasonic portable cassette player to an iPod Nano last month. Even though I'm making very slow progress with uploading stuff from my record collection (about 500 songs so far, barely half the 4GB space), I've been giving my iPod a good run for it's money. It's been great to hear songs that I haven't listened to in a while, as well as discovering a whole load of stuff on the internet. The shuffle option has proved to be highly addictive when it comes to unusual playlists. I quit smoking (again) on Tuesday and (honest, guv) the moment I lit up my last fag, Chumbawamba's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give The Anarchist A Cigarette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; kicked into my headphones. Thankfully, so far my iPod's skipped John Lennon's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cold Turkey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, which is also lurking in there somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, here's my Top 20 Most Played so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU6RycetI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6NJeV6AXIvQ/s800-h/jj-idha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: right; width: 201px; height: 226px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU6RycetI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6NJeV6AXIvQ/s400/jj-idha2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Turin Brakes "Pain Killer" (2003) &lt;/span&gt;- My favourite track from the exceptional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ether Song&lt;/span&gt; album. &lt;a href="http://www.turinbrakes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Official website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Lou Reed "Satellite Of Love"  (1972) &lt;/span&gt;- Lou + Bowie = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformer&lt;/span&gt;, arguably Reed's best album. &lt;a href="http://www.loureed.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Official website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) The Fall "Lost In Music" (1993) &lt;/span&gt;- An incredible cover of the Sister Sledge disco classic (!) from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Infotainment Scan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.thefall.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Offical website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Idha Ovelius "I’m Losing More Than I’ll Ever Have"(1994) &lt;/span&gt;- The wife of Andy Bell (Oasis, ex-Ride) covers Primal Scream. Only available on a promo cassette with the now defunct &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Select&lt;/span&gt; UK music magazine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Download track from &lt;a href="http://www.popboy.net-angels.co.uk/angels/artists/idhaovelius.htm"&gt;Popboy's fan site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Stevie Wonder vs. Rod Stewart "Uptight Maggie (Mash-Up By Go Home Productions)" (2005)&lt;/span&gt; - So wrong, yet so right...! One of Mark Vidler's finest moments. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Join the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.gohomeproductions.co.uk/index.html"&gt;GHP mailing list&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to get lots of lovely free stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Darren Hayes vs. Marilyn Manson "Insatiable Love (Mash-Up By McSleazy)" (2002) &lt;/span&gt;- I wasn't a particular fan of either song originally, but these work really well together. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Download track from &lt;a href="http://www.mcsleazy.net/"&gt;McSleazy's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Jay-Z vs. The White Stripes "The Doorbell Encore (Mash-Up By Team 9)" (2005) &lt;/span&gt;- It seems my route into rap and hip hop is via the mash-up...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All this and Queen's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another One Bites The Dust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thrown in for good measure...! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Download track from the &lt;a href="http://www.team9.net/"&gt;Team 9 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.team9.net/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) Kelly Clarkson vs. David Guetta vs. The Egg "Since You Love Me (Mash-Up By Loo &amp; Placido)" (2006)&lt;/span&gt; - Would have been even better if the mash-up had ditched the vocals from the Guetta track, but Ms. Clarkson will never again sound as good as she does here. &lt;a href="http://www.looandplacido.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loo &amp; Placido's website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Chumbawamba "Give The Anarchist A Cigarette"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1994) &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;...I hate every pop star that I ever met'&lt;/span&gt;. Song title from the book by &lt;a href="http://www.thanatosoft.freeserve.co.uk/"&gt;Mick Farren&lt;/a&gt;, track from 1994's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anarchy&lt;/span&gt; album. &lt;a href="http://www.chumba.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Official website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU5xycerI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mBSF6fpHHuc/s1600-h/AztecCamera_Oblivious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: right; width: 203px; height: 178px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU5xycerI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mBSF6fpHHuc/s400/AztecCamera_Oblivious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Mirwais vs. Simian Mobile Disco "Naïve Hustler (Mash-Up By IDC)" (2006)&lt;/span&gt; - I love Mirwais' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naive Song&lt;/span&gt; and this pairing with the Simian boys is a natural. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Download track from the &lt;a href="http://www.idcmusic.com/"&gt;IDC &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idcmusic.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Aztec Camera "Oblivious" (1983) &lt;/span&gt;- Roddy Frame is a criminally underrated songwriter. I think he wrote this song when he was about 16 and it's remained one of my favourites from the 1980s. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For more info., this is a great &lt;a href="http://www.killermontstreet.com/"&gt;fan site&lt;/a&gt; or you can visit Roddy Frame's &lt;a href="http://www.roddyframe.com/"&gt;official website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) The Coral "In The Morning" (2005) &lt;/span&gt;- I picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Invisible Invasion&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of quid in a Virgin Megastore sale and really enjoyed the album as a whole.  This is a perfect pop combination of uplifting melody and dark lyrics. &lt;a href="http://www.thecoral.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Official website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) Tweet vs. Primal Scream "Oops I’m Loaded (Mash-Up By Team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (2006)&lt;/span&gt; - Tweet's saucy ode to onanism laid over the Weatherall seminal remix of the Scream's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Losing More Than I'll Ever Have.&lt;/span&gt; Wow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Download track from the &lt;a href="http://www.team9.net/"&gt;Team 9 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.team9.net/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) The Jesus &amp; Mary Chain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;featuring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope Sandoval "Sometimes Always" (1994) &lt;/span&gt;- The voice of Mazzy Star perfectly complements the Chain's stab at alt. country from 1995's underrated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stoned &amp; Dethroned&lt;/span&gt;. I never get bored of listening to this. Can't wait to hear Ms. Sandoval's appearance on the new Massive Attack album. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen to the J&amp;MC on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jesusandmarychainband"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; or visit Hope Sandoval's &lt;a href="http://www.hopesandoval.com/"&gt;official website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) Madonna vs. Cassius "Toop Toop Groove (Mash-Up By Loo &amp; Placido)" (2006) &lt;/span&gt;- This shouldn't work, but does. I defy you not to get into the groove! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rack currently available for download from the &lt;a href="http://www.looandplacido.com/"&gt;Loo &amp; Placido &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.looandplacido.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU6BycesI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eTZkJ0mD70k/s1600-h/JJ28-tooptoopgroove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU6BycesI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eTZkJ0mD70k/s400/JJ28-tooptoopgroove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) The White Stripes vs. Alter Ego "7 Nation Rocker (Mash-Up By IDC)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (2004) &lt;/span&gt;- The former's bassline and squalling guitar mashed with the latter's screeching synths. A killer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Download track from the &lt;a href="http://www.idcmusic.com/"&gt;IDC &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idcmusic.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17) Madison Avenue vs. Blur "Don’t Call Me Song 2 (Mash-Up By McSleazy)" (2000)&lt;/span&gt; - The overpolished pop original gets roughed up by Blur's dirty guitar to great effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Download track from &lt;a href="http://www.mcsleazy.net/"&gt;McSleazy's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) Kelis vs. Kasabian "Get I.D. (Mash-Up By McSleazy)" (2004) &lt;/span&gt;- On the strength of this, Kelis really should do more rock tracks.  An epic, melancholic tune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Download track from &lt;a href="http://www.mcsleazy.net/"&gt;McSleazy's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19) Erlend Oye "Sheltered Life (Radio Edit)" (2003)&lt;/span&gt; - I love Oye's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unrest&lt;/span&gt; album. The single version is markedly different from the original, sounding like a maudlin electropop single from 1981. Which is no bad thing. &lt;a href="http://www.erlendoye.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Official website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) Calexico "Tulsa Telephone Book (Live At The Roskilde Festival, Denmark)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (2000)&lt;/span&gt; - I'm a fairly recent convert to Calexico and there's a bunch of stunning concert performances (including this track) available at &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/Calexico"&gt;www.archive.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Calexico's &lt;a href="http://www.casadecalexico.com/"&gt;official website&lt;/a&gt; is also worth checking out for downloadable goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU5hyceqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PABi3JSzeuA/s1600-h/ErlendOye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: right; width: 424px; height: 209px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU5hyceqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PABi3JSzeuA/s400/ErlendOye2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU6RycetI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6NJeV6AXIvQ/s1600-h/jj-idha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-6354411001074267480?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/6354411001074267480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=6354411001074267480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6354411001074267480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6354411001074267480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/04/jukebox-juicebox-28-oh-ipod-i-love-you.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #28 - Oh iPod I Love You'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhdU6RycetI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6NJeV6AXIvQ/s72-c/jj-idha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-1407383448583845255</id><published>2007-04-06T09:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T09:32:22.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhYAbRycemI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zyYfWE9Sygs/s1600-h/jj-gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhYAbRycemI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zyYfWE9Sygs/s160/jj-gossip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Gossip “Standing In The Way Of Control” (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A three-piece punk band from the US, the lead track comes across more pub than punk. Actually, it seems more inspired by 1980s (are we forever doomed to relive this decade?) post-punk and new wave. &lt;a href="http://www.soulwax.com/"&gt;Soulwax&lt;/a&gt; hit the nail even more squarely on the head with their Nite Version, named after Duran Duran 12” mixes, including a stuttering synth line that immediately recalls said band’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Own Way&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://www.playgroup.mu/"&gt;Trevor Jackson&lt;/a&gt; goes for a much more minimal approach with an atypical Playgroup Remix.  It’s an interesting approach, but Beth Ditto’s aren’t quite up to the task so, given the option, I’d have gone for a dub of this track.  This song seems to have released multiple times since October 2006 (both as promos and official singles) and has been troubling the Top 40 recently, so should still be pretty easy to get hold of.  Get any format that includes the Soulwax mix and you can’t go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting [promo]: 1. Standing In The Way Of Control (radio edit) / 2. (soulwax nite version) / 3. (playgroup remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhYAbhycenI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HTt-QLvefoY/s1600-h/jj-tracey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhYAbhycenI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HTt-QLvefoY/s160/jj-tracey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tracey Thorn “It’s All True” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first solo record from Tracey Thorn in quite a while, but it pretty much follows the Everything But The Girl template of the last few years, mixing Thorn’s trademark mournful lyrics and vocals with dance inflected beats. Interestingly, all of the mixes here look to the past for their inspiration. Producer Ewan Pearson oddly goes for early 1980s electro on the album version, the song coming across like an ironic cover of a &lt;a href="http://www.discogs.com/artist/Shannon"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; song.  It sounds great with the video clip, but doesn’t work quite so well as a song in isolation. The DSE dub, by Pearson and fellow producers Darshan Jesrani and Sasse Lindblad, takes the track to it’s logical conclusion, though Stuart Price (aka Jacques Lu Cont aka Les Rythmes Digitales) was doing this kind of thing much better nearly a decade ago. Martin Buttrich harder mix which comes across like a distant, downtempo cousin of Thorn’s collaboration with Deep Dish, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Future Of The Future&lt;/span&gt;, in the late 1990s. Best track is undoubtedly is the extended remix by &lt;a href="http://www.weareescort.com/"&gt;Escort&lt;/a&gt;. This also aims squarely for the 1980s, but is laden with a rolling bass, synth hooks and funky guitar that complement Thorn’s delivery and remains the most memorable version of this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. It’s All True (album version) / 2. (escort extended remix) / 3. (martin buttrich remix) / 4. (dse dub) / 5. It’s All True [video]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhYAbxyceoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/opcTKv0GSS4/s1600-h/jj-killers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhYAbxyceoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/opcTKv0GSS4/s160/jj-killers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Killers “Read My Mind” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven’t heard Sam’s Town in it’s entirety but this track seems to have been on constant rotation for months now.  It’s lacks the impact of, say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody Told Me&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Brightside&lt;/span&gt;, and seems undecided whether to be U2 or The Psychedelic Furs. That said, it’s a neat song with enough peaks, troughs and hooks to keep you interested.  The Pet Shop Boys are an unusual choice to remix the single, having only done a handful of reworks in their career. I’m still not convinced it was a great decision – the full length version included here dragging on a bit, despite some good ideas, including some additional backing vocals from the Boys themselves. My only gripe is that, considering there are further mixes from Steve Bays (Hot Hot Heat), Gabriel and Dresden and Linus Loves knocking about in various formats, a 2-track CD single seems incredibly stingy. Shame on you, Vertigo, for being such tightwads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting [promo]: 1. Read My Mind (album version) / 2. (pet shop boys stars are blazing mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhYAbxycepI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wfQqcJRKKls/s1600-h/jj-nypc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhYAbxycepI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wfQqcJRKKls/s160/jj-nypc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;New Young Pony Club “The Bomb” (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another new band (to me, at least) and not to be confused with Ireland’s &lt;a href="http://www.ponyclub.tv"&gt;Pony Club&lt;/a&gt; aka Mark Cullen.  NYPC most immediately sound like The B-52’s minus frontman Fred Schneider, that’s to say early period stuff like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance This Mess Around&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give Me Back My Man&lt;/span&gt; rather than&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love Shack &lt;/span&gt;or (gulp) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet The Flintstones&lt;/span&gt;.  In fact, there are times when vocalist Ty Bulmer sounds scarily like Kate Pierson and, although this is yet another band indebted to the decade that dare not speak it’s name, at least their influences seem somewhat broader.  Paul Epworth’s overhaul of the track as Phones is an oddity, less groovy than than the original, yet the introduction of squelchy beats and a downright spooky, cut-up monastic chorus somehow works. There’s also a chance to remix the track yourself using the u-myx software included on the CD.  Wrapping up this EP, and another nod to their inspirations, is a downtempo, whispered version of Squeeze’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Me I’m Yours&lt;/span&gt;, which adds a psychotic element to the song that I’d never picked up on before. Check out New Young Pony Club before they become old nags (sorry, couldn’t resist…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. The Bomb (original version) / 2. (phones collateral damage mix) / 3. Take Me I’m Yours / 4. The Bomb (u-myx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Related websites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gossipyouth.com/"&gt;Gossip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traceythorn.co.uk/"&gt;Tracey Thorn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thekillersmusic.com/"&gt;The Killers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/newyoungponyclub"&gt;New Young Pony Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(MySpace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-1407383448583845255?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/1407383448583845255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=1407383448583845255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/1407383448583845255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/1407383448583845255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/04/jukebox-juicebox-27_06.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #27'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RhYAbRycemI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zyYfWE9Sygs/s72-c/jj-gossip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-3255137904703007956</id><published>2007-03-22T08:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:40:28.167Z</updated><title type='text'>Six Months In A Leaky Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RgI8MY9i5aI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rimMgqpDBnc/s1600-h/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RgI8MY9i5aI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rimMgqpDBnc/s320/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, more like two hours on a recently refurbished boat.  Honestly, you wait for a good gig to come along and then you get two at once...! My beloved was overjoyed to find out that Crowded House, one of her favourite bands, was reforming.  Keeping a close eye on their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.frenz.com/crowdedhouse/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for tour news, it was Sod's Law that the announcement of a warm up gig at Bristol's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.myspace.com/thetheklasocial"&gt;Thekla Social&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (about 10 minutes from our home) was made whilst she was at work.  The limited number of tickets were gone in a flash and were seen fetching up to £200 apiece on eBay shortly afterwards. A workmate of hers managed to get into the venue by slipping the door staff £20 and, by all accounts, it was a cracking night. Feck. Still, at least the Bristol Evening Post (above) also managed to blag a ticket and review the gig the following day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, on the basis of Badly Drawn Boy and Crowded House's recent 'intimate' low-key gigs, I'm fully expecting to see Julian Cope performing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hey, High Class Butcher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at my local meat shop this weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-3255137904703007956?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/3255137904703007956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=3255137904703007956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/3255137904703007956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/3255137904703007956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/03/crowded-house.html' title='Six Months In A Leaky Boat'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RgI8MY9i5aI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rimMgqpDBnc/s72-c/house2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-423147170239084970</id><published>2007-02-27T06:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:40:38.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Have You Fed The Fish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RePP7elWfRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-s5P-DjMqMc/s1600-h/bdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RePP7elWfRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-s5P-DjMqMc/s400/bdb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spotted this in my local free paper this weekend. Badly Drawn Boy played live in a Bedminster chippy just down the road from my house last Saturday?  I wouldn't have believed it if you'd told me.  Damn, and I thought spotting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/06/casualty-tobacco-factory.html"&gt;Simon MacCorkindale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; in The Tobacco Factory couldn't be beat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badly Drawn Boy official &lt;a href="http://www.badlydrawnboy.co.uk/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-423147170239084970?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/423147170239084970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=423147170239084970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/423147170239084970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/423147170239084970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-fed-fish.html' title='Have You Fed The Fish?'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RePP7elWfRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-s5P-DjMqMc/s72-c/bdb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-5658529323871772718</id><published>2007-02-25T13:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:55:30.989Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;The Superhero Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Hulk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/hulk.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am "a wanderer with amazing strength".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As if that wasn't bad enough, according to &lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/"&gt;The Supervillian Quiz&lt;/a&gt;, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;b face="trebuchet ms"&gt;The Joker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a span="" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am "the Clown Prince of Crime... a brilliant mastermind but criminally insane. I love to joke around while accomplishing the task at hand".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/joker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have had green hair? Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Owned purple jeans? Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have destroyed property whilst on a mindless rampage? Well...&lt;br /&gt;Kill people on a whim? Er... okay, so maybe this isn't an exact science...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;The Superhero Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;The Supervillain Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-5658529323871772718?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/5658529323871772718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=5658529323871772718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5658529323871772718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5658529323871772718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/unexpected-anger-management-issues.html' title='Don&apos;t make me angry, you wouldn&apos;t like me when I&apos;m angry...'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-2726660272511479198</id><published>2007-02-25T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:21:52.059Z</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #15 - The 'Lost' CI Reviews Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why 'lost' reviews? See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/stripping-down-13_14.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReF8YelWfMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uQZpZy3Tivg/s640-h/sd15-ml1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReF8YelWfMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uQZpZy3Tivg/s160/sd15-ml1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Marvel Legends #1 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Out Of Time” by Ed Brubaker &amp; Steve Epting (Captain America (v5) #1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The Mask In The Iron Man” by Joe Quesada &amp; Alitha Martinez (Iron Man (v3) #1/2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Blood Oath” by Michael Avon Oeming &amp; Scott Kolins (Thor: Blood Oath #1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Filling the vacuum left by Titan’s acquisition of &lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/stripping-down-13_14.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Legends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, this new anthology spotlights Avengers mainstays Captain America, Iron Man and Thor. Surprisingly, it is the lead strip that proves to be the highlight, with Ed Brubaker and Steve Epting’s atmospheric story kicking off with the apparent murder of The Red Skull. Equally surprisingly, the Iron Man story more or less picks up from it’s previous run in Panini’s long-defunct &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marvel Heroes Reborn&lt;/span&gt;, with the rare Wizard ½ issue prelude to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mask In The Iron Man&lt;/span&gt;.  Neither Joe Quesada’s writing nor Alitha Martinez’ art are anything special, but it’s a satisfying enough read.  The mighty Thor, like Iron Man, is currently without an ongoing series in the US, so we’re treated to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood Oath&lt;/span&gt; mini series, which came out at the tail end of 2005.  However, the story itself focuses on the Lee/Kirby era, as the God of Thunder joins The Warriors Three on a quest for five items that will avert their execution.  Michael Avon Oeming delivers an enjoyable script, complemented by the seemingly ubiquitous Scott Kolins. A promising start for this title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReF8YulWfNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8TUPEmmurbo/s640-h/sd15-ml2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReF8YulWfNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8TUPEmmurbo/s160/sd15-ml2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvel Legends #2 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Out Of Time” by Ed Brubaker &amp; Steve Epting (Captain America (v5) #2)&lt;br /&gt;“The Mask In The Iron Man” by Joe Quesada &amp;amp; Sean Chen (Iron Man (v3) #26)&lt;br /&gt;“Blood Oath” by Michael Avon Oeming &amp; Scott Kolins (Thor: Blood Oath #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Captain America and S.H.I.E.L.D. discover a terrorist plot beneath the streets of Manhattan and try to determine it’s link to the Red Skull’s recent assassination. Being mainly familiar with Mark Gruenwald and Paul Neary’s 1980s run on the Star Spangled Avenger, this downbeat, gritty Captain America is a welcome change. Ed Brubaker’s narrative is reliably tense and Steve Epting’s visuals are a quantum leap from his early work on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Avengers&lt;/span&gt;, having improved beyond all recognition. The Iron Man strip benefits from regular artist Sean Chen’s contribution, as fetishistic foe Whiplash defeats Shellhead, seemingly exposing the latter’s identity as Tony Stark in the process. Thor and The Warriors Three climb Yggdrasil, the World Tree, and encounter Lerad the giant eagle in the second part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood Oath&lt;/span&gt;. It’s a fun tale, with strong art, though the jump to the climatic double splash page left me with the feeling that a couple of story pages went AWOL at the printers…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReF8Y-lWfOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/deJWOTiyAVY/s640-h/sd15-ml3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReF8Y-lWfOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/deJWOTiyAVY/s160/sd15-ml3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvel Legends #3 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Out Of Time” by Ed Brubaker &amp; Steve Epting (Captain America (v5) #3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he Mask In The Iron Man” by Joe Quesada &amp; Sean Chen (Iron Man (v3) #27) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Blood Oath” by Michael Avon Oeming &amp; Scott Kolins (Thor: Blood Oath #3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ed Brubaker’s Captain America reads more like an episode of TV series &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/24/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with taut pacing, multiple plot threads and the sense that the titular hero is constantly one step behind the villains of the piece. In fact, three chapters in and I’m still not sure who’s behind all this, or indeed if the Red Skull’s death should be taken at face value. Probably not, given that Brubaker’s narrative suggests that nothing is what it seems. Following his recent appearance in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Avengers United &lt;/span&gt;as part of The Invaders, Union Jack makes a welcome reappearance here.  Even more intriguingly, we are reacquainted with Cap’s former sidekick Jack Monroe, aka Nomad, who appears to have become a drifting drunk.  In a gripping cliffhanger, Monroe is shot and thrown into the boot of a car.  I only read a few issues of Mark Waid and Ron Garney’s 1998 reinvention of Captain America, but I’m really impressed by how much the character’s developed in the past decade. I never thought I’d ever say this, but Captain America is a ‘must read’. By comparison, Iron Man promised much last issue but is let down by a “it was only a dream” cop out midway through this issue’s instalment.  I like the concept of Tony Stark’s armour gaining sentience, but Joe Quesada’s writing lacks the sophistication and polish of his series predecessors Kurt Busiek and Roger Stern.  In the final strip, Thor slugs it out with Hercules, whilst the Gods of Olympus wager on the outcome. Although slightly less enjoyable than the previous two episodes, this is still an entertaining story that provides this anthology with a sense of balance. Whilst it would be good if Captain America didn’t hog the cover every month, it’s difficult to find fault with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marvel Legends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-2726660272511479198?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/2726660272511479198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=2726660272511479198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/2726660272511479198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/2726660272511479198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/stripping-down-15-lost-ci-reviews-part.html' title='Stripping Down #15 - The &apos;Lost&apos; CI Reviews Part 3'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReF8YelWfMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uQZpZy3Tivg/s72-c/sd15-ml1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-435833800825269855</id><published>2007-02-25T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:55:59.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Who Farted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A combination of light sleep and hangovers means that I often wake up at the crack of dawn on the weekend, whilst my beloved has a lie in. This leads to the time honoured tradition of a pot of tea - or, in the case of a severe hangover, a mug of Bovril with Tabasco sauce, a failsafe cure - a barrel of biscuits and a Doctor Who video or DVD. So as not to wake my loved one, I watch the latter whilst wearing headphones. This occasionally leads to some unexpected 'extras' on the soundtrack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReGDAulWfQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/srzUaDYOFTM/s1600-h/Rani3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReGDAulWfQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/srzUaDYOFTM/s160/Rani3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week: "The Mark Of The Rani", hardly one of the Sixth Doctor's - or indeed the series' - finest moments. Episode two, thirty seven minutes and forty five seconds in, the Doctor awakens an unconscious Peri in a mine shaft. Is the Doctor's unexpectedly loud (and possibly unscripted) "Shhh!" a thinly veiled attempt to disguise an equally insistent botty burp? Or maybe the Doctor is sending a warning to The Master in Tersuran, something he was to repeat in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Who_and_the_Curse_of_Fatal_Death"&gt;The Curse Of Fatal Death&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReGDAulWfPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0WaXprPhTVc/s1600-h/Rani1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReGDAulWfPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0WaXprPhTVc/s160/Rani1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's long been accepted that 'whoever smelt it dealt it' and 'whoever denied it supplied it'. Is it also reasonable to assume that 'whoever created the distraction caused the infraction'? Maybe I just need to drink less and sleep more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-435833800825269855?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/435833800825269855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=435833800825269855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/435833800825269855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/435833800825269855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-farted.html' title='Who Farted'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReGDAulWfQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/srzUaDYOFTM/s72-c/Rani3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-4897536158377332907</id><published>2007-02-18T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T12:15:09.238Z</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #14 - The 'Lost' CI Reviews Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why 'lost' reviews?  See &lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/stripping-down-13_14.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Avengers United #73-74 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Earth’s Mightiest Heroes” by Joe Casey &amp; Scott Kolins&lt;br /&gt;(Earth’s Mightiest Heroes #5-8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The End…And The Beginning!” by Jim Shooter + David Michelinie &amp; Dave Wenzel (The Avengers (vol 1) #175)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The Destiny Hunt!” by Jim Shooter + David Michelinie &amp; Dave Wenzel (The Avengers (vol 1) #176)&lt;br /&gt;“A Viper In Our Midst!” by Stan Lee &amp;amp; Jack Kirby&lt;br /&gt;(Journey Into Mystery #115)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The Challenge!” by Stan Lee &amp; Jack Kirby&lt;br /&gt;(Journey Into Mystery #116)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joe Casey’s exploration of The Avengers’ early years continues to impress. Back stories explaining Jarvis’ involvement in Hawkeye’s imminent induction and Captain America’s crippling obsession with seeking vengeance for Bucky’s death lend the narrative – and characters – more credibility. In the concluding chapters, Hawkeye, Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch replace Iron Man, Thor, Giant Man and the Wasp in the team’s first major line-up change. Whilst I’ve had mixed feelings about Scott Kolins’ art in the past, he’s pulled out all the stops here and produced some of his best work.  Wil Quintana’s colour art (and the paper quality) has resulted in some overly muddy pages at times, but this is a small gripe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth’s Mightiest Heroes&lt;/span&gt; has been a welcome diversion from the current series, helping the memory of Chuck Austen’s largely execrable run to fade before Brian Michael Bendis mixes things up next issue.  In the main archive strip, the origin of Michael/Korvac is revealed before an assemblage of Avengers finally discover their foe, promising one heck of a climatic conflict.  Dave Wenzel is not in earlier artist George Perez’ league but he does a good job particularly in the closing pages and despite Pablo Marcos’ occasionally heavy handed inking.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales Of Asgard &lt;/span&gt;wraps up each issue with, predictably, Loki up to his old tricks yet again.  These stories were never a must read for me as a kid and the passage of time hasn’t done much to change that opinion.  Given their prodigious output at the time, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby are below par on this series, though at least inker Vince Colletta is consistent. Consistently crap, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReFnoelWfLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JA-bLQD4Csg/s640-h/sd14-au75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReFnoelWfLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JA-bLQD4Csg/s160/sd14-au75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReFnoOlWfKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jo2wcedaN0M/s640-h/sd14-au76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReFnoOlWfKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jo2wcedaN0M/s160/sd14-au76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Avengers United #75 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Disassembled” by Brian Michael Bendis &amp; David Finch&lt;br /&gt;(The Avengers (vol 1) #500-501)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The Hope…And The Slaughter!” by Jim Shooter &amp; Dave Wenzel&lt;br /&gt;(The Avengers (vol 1) #177)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Hulk Remembers…” by Fred Hembeck (The Avengers (vol 1) #500 (Director’s Cut))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The Man In The Ant Hill!” by Stan Lee &amp; Jack Kirby&lt;br /&gt;(Tales To Astonish (vol 1) #27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 100-page anniversary issue and the debut of the much aniticpated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disassembled&lt;/span&gt;, as a series of crises tear The Avengers apart. So, was it worth the wait? Well… not really. I have to put my cards on the table and say that I think both Brian Michael Bendis and David Finch are overrated. Regardless, it’s fair to say that neither deliver their best work here, with even the ‘shock’ deaths of Jack Of Hearts, Ant Man (Scott Lang, not Hank Pym) and The Vision lacking in impact. It’s easy to compare this to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avengers_%28comics%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under Siege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; storyline that ran through #271-280 of the original US series which, in my opinion, has so far proved superior to the opening instalments of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disassembled&lt;/span&gt;.  Still, I was reassured that the climax of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Korvac_Saga"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Michael/Korvac Saga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favourite Avengers sagas as a teen, wouldn’t disappoint. And, sure enough, as I read the 18 pages that comprised the original #177, it didn’t. However, as the source of this reprint has been the 1991 trade paperback collection, this has not only resulted in poor quality reproduction of each chapter’s splash page, but also in a ‘new’ 4-page epilogue written by Mark Gruenwald and drawn by Sal Buscema. As might be expected, it does nothing to enhance the original storyline and in fact needlessly undermines the ambiguous ending of Jim Shooter’s original script with heavy handed exposition. This epilogue was quite rightly dropped from the subsequent 2003 collection and, to be honest, I could have happily done without it here. Fred Hembeck makes a welcome reappearance with an amusing two page ‘talking heads’ narrative as Hulk recalls his contribution to the team’s formation and subsequent ousting, with not a little bitterness. As might be expected, it’s a hoot and a nice diversion from otherwise downbeat material. Wrapping up the issue is a reprint of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales To Astonish&lt;/span&gt; #27, featuring the first appearance of Ant Man (Hank Pym, not Scott Lang). Well, to be strictly accurate, the story introduces Pym, his discovery of the size-changing formula and subsequently terrifying adventure as he tests the formula on himself. It’s the kind of sci-fi fantasy short that Stan Lee and Jack Kirby excelled at in the 1960s and, obviously realising they were onto a good thing, it was a mere eight months before Ant Man’s regular series debuted in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales To Astonish&lt;/span&gt; #35. In summary, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Avengers United&lt;/span&gt; #75 delivers an overhyped and underwhelming first half, but compensates for this with the (predominately archive) second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Avengers United #76 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Disassembled” by Brian Michael Bendis &amp; David Finch&lt;br /&gt;(The Avengers (vol 1) #502-503)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The Roots Of All Evil” by Bill Morrison (Marvel Double Shot #2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the cover promises, the conclusion of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disassembled &lt;/span&gt;promises yet more mayhem and death. Those who haven’t been in living in a bubble in the two years since this storyline was originally published in the US will be aware that Hawkeye meets a controversial end this issue. During an unexpected Kree invasion, Hawkeye is struck in the back by a stray blast, igniting his quiver full of explosive arrows. Comandeering a Kree jet pack and flying into the ship itself, his last act is one of self-sacrifice, though a rather pointless one. Doctor Strange turns up at the end of the issue’s first instalment, which rarely bodes well during a crisis. Lo and behold, a flip of the page reveals that The Scarlet Witch, driven insane by the loss of her imaginary children yonks ago and by her perceived betrayal by her friends and teammates, has been subconsciously causing the string of disasters that have decimated The Avengers. I’m not going to spend time here arguing the toss about the implausibility of this narrative and the explicit cock-ups that Bendis makes in this story – heck, there’s an entire section of Wikipedia dedicated to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avengers_Disassembled"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt;. However, it’s sad that Bendis seems to have used Chuck Austen’s misjudged interpretation of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes as the basis for this schlock horror, largely ignoring their predecessors Kurt Busiek’s and Geoff Johns’ sterling storylines and characterisation. Artist David Finch’s contribution relies overly much on large panels and single or double splash pages, with the best part of four pages in the final chapter comprising cut and paste panels of The Scarlet Witch from past issues. In fairness, Finch has a good eye for layouts and copes well with detailed crowd scenes. However, I find his Jim Lee-esque facial art a bit monotonous, with characters frequently looking constipated. Maybe it’s the pain of having to deliver such bad dialogue… Frank D’Armata’s colour art is more of a hindrance than a help, the blood red wash over Hawkeye’s death scene creating ‘atmosphere’ at the expense of clarity. So, after much hype, and the best part of six years in The Avengers United, Disassembled ends this series of The Avengers on a bum note. Thankfully, a reliably well-written and informative &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avengers Spotlight&lt;/span&gt; feature helps make sense of The Scarlet Witch’s convulted history. Following next issue’s Finale we can look forward to the debut of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Avengers &lt;/span&gt;in #78, albeit with the same creative team of Bendis and Finch. In place of the regular classic strip, there’s some light relief to be had with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he Roots Of All Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, written and drawn by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bongo_Comics"&gt;Bongo Comics&lt;/a&gt; supremo Bill Morrison, and containing some much needed belly laughs. At the suggestion of The Enchantress, Loki decides to revert from ‘God Of Evil’ to ‘God Of Mischief’, causing all manner of problems for the erstwhile Avengers. The line-up is a rather unusual one, including The Black Knight and The Falcon, but rendering The Avengers in the style of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Futurama &lt;/span&gt;is an inpsired move. The sight of a bald Thor (victim of a helmet lined with hair removal cream) was enough to make me chuckle out loud, but it’s just one of several admittedly juvenile but extremely funny moments. More please…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-4897536158377332907?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/4897536158377332907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=4897536158377332907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/4897536158377332907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/4897536158377332907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/stripping-down-14-lost-ci-reviews-part.html' title='Stripping Down #14 - The &apos;Lost&apos; CI Reviews Part 2'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/ReFnoelWfLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JA-bLQD4Csg/s72-c/sd14-au75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-752335798487869551</id><published>2007-02-11T10:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-11T10:44:51.031Z</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rc7xHghYUMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cYo41k3xK_4/s320-h/JJ-2CultureClash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rc7xHghYUMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cYo41k3xK_4/s160/JJ-2CultureClash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Two Culture Clash “Two Culture Clash” (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Wall Of Sound release purports to be an innovative creative pairing of electronic music producers with (predominantly Jamaican) reggae/dancehall greats. The sleeve notes even go so far as to sniffily dismiss other efforts as “half-baked, ham-fisted assemblage of dancehall vocals grafted onto electronic beats in a studio on the other side of the Atlantic”. So, has bringing the producers to Jamaica and locking them in a studio with the island’s “lyrical wordsmiths” produced the “unprecedented” success that writer David Katz clearly believes it is? Well, of course not. There are some undeniably great moments on this album, but be under no illusion that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Cultures Clash&lt;/span&gt; has resulted in something completely new. Instead, the producers seems to have moulded their sound to complement the performers, most of whom dish out the lyrical clichés that both characterise and damn the musical genre. If you can accept that this won’t be the earth-shattering, life-changing album that the hype suggests, then you can settle back and enjoy nearly an hour’s worth of good music. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Do You Love?&lt;/span&gt; is a deliberate shot at the charts, with Jon Carter bringing out the best in vocalists Patra (who guested on his Monkey Mafia single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work Mi Body&lt;/span&gt;) and Danny English. The two Jacques Lu Cont tracks - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;…And Dance &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na Na Na Na&lt;/span&gt; – are perhaps the album’s dancefloor highlights, with a minimal, pulsing beats that prove impossible to resist. General Degree provides vocals on both, but the addition of Ce’Cile on the latter is like a pumped up version of Ciara’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cookies&lt;/span&gt;. It should be no suprise that Roni Size doesn’t disappoint on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knock Knock&lt;/span&gt;, a muscular rhythm suiting Spragga Benz’s rough monotone delivery, whilst West London Deep’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rudie No! &lt;/span&gt;featuring Big Youth comes on like The Specials in space. There are inevitably a couple of disappointments. Kid606 seems uncharacteristically restrained on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Anuh Rampin’&lt;/span&gt; and it’s left to Switch on the subsequent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Guide&lt;/span&gt; (featuring Ms. Thing) to take the sound in an abstract direction that the Kid is usually more than capable of. Phillipe Zdar (Cassius/Motorbass) injects &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Crazy&lt;/span&gt; with an infectious, pulsating rhythm, let down only by Innocent Kru’s tired (and tiresome) lyrics. But these are small gripes. Elsewhere, Howie B. and Horace Andy team up for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly High&lt;/span&gt;, a dub extravaganza that is arguably the best song that Massive Attack never recorded, whilst Justin Robertson’s retro dancehall ballad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save Me&lt;/span&gt; closes the album. Showcasing a vocal from Nadine Sutherland, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is guaranteed to send a shiver down your spine… and get you skanking uncontrollably.  As long as you skip the sleeve notes' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hyperbole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, then Two Culture Clash is a great album. It's not as ground breaking as it's instigators think it is, but it is worth more than a casual listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. How Do You Love? / 2. ... And Dance / 3. This Anuh Rampin' / 4. Love Guide / 5. Get Crazy / 6. Olé / 7. Enuff 4 You / 8. T Fly High / 9. Backstabbin' / 10. Knock Knock / 11. Na Na Na Na / 12. Nuff Marijuana / 13. Rudie No! / 14. Save Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rc7xHwhYUNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-CaSoI4evfI/s320-h/jj-sherwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rc7xHwhYUNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-CaSoI4evfI/s160/jj-sherwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Adrian Sherwood “Becoming A Cliché / Dub Cliché” (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve been a fan of Adrian Sherwood since his maulings of Depeche Mode’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People Are People&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Master &amp; Servant&lt;/span&gt; turned me onto his prolific On-Usound productions in the 1980s.  That said, I somehow managed to miss his debut solo album, 2003’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Trust A Hippy&lt;/span&gt;, altogether.  In fact, even this album seems have slipped out quietly at the end of last year and caught my eye as I was browsing the reggae/dub section in my local Fopp store.  The album sleeve depicts Sherwood’s head atop an anatomical diagram, surrounded by the names of the artists guesting on this album.  As you might expect, it’s a formidable line-up: Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry, Little Roy, Dennis Bovell, LSK (aka Lee Kenny), Samia Farah, Raiz, Jazzwad, Mark Stewart and the late, much-lamented Bim Sherman.  The album’s title could refer to Sherwood’s perceived status as the heart and soul of the contemporary dub sound, that there is a typical Adrian Sherwood/On-Usound blueprint.  Whilst recalling the glories of his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pay It All Back&lt;/span&gt; collections, there’s plenty of evidence across the two albums that Sherwood is an innovator as much as an institution. Opening track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Magic&lt;/span&gt; is in some respects an update of 1988’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Train To Doomsville&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pay It All Back Vol. 2&lt;/span&gt; featuring as it does Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry and infant back-up vocals, in this case from Sherwood’s daughters Denise and Emily. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monastery Of Sound&lt;/span&gt; - as the title suggests - throws Gregorian chants into the mix, the song really coming into it’s own on track 11, with long-time collaborator Mark Stewart adding an unmistakable vocal edge. Another track available in two versions on the original disc is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Wonder Why&lt;/span&gt;, the LSK version preceded by a French version by Samia Farah (a third dub take appears on CD2). There’s a difference in the versions that makes their inclusion essential, rather than self-indulgent. A special mention for Bim Sherman, whose sampled vocals enliven &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu Rizla&lt;/span&gt; and hammer home just how much his presence is missed.  The main album closes with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloodshed &lt;/span&gt;featuring Raiz from Italian act Almamegretta. My sole experience of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Almamegretta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was hearing their incredible version of Massive Attack’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karmacoma &lt;/span&gt;over ten years ago; suffice to say Raiz is still in good form and provides an edgy variation to the On-Usound blueprint.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dub Cliché&lt;/span&gt;, available with limited quantities of the album, is an essential purchase (though my PC seems to throw a hissy fit every time I try to play it!)  The minimal dancehall sound of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dubshed &lt;/span&gt;is set alight by Dennis Alcapone’s vocals, whilst the mighty Dennis Bovell returns for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clichéd Dub Slave&lt;/span&gt; with rousing slogans including “From conception to the grave / Work, no play / Slave!”  I could go on, but I think you've got the message.  Go out and buy this album. Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting [Becoming A Cliché]: 1. Animal Magic / 2. Two Versions Of The Future / 3. A Piece Of The Earth / 4. Monastery Of Sound / 5. Dennis Bovine Part 1 / 6. J'Ai Changé / 7. You Wonder Why / 8. The House Of Games / 9. Nu Rizla / 10. St Peter's Gate / 11. Home Sweet Home / 12. Forgive Yourself / 13. All Hands On Desk / 14. Stop The Bloodshed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Dub Cliché]: 1. Monkey See, Monkey Dub / 2. Dubshed / 3. Zoo Time / 4. Clichéd Dub Slave / 5. The Noise From Brazil / 6. Stepping Crowd / 7 Sans Toupee / 8. Silly Billy Remix By Activator / 9. Moving House / 10. J'Ai Dubé / 11. Dennis Bovine Pt 2/ 12. Silly Old Dub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-752335798487869551?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/752335798487869551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=752335798487869551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/752335798487869551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/752335798487869551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/jukebox-juicebox-26.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #26'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/Rc7xHghYUMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cYo41k3xK_4/s72-c/JJ-2CultureClash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-8542948110239203888</id><published>2007-02-05T06:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T06:47:53.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #13 - The 'Lost' CI Reviews Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Comics International's absence from the newsstands for the past few months, due to it's &lt;a href="http://www.comicsinternational.com/"&gt;change of ownership&lt;/a&gt;, has meant that several issues' worth of my reviews will now never see print. Rather than consign them to the dustbin of history, I'm publishing some of the reviews here, either in their original or expanded form, as part of my regular &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stripping Down&lt;/span&gt; feature. Consequently, several of these issues are no longer available on the newsstand but you should be able to pick them up on eBay...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RdKvPghYUOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bsIC0d5AfI8/s320-h/sd13-batman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RdKvPghYUOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bsIC0d5AfI8/s160/sd13-batman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RdKvPwhYUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OgzhQTvyimE/s320-h/sd-batman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RdKvPwhYUPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OgzhQTvyimE/s160/sd-batman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;h4  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Batman Legends (vol 2) #1-2 (Titan Magazines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“All Star Batman &amp; Robin The Boy Wonder” by Frank Miller &amp;amp; Jim Lee (All Star Batman &amp; Robin The Boy Wonder #1-2)&lt;br /&gt;“Batman &amp;amp; Son” by Grant Morrison &amp; Andy Kubert (Batman #655-656)&lt;br /&gt;“Worlds Finest” by Jeph Loeb &amp;amp; Ed McGuinness (Batman/Superman #1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sensibly not wishing to mess with a winning formula, Titan’s relaunch of &lt;i&gt;Batman Legends&lt;/i&gt; largely follows the Panini blueprint: US-size, 76 page format with slick card covers, reprinting 3 stories every 4 weeks. Even Jim Lee’s front cover harks back to the one used for Panini’s premiere issue. Inside, the editorial is crowded by the inclusion of an exhaustive Titan Magazines roll call that takes up a third of the page. Credit where credit’s due and all that, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it does make for a rather bland opening. Whether this has also influenced the decision to use ‘framing shoulders’ for each of the three stories splash pages, but it’s a bad move which craps the art and looks quite dated. It’s obviously too soon for a letters page, but there appears to be a regular &lt;i&gt;Bat Signals&lt;/i&gt; section which, unsurprisingly, is an opportunity for Titan to tout their Batman-related wares and reprint some mini-interviews with Frank Miller (#1) and Jim Lee (#2). The interviews are a poor relation to the previous volume’s features, mostly written by &lt;i&gt;Comics International&lt;/i&gt;’s Mike Conroy and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;always an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; informative and insightful read. So what of the comic strips themselves? Apart from &lt;i&gt;Sin City&lt;/i&gt;, I haven’t read much of Frank Miller’s work since his work on Daredevil and Batman. However, if I was expecting something on the scale of &lt;i&gt;Batman: Year One&lt;/i&gt;, I could only be disappointed. This even makes Jeph Loeb’s Hush seem like a classic, with ill-defined central characters and some excruciating lines (“There’s something rotten in Gotham City. It wears a badge.”) As with &lt;i&gt;Hush&lt;/i&gt;, Jim Lee’s art provides plenty of T&amp;A (in this case reporter Vicki Vale) but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;little to really spark the limp script into life. If anything, the second chapter is even more of a narrative mess, particularly as Alfred and Vicki Vale seem to have been involved in a car smash between chapters. &lt;i&gt;Batman &amp;amp; Son&lt;/i&gt;, picks up the regular series a year or so on from the Panini &lt;i&gt;Batman Legends &lt;/i&gt;run, which is annoying. The gap summed up with the throwaway editorial line “Batman has finally cleared all the super criminals out of Gotham” – wha huh?! The &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; also seemingly kicks off with the resolution to the previous (US) issue’s cliffhanger as The Joker poisons Commissioner Gordon and murders Batman’s doppelganger before the real thing defeats him. So, it’s only the second half that concentrates on setting up the current storyline, which it does quite well. Bruce Wayne, superficial socialite, reappears after a long absence and Morrison handles this well, with a scene as Alfred teaches Wayne to relearn his pseudo characteristics and mannerisms. Talia Al Ghul’s plot to transform her League of Assassins into an army of Man Bats intrigues, not to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mention her relationship to the titular child. All of these threads develop satisfyingly in the second instalment. Andy Kubert’s art, whilst not his very best, makes the most of a strong script and his depiction of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the ninja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Man Ba&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ts is especially exciting. Despite a highly &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unimpressive showing in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;previous volume, the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;uperman/Batman&lt;/i&gt; storyline (which, confusingly, precedes the Panini run) isn’t as bad as I thought. The writing, particularly the split narration from the lead characters, doesn’t work as well as Jeph Loeb evidently thinks it does and suddenly finding Lex Luthor as President of the USA is a bit hard to swallow. That said, it’s a reasonable story with a good cliffhanger in the opening chapter and an interesting clash between Superman and his future self in the next. Better still, Ed McGuinness art is a big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;improvement on Michael Turner (who illustrates the aforementioned subsequent story arc). McGuinness’ bold lines and clear storytelling more than make up for the shortfalls in the script. It’s impossible to avoid constant comparison with the Panini’s previous incarnation of &lt;i&gt;Batman Legends&lt;/i&gt;, but Titan’s effort is pretty woeful so far. Hopefully, better choice of comic strips including an archive section &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; improve this comic’s fortunes but it needs to happen sooner rather than later. At present, the best thing about this title is that it’s compiled and printed in the UK, which at least means a minor boost to industry and the economy but isn’t really the point of buying a comic. Hopefully, Titan’s &lt;i&gt;Superman Legends&lt;/i&gt; title will be less of a disappointment when it hits the newsstands in March…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Titan Magazines' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.titanmagazines.co.uk/titanmag/app?service=external/Product&amp;sp=S780"&gt;Batman Legends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-8542948110239203888?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/8542948110239203888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=8542948110239203888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/8542948110239203888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/8542948110239203888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/stripping-down-13_14.html' title='Stripping Down #13 - The &apos;Lost&apos; CI Reviews Part 1'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RdKvPghYUOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bsIC0d5AfI8/s72-c/sd13-batman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-2238444836364819865</id><published>2007-02-03T12:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T15:21:54.144Z</updated><title type='text'>I Nearly Married A Primate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taken from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Apes Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; letters page in Marvel UK's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Planet Of The Apes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; weekly #62, cover dated 27 Dec 1975:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RcR7-sQdRgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DpoETSczezs/s640-h/POTA62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: right; width: 132px; height: 178px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RcR7-sQdRgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DpoETSczezs/s320/POTA62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dear Stan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In previous "Apes Forum" pages, girls have fallen for Galen, but I have fallen for Zira. I fell for her when I saw the film in Bournemouth in 1974. Ever since I have been her best fan. When I win the football pools I will go to America to visit her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;G.I. White, Poole, Dorset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On behalf on Marvel&lt;/span&gt; head honcho Stan Lee, POTA editor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Tennant"&gt;Neil Tennant&lt;/a&gt; (when the Pet Shop Boys were merely a twinkle in his eye) cautiously responded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Romance, it seems, is blossoming everywhere. And it isn't even springtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RcR7-cQdRfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q1WZzQRhUm0/s320-h/POTA-zira1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: right; width: 125px; height: 152px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RcR7-cQdRfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q1WZzQRhUm0/s320/POTA-zira1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've Googled for subsequent news stories along the lines of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dorset pools winner changes name to 'Gorilla Interest' - impr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;isoned in U.S. for acts of bestiality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll let you know when I find one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More evidence of unhinged Marvel UK correspondents can be found in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Feb 2006 item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/02/comic-book-letters-pages-arent-what.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Comic Book Letters Pages Aren't What They Used To Be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RcR7-sQdRgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DpoETSczezs/s1600-h/POTA62.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-2238444836364819865?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/2238444836364819865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=2238444836364819865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/2238444836364819865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/2238444836364819865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-love-never-dies.html' title='I Nearly Married A Primate...'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RcR7-sQdRgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DpoETSczezs/s72-c/POTA62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-7065072176976581795</id><published>2007-01-28T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T07:02:31.745Z</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Grammar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyYrHu2v3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/TJqlf82zw5M/s640-h/X-Lummox.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyYrHu2v3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/TJqlf82zw5M/s320/X-Lummox.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shopping in my local greengrocer's yesterday, I overheard two of the staff talking.  One called the other a lummox - apt, sure enough, but not the kind of word you hear bandied around in effing and blinding South Bristol.  Even more unusually, rather than follow up this insult with an expletive laden riposte, the recipient instead questioned whether lummox was singular or plural.  He thought the latter, and argued that the correct usage in this case was therefore lummock.  His friend disagreed, contesting that a lummox multiplied was a group of lummoxes.  I was chuckling to myself so much that I nearly missed the bag I was placing my tomatoes into. What a lummox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-7065072176976581795?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/7065072176976581795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=7065072176976581795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/7065072176976581795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/7065072176976581795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/01/grocery-grammar.html' title='Grocery Grammar'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyYrHu2v3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/TJqlf82zw5M/s72-c/X-Lummox.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-2400876460187044073</id><published>2007-01-28T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:05:56.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyMKXu2vzI/AAAAAAAAADs/KKjGd4SKCDw/s1600-h/JJ25-Radio4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left; width: 103px; height: 103px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyMKXu2vzI/AAAAAAAAADs/KKjGd4SKCDw/s160/JJ25-Radio4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Radio 4 “Electrify” (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A US EP collecting single remixes previously released in the UK, this compilation focuses on Radio 4’s defining song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance To The Underground&lt;/span&gt;. The New Version is essentially a radio friendly remix, the rough edges of the DFA-produced original smoothed out, with inevitably less impact. Fortunately, the accompanying remixes more than make up for this. The DFA’s nine-minute instrumental version marries a pulsing beat to synth strings to thrilling effect before climaxing with some wonderfully off-key “da da da”’s. The Playgroup Remix is everything you’d expect from the unassailable Trevor Jackson, a relentless disco dub built around the incredibly infectious original bassline. The Faint’s remix is more off-kilter, the vocals laid over a frequently changing tempo and Oriental sounding chimes with unsettling effect. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Start A Fire&lt;/span&gt; is a shadow of the EP’s key song and, despite a pulsating overhaul, even Justin Robertson seems unable to find a spark to really set this track off. Likewise, Adrian Sherwood roughs up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Struggle &lt;/span&gt;in a dub style, with some help from Mark Stewart. It’s reminiscent of Sherwood’s similar mangling of Living Colour’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Auslander &lt;/span&gt;a decade previously, but lacks it’s bite. The extended mix of the New Version essentially restores the killer opening bassline though the original version (included here as a video) remains the definitive take. The video itself is worth a mention, if only as an example of how music defines your mental image of a band. I’d imagined Radio 4 as Strokes-like aesthetically aware New New Wavers. Disconcerting then to find that they are in fact Coldplay fronted by Gary Jules. Time to send in the Fab Five from &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Queer_Eye/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queer Eye For The Straight Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; methinks…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Dance To The Underground (new version – radio edit) / 2. (the dfa version) / 3. (playgroup remix) / 4. (prance mix) / 5. Start A Fire (justin robertson vocal remix) / 6. Struggle (adrian sherwood/mark stewart mutant disco vocal mix) / 7. Dance To The Underground (new version – full length) + Dance To The Underground (original version) [video]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;N.B. There’s also a German version of the Electrify EP, featuring a considerably different &lt;a href="http://www.discogs.com/release/396005"&gt;tracklisting&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Little Axe “Ride On (Fight On)” (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Skip MacDonald’s Little Axe project references his possibly better known contributions to the On-Usound stable, unsurprising given the involvement of Doug Wimbish, Keith Le Blanc and producer Adrian Sherwood. However, Little Axe’s sound has less of a rough edge and incorporates elements of blues and gospel music that differenitates it from, say, the likes of Tackhead. The opening two versions of the lead track provide a rallying call to “sisters and brothers” but, despite the title, the song is more focused on the groove, rather than the message. Fluke’s remix is more spacious, giving the rhythm room to breathe and remaining one of their better reworkings. Bonus track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hear My Cry&lt;/span&gt;’s sole line “I love the Lord, he heard my cry, Lord, Lord, Lord” similarly betrays it’s influences, but with less impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Ride On (Fight On) (7” edit) / 2. (control tower mix) / 3. (fluke mid-fi surprise) / 4. Hear My Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyMKXu2v0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yY4RafAAdBg/s1600-h/JJ25-interlude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left; width: 103px; height: 101px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyMKXu2v0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yY4RafAAdBg/s160/JJ25-interlude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Morrissey &amp; Siouxsie “Interlude” (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The idea of pairing Morrissey and Siouxsie Sioux on a cover version of the title track from an obscure &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063136/"&gt;1968 film&lt;/a&gt;, sung by Italian-American chanteuse &lt;a href="http://www.spectropop.com/remembers/TYobit.htm"&gt;Timi Yuro&lt;/a&gt;, seems on the surface an odd one. Yet, there’s a subtlety in each singer’s delivery of that both complements the other and plays to their melancholic strengths. The song, as the film, focuses on two lovers living in the moment of their intense attraction to one another, uncertain if “what seems like an interlude now / could be the beginning of love”. Yet there’s a sense of resigned inevitability that “love will end” which lends both vocalists delivery an added resonance. The extended version is perhaps the most effective as it’s instrumental second half accentuates the feeling that the narrative lovers will fail to “hold fast to the dream”. The third – and, at seven and a half minutes, the longest – track is enjoyable in it’s own right but makes the listener hanker for the fully blooded version. Despite being a Top 30 hit at the time, Interlude seems to be a bit of a forgotten gem, it’s only subsequent appearance (fortunately in it’s full length version) being on Morrissey’s 1997 best of Suedehead. Worth seeking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Interlude / 2. (extended) / 3. (instrumental)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Portishead “All Mine” (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Portishead make painfully slow progress with their third album, it’s increasingly difficult to remember the impact of 1997’s self-titled second. The band’s decision to retain their characteristic fusion of cinematic soundscapes and Beth Gibbons’ smoky nightclub &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chanteuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, but through layered, complex recording rather than sampling, may have seemed sheer madness. However, as the opening salvos of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Mine &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cowboys &lt;/span&gt;amply demonstrate, it was possibly a price worth paying. The opening moments of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Mine &lt;/span&gt;are classic John Barry, but Gibbons’ vocals take the song into another dimension entirely. Despite a subconscious inability to focus past Gibbons’ lisp, which at times makes her sound as if she’s singing without the benefit of teeth, her voice is spine-tinglingly magnificent. Her performance is perfectly matched, both to the eerie narrative about obsessive love, and the frankly unsettling musical backing that supports it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cowboys &lt;/span&gt;is the bridge between the ‘old’ and ‘new’ Portishead, containing more of Geoff Barrow’s looped beats and screeching scratches and Adrian Utley’s squalling guitar. Beth Gibbons’ lyrics are wonderfully ambiguous, equally open to interpretation as a comment on dodgy builders (okay, I'm joking here) or the record business in general. The instrumental version gives more space to the intricate layering of sounds, but Gibbons absence is painfully felt, so it’s the full vocal version that does it for me. Hopefully, we’ll have the opportunity to greet a new Portishead single by the tenth anniversary of their last…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. All Mine / 2. Cowboys / 3. Cowboys (instrumental)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyMKnu2v2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7rcis9fBguo/s1600-h/JJ25-lords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left; width: 102px; height: 100px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyMKnu2v2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7rcis9fBguo/s160/JJ25-lords.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Traci Lords “Fallen Angel” (1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ex-porn star Lords provided guest vocals on the Manic Street Preachers’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Baby Nothing&lt;/span&gt;, leading to a solo album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1000 Fires&lt;/span&gt;, produced by trance/techno heavyweight Juno Reactor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fallen Angel&lt;/span&gt;, the second single, provides half a dozen mixes over half an hour and seems to be trying to cast it’s net of appeal widely. Lords is, perhaps unsurprisingly, hardly the strongest vocalist and the lyrics, though unexpectedly reflective, are a bit by-the-numbers. Nevertheless, the original version is a solid track with the remixes taking the song in interesting directions for the most part. The Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Chad Smith and Dave Navarro provide an edit and extended mix, beefing up the song with rock guitar. Primax deliver typical mid-1990s Euro Pop fare, which is fun but unmemorable. Least inspired is the Muzik Club Vocal mix, Johnny Vicious’ characterisitic single-note tinny synth strings and repetitive beats quickly grating. Undisputed highlight is the Perfecto Mix adds club-friendly beats and flamenco guitar to the song’s angelic chorus hook and is arguably one of Paul Oakenfold’s finest moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Fallen Angel (honeymoon stich radio mix) / 2. (perfecto mix) / 3. (muzik club vocal) / 4. (primax iberiann mix) / 5. (honeymoon stich mix) / 6. (original album mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Boxcar “Universal Hymn” (1993)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pulsing trance/techno pop track with it’s sampled refrain “the prayers of mankind are with you” and ‘celestial chorus’, not to mention a brace of mixes from Lionrock mainman Justin Robertson, this is pretty de rigueur for the early 1990s UK dancefloor. However, quite how this Brisbane act were been received in their native Australia is another matter. Travelling the country in 1990-91, finding clubs that tapped into the exciting dance music scene that I’d left in the UK was a largely unrewarding task, Perth in particular still stuck in the mid-1980s, musically speaking. Of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Universal Hymn&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;four mixes, the Radio Mix is perhaps the least memorable, the band’s superior Mandrake Mix (slightly) extending the track and adding further sampled shouts that recall Moby’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;. However it’s Justin Robertson’s mixes, typical of his output at the time, that raise the song to another level. The Pure Pandephonium mix remains pretty faithful to the original though is more uptempo and spacious. The instrumental Faster Mix does exactly what it says by nudging the BPMs up a notch further and ditching the samples to great effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Universal Hymn (radio mix) / 2. (pure pandephonium) / 3. (mandrake mix) / 4. (faster mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyMKXu2v1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eZHk607xdZg/s1600-h/JJ25-boos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="clear: both; float: left; width: 105px; height: 89px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyMKXu2v1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/eZHk607xdZg/s160/JJ25-boos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Boo Radleys “Free Huey” (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poor Martin Carr: a criminally underrated songwriter, his band The Boo Radleys produced a wealth of top-notch material in the 1990s. Sadly, they’ll probably register in the public consciousness purely for their breakthrough hit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake Up Boo!&lt;/span&gt; By 1998, the fatigue of fighting against public indifference was inevitably taking it’s toll and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free Huey &lt;/span&gt;proved to be the band’s swansong single. Characteristically, the record buying masses ignored this in favour of Oasis and Blur and Martin Carr called time on The Boo Radleys shortly afterwards. In many ways, the band’s strength and weakness was vocalist Sice. Not the strongest singer, there’s an engaging quality to his performance which draws the listener in. However, with more pumped-up, aggressive tracks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What’s In The Box&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; C’mon Kids &lt;/span&gt;and here on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free Huey&lt;/span&gt;, Sice simply comes across as too lightweight. The great thing about The Boo Radleys is that their EPs were packed full of tunes that were on par with their albums, and this is no exception. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything Falls Away&lt;/span&gt; gradually develops into a stomping 1970s inspired pop song that could easily have been a single in it’s own right, whilst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In A Galaxy Far, Far Away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is an admirable attempt at a dub-inspired groove, with Sice on good form on both tracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Free Huey / 2. Everything Falls Away / 3. In A Galaxy Far, Far Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Moby “Spiders” (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hotel &lt;/span&gt;was an underwhelming album, yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;’s determinedly middle of the road sound made for a logical single release. It would have been nice to have seen some mixes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiders &lt;/span&gt;added to the single to provide some much needed oomph, which seemed to work with the similarly uninspired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lift Me Up&lt;/span&gt;. With it’s refrain of “Let peace and beauty reign / and bring us love again”, a more dancefloor-focused &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiders &lt;/span&gt;could have recalled the heyday of similarly celebratory tracks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling So Real&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime You Touch Me&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of past glories &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put The Headphones On&lt;/span&gt;, like so much of Moby’s material this decade, sounds like a rehash of his 1990s work. In this case it’s a (slightly) sped up but anaesthetised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;version of the sphincter-shaking menace that is Moby’s remix of The Smashing Pumpkins’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1979&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; throwaway instrumental, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put The Headphones On&lt;/span&gt; is therefore typical Moby B-side fodder. Last but not least (albeit only by the skin of it’s teeth) is a remix of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raining Again&lt;/span&gt; by Ewan Pearson. If you read my previous review of Goldfrapp’s &lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/02/jukebox-juicebox-9.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ride A White Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, then you’ll know that I don’t quite ‘get’ Pearson's appeal. I find most of his mixes perfunctory rather than innovative and that’s pretty much the case here. At least Pearson ups the tempo and strips the vocals to a single line (“sadness like water raining down, raining down”), elevating the remix from the original’s mediocrity. A disappointing single on every level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Spiders (album version) / 2. Put The Headphones On / 3. Raining Again (ewan pearson vocal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-2400876460187044073?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/2400876460187044073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=2400876460187044073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/2400876460187044073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/2400876460187044073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2007/01/jukebox-juicebox-25_28.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #25'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RbyMKXu2vzI/AAAAAAAAADs/KKjGd4SKCDw/s72-c/JJ25-Radio4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-5258347198504259608</id><published>2006-12-30T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:27:25.595Z</updated><title type='text'>Reading Allowed #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZZKZFL45nI/AAAAAAAAADE/znZ6XQbekVM/s1600-h/ra3-carter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZZKZFL45nI/AAAAAAAAADE/znZ6XQbekVM/s160/ra3-carter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Angela Carter&lt;br /&gt;“American Ghosts &amp; Old World Wonders”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m a bit of a magpie when it comes to books, preferring to experience as many different authors as possible rather than enthusiastically ploughing through an author’s entire oeuvre.  However, I find myself drawn back to Angela Carter time and again, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadow Dance&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Magic Toyshop&lt;/span&gt; and, earlier this year, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Passion Of New Eve&lt;/span&gt;.  In basic terms, I love Carter’s use of language, her fantastical storytelling and her ability to evoke empathy with even the most extreme of her creations.  Angela Carter died in 1992 and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; American Ghosts &amp; Old World Wonders&lt;/span&gt; is a posthumous collection published the following year.  Comprising short stories, in some cases narrative sketches, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Ghosts…&lt;/span&gt; hints at the work that Carter would have continued to produce through the 1990s and beyond.  Revisiting her fascination with fairy tales and the circus, particularly her desire to explore and tease out the fear and horror that resonates, this collection features (in)famous characters, historical (19th century patricidal killer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lizzie_Borden"&gt;Lizzie Borden&lt;/a&gt;, astronomer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyco_Brahe"&gt;Tyco Brahe&lt;/a&gt;) alongside the fictional (Cinderella, Lewis Carroll’s Alice).  The stories also display an impressive range of styles. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Merchant Of Shadows&lt;/span&gt; is an echo of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Passion Of New Eve&lt;/span&gt;’s gender challenging exploration of Hollywood, albeit told in a more traditional manner. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Ford’s ‘Tis Pity She’s A Whore&lt;/span&gt; juxtaposes the Jacobean dramatist’s dialogue with that of his American film director namesake, Carter’s additional commentary creating an incredibly effective piece. Humour resonates throughout: the belching, hard drinking Sister in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Merchant Of Shadows&lt;/span&gt;; the ludicrous image of Archduke Randolph consummating his relationship with a fruit femme in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice In Prague, or The Curious Room&lt;/span&gt;; the deliciously dark retellings of the Cinderella story in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashputtle or The Mother’s Ghost&lt;/span&gt;. Yet the horror of the (real?) world constantly casts it’s shadow.  Despite being arguably the most straightforward and predictable narrative, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gun For The Devil&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favourites.  With it’s Mexican border town setting, “ a town without hope, without grace”, and a population leading a “poverty-stricken half-life”, this hell-on-earth setting is perfect for the story of two men’s pacts with the devil and the price that these deals exact. Whilst it’s eclectism may suit the convert rather than the first-time reader, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Ghosts &amp; Old World Wonders&lt;/span&gt; demonstrates that even Angela Carter’s ‘works in progress’ were a cut above most contemporary writers in her field. Inspired by storytelling of the past, Angela Carter in turn has left a body of writing that similarly inspires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Carter on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angela_Carter#Novels"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Footnote: Bizarrely, there's a Lizzie Borden hotel which boasts "Apart from that bloody murder all those years ago, our hospitality is impeccable" (?!) Their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lizzie-borden.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;invites visitors to "axe us about our guided tours".  If that's not enough to discourage you, have a look, just don't say that I recommended you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-5258347198504259608?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/5258347198504259608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=5258347198504259608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5258347198504259608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/5258347198504259608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/12/reading-allowed-4.html' title='Reading Allowed #4'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZZKZFL45nI/AAAAAAAAADE/znZ6XQbekVM/s72-c/ra3-carter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-7511985171052078132</id><published>2006-12-30T11:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:12:05.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZZHk1L45lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-NZRtcdU_ag/s1600-h/Sd12-exm146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZZHk1L45lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-NZRtcdU_ag/s160/Sd12-exm146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Essential X-Men #146 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The End Of History” by Chris Claremont &amp; Alan Davis (Uncanny X-Men #445-447)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To those of a certain age, Alan Moore and Alan Davis’ revival of Captain Britain* in the 1980s remains one of the greatest superhero sagas committed to the comic book page (*Not wishing to overlook Dave Thorpe’s contribution as original writer on the revamp). Key to it’s success was the cast of incredible characters, not least ‘Mad’ Jim Jaspers and uber killing machine, The Fury. The latter quite rightly established itself as the ultimate in unstoppable foes, cutting down superheroes like so much chaff; even Captain Britain himself was killed (and subsequently resurrected by Merlin) before the relentless cyborg could be stopped. Although this may have had more to do with Moore’s acrimonious split with Marvel soon after, the fact that The Fury hasn’t reappeared in the mainstream Marvel universe since has cemented it’s reputation as one of the company’s most memorable foes. Now, Chris Claremont – and returning X-artist Alan Davis – have decided to resurrect the character. Does the story enhance, or shatter, The Fury’s reputation? What do you think? Stretched over three US issues, the story starts off well enough, as a small team of X-Men discover The Fury in the bowels of a demolished and deserted Braddock Manor (the ancestral home of Captain Britain). In the first part’s promising cliffhanger, the X-Men completely underestimate the threat posed by their unknown foe and appear to pay a heavy price. However, remember this is the X-Men written by Chris Claremont, where characters are despatched and resurrected with reckless abandon. Therefore, where Alan Moore’s characters were constantly outfought by The Fury (and, Captain Britain aside, stayed dead when they were killed), here the ‘ultimate killing machine’ struggles to nail C-listers like Cannonball. After a drawn out battle, Claremont proceeds to wrap things up with his usual tired devices. X-Men joining hands to ‘channel’ their powers through a focal point? Check. A truckful of alien tech cluster bombs, handily stored in the armoury, lobbed in for good measure? Check. Compared with Moore’s Captain Britain saga, where the heroes were forced to rely on their abilities, strength of will and ‘proper’ team work to win the day, Claremont’s plot adopts the stereotypical approach of bombing the shit out of something until there’s nothing left to fight (hmmm, sounds familiar…). The closing panel sees a rather smug team, revelling in their bonding experience with little concern for the missing Captain Britain. A victory perhaps but, for this reader at least, a pyrrhic one. The irony is that, if you want a story featuring The Fury that remains true to Moore and Davis’ original vision, you’ll find it in Panini UK’s younger readers’ title &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spectacular Spider-Man Adventures&lt;/span&gt;, courtesy of writer Jim Alexander, Jon Haward and John Stokes (see my review in &lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/04/stripping-down-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripping Down #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). I’m just praying that Claremont doesn’t focus his attention on the aforementioned Jaspers or Moore’s superlative superteam The Special Executive. That will truly be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The End Of History&lt;/span&gt; as far as I’m concerned…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZZHk1L45mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Irz8FUKkzps/s1600-h/sd12-ssma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZZHk1L45mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Irz8FUKkzps/s160/sd12-ssma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Spectacular Spider-Man Adventures&lt;br /&gt;(Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Night Of The Goblin” by various&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For some time, Panini UK have been producing homegrown comic strips for their younger readers’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spectacular Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt; title. This handy pocket sized book collects a year or so’s worth of stories for a mere £3.99 and provides a consistent level of quality throughout. Given the limitations of the comic strip format – 11 page standalone stories inspired by the 1990s animated TV series, with only the occasional nod to continuity – there is inevitably little in the way of character development. However, what’s apparent in the latter part of the book is an editorial shift that sees the comic strip adopt a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marvel Team-Up&lt;/span&gt; format, but also allows for greater depth in the narratives. This is particularly evident in the collection’s closing story – and sole two-parter, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Save Tomorrow/The Rule Of Four&lt;/span&gt; by Mitchel Scanlon. Exploring an alternate world where the roles of Mr. Fantastic and Dr. Doom have reversed to tragic and disastrous effect, Scanlon’s writing provides a neat set up, underpinning narrative and a conclusion which satisfies on several levels. As writer on ten of the fifteen stories collected here, Ferg Handley provides a sure narrative steer throughout, the highlight being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stormy Waters&lt;/span&gt;, featuring the Sub-Mariner. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marvel Team-Up &lt;/span&gt;approach enables both the writers and artists to flex their creative muscles on Marvel stalwarts like the Fantastic Four, Wolverine and The Punisher, as well as lesser known (to the target readership, at least) characters like Silver Sable and Captain Britain. Jim Alexander’s writing on the latter is the best of his three contributions. Despite narrative constraints, the story packs in a mini-origin for the Captain, his first meeting with Spidey and an enjoyable climatic battle with The Red Skull, all ably illustrated by Jon Haward and John Stokes. In fact, this pocket book is a strong showcase for Haward, whose art at times evokes classic Spidey artist John Romita. The other artists – John Royle, Simon Williams and Paul Marshall – all produce work to rival their US counterparts. Knowing how much the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spectacular Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt; comic strip has continued to evolve and improve since the stories reprinted here, I hope that further collections won’t be too far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panini comics &lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk/Home.jsp#"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-7511985171052078132?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/7511985171052078132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=7511985171052078132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/7511985171052078132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/7511985171052078132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/12/stripping-down-12_30.html' title='Stripping Down #12'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZZHk1L45lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-NZRtcdU_ag/s72-c/Sd12-exm146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-8827188751862585903</id><published>2006-12-29T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T11:05:33.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #24 - Remixamatosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZTyP1L45iI/AAAAAAAAACc/4qSZAp25JBo/s1600-h/jj24-futureretro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZTyP1L45iI/AAAAAAAAACc/4qSZAp25JBo/s160/jj24-futureretro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Various Artists “Future Retro” (2006)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forget who coined the phrase ‘repetition celebrates and devalues’, but this is aptly applied to the music industry. Artists and songs are resurrected, repackaged, rereleased, reworked and remixed ad nauseum, The Beatles mash-up/megamix Love being one of the most recent examples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With downloads of all stripes likely to be eligible for the ‘singles’ chart in the near future, U2, Oasis, Westshite and McFly will likely be jostling for pole positions with the Fab Four, Elvis, Abba and Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 1980s, which seems to have enjoyed a continual revival since, er, the 1990s will probably figure strongly in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fascination with the decade that taste arguably overlooked has resulted in countless contemporary updates of it’s memorable – and not so memorable – musical moments, the latest being the Future Retro compilation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently available in the UK on import only, the project is a labour of love for compiler ??? who commissioned all of the remixers on this album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the whole, it’s a pretty consistent collection though inevitably there are a few tracks that miss the mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiga’s mix of Depeche Mode’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake The Disease&lt;/span&gt; is halfway through before it starts to make an impression, whilst Jaded Alliance’s take on Erasure’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Little Respect&lt;/span&gt; sounds like an ill-matched mash-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surprisingly, several tracks remain faithful to their origins: The Crystal Method speed up New Order’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bizarre Love Triangle&lt;/span&gt;, losing some of the key hooks in the process, but without undermining the main melody; Infusion’s similar handling of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Walk&lt;/span&gt; by The Cure is even more effective. The latter part of the album contains some real gems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Devo’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl U Want &lt;/span&gt;is roughened up by Black Light Odyssey whilst obscurity &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy &lt;/span&gt;by Book Of Love (which I admit I’ve never heard of) benefits from a beefy “rockstar mix” by the equally unknown DJ Irene (presumably not the Home And Away character moonlighting on the wheels of steel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adam Freeland transforms B-Movie’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nowhere Girl &lt;/span&gt;into a guitar dub dirge that echoes U.N.K.L.E.’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unreal&lt;/span&gt;, but the best is saved for last with the unexpected yet obvious pairing of Morrissey and Sparks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moz’s debut solo single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suedehead &lt;/span&gt;gains an epic stature, with chopped up vocals laid over sweeping strings. A perfect close to an imperfect but worthwhile compilation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;The Cure: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Walk (infusion mix) / 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Yazoo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Situation (richard x remix) / 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Echo &amp; The Bunnymen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lips Like Sugar (way out west remix edit) / 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;INXS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Need You Tonight (static revenger mix edit) / 5. Depeche Mode: Shake The Disease (tiga remix) / 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Erasure: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Little Respect (jaded alliance 'electrospect' remix) / 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Howard Jones: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Song (peter black &amp;amp; hardrock striker mix edit) / 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Alphaville: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forever Young (hamel album mix) / 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;New Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bizarre Love Triangle (the crystal method extended mix)/ 10. Grandmaster Flash &amp; Melle Mel: White Lines (Don't Don't Do It) (elite force mix) / 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Devo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl U Want (black light odyssey mix) / 12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B-Movie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nowhere Girl (adam freeland mix) / 13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Book Of Love: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy (dj irene ro&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ckstar mix) / 14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Morrissey: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suedehead (sparks remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shirley Bassey “Diamonds Are Forever…The Remix Album” (2000)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZTyPlL45hI/AAAAAAAAACU/y58UT_HJd9M/s1600-h/jj24-bassey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZTyPlL45hI/AAAAAAAAACU/y58UT_HJd9M/s160/jj24-bassey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the surface, a project that seems completely unnecessary.  That is, until you realise that this album followed hot on the heels of the Welsh diva’s collaboration with Propellerheads on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;History Repeating&lt;/span&gt;, which became both a theme tune (Channel 4’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Graham Norton&lt;/span&gt;) and a chart hit.  Unsur&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;prisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngly, Propellerheads reappear here, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goldfinger &lt;/span&gt;repeating their then-successful formula of funky beats and wah-wah guitar.  Groove Armada and Nightmares On Wax also play to type, the latter to particularly good effect on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easy Thing To Do&lt;/span&gt;. Some tracks miss the point entirely, notably the dreadful comedy cut-up of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Spender&lt;/span&gt;, but Kenny Dope’s drum-driven reworking of The &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doors’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Light My Fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;perfectly complements Bassey’s belting vocals. Given it’s inconsistency, it’s advisable to either pick this up cheaply as I did or download key tracks.  Eit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;her w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;ay, don’t overlook it altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Where Do I Begin (awayteam mix) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;/ 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Goldfinger (pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;opellerheads mix) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;/ 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Light My Fire (kenny dope remix) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;/ 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Diamonds Are Forever (mantronik 007 mix) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;/ 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Easy Thing To Do (nightmares on wax) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;/ 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Never Never Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt; (groove armada mix) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;/ 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Big Spender (wild oscar mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; / 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Spinning Wheel (dj spinna remix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) / 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;Light My Fire (twelftree’s lady mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) / 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;If You Go Away (dj skymoo mix by moloko/rob brydon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal" face="courier new"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carl Douglas “Kung Fu Fighting Remixes (Dub Drenche&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;d Soundscapes)” (2003)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZTyPlL45gI/AAAAAAAAACM/jMi2D9-9jP4/s1600-h/jj24-kungfu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZTyPlL45gI/AAAAAAAAACM/jMi2D9-9jP4/s160/jj24-kungfu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;…And if the Shirley Bassey remix album seemed unnecessary, then what th&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e heck does one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;make of this? Douglas’ early 1970s disco track is not one that immediately suggests a relationship to dub and in truth, not all of the artists involved strictly adhere to that principle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The frankly bizarre concept of stretching this single track over 16 remixes (17, counting the hidden a capella track) and 80 minutes also means that it’s nigh on impossible to listen to the end result as an album in it’s own right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone who has previously bought dub remix compilations on the Select Cuts or Echo Beach labels will find the usual suspects here: Rob Smith, Dreadzone, Don Letts/Dan Donovan, Kid Loco; however, it’s the lesser known acts that impress, notably G-rizo, Pole and D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;ubbelstandart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Ruts’ Andy Gill delivers a funked up but essentially unchanged version of the original whilst Au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;dio Active take the trakc to it’s logical (ludicrous?) extreme.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’d be nice to think that the songwriters – Carl Douglas and kitsch producer Biddu – will benefit from further royalties as a result of this album.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, given it’s limited appeal, I wouldn’t recommend that they break out the bubbly just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tracklisting: 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Kung Fu Fighting (noiseshaper rmx) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(dreadzone rm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(belleville shaolin rmx by kid loco) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(rob smith’s kung fu skanking rmx) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(adrian sherwood’s on-usound rmx) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(uptone rmx) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(audio active rmx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; / 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(g-rizo rmx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(pole rmx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(don letts dub cartel rmx by dan donovan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(shaolin rmx by the strike boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(karl möstl rmx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(dubbelstandart rmx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(salz rmx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(dave ruffy/mark wallis rmx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(rmx by the name of seeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style=""&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(g-rizo acapella) [hidden track]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="courier new" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visit Venus “The Endless Bummer Rmx Appendix” (1999)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZTyPlL45fI/AAAAAAAAACE/_12_KhBgM9Q/s1600-h/jj24-endlessbummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZTyPlL45fI/AAAAAAAAACE/_12_KhBgM9Q/s160/jj24-endlessbummer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the consequences of a ubiquitous remix culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt; is that it’s possible to own tracks but have no idea what the original version sounded like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a case in point, the result of a trawl through the ‘5 for £16’ shelf at Plastic Wax Records in Bristol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no idea who Visit Venus are, or what they sound like but, looking at the artists involved, figured it was worth shelling out a few quid for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As it happens, it turned out to be an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;color:black;"  &gt;other one of those serendipitous musical purchases.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rae &amp; Christian kick off proceedings with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;typical funky breakbeat mix of the charmingly titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Space Nazis Must Die&lt;/span&gt;. The opening bars of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For A Few Euros More&lt;/span&gt; are reminiscent of Adam &amp; The Ants’ similarly Western-inspired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Magnificent Five&lt;/span&gt;, before Carsten Meyer aka Erobique takes it back to late 80s Chicago house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are three remixes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planet of the Breaks&lt;/span&gt;: Matthew Herbert’s mix actually sounds a bit like Slam in places, whilst Jazzanova’s ‘mix of two halves’ with languid lounge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beats during the former, welded to an uptempo jazzy latter more characteristic; my favourite of the three is omar santana’s electro edit, with hip hop beats, computer game vocals and ominous synth strings. Another highlight is Jimpster’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurt Of A Nerd&lt;/span&gt;, a funky, bass-driven number with some 1970s inspired flute and strings. Closing track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinski Disko Fox Machine&lt;/span&gt; starts off like a Transglobal Underground track, with Eastern beats and driving bassline, before reverting to the more typical Groove Armada sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, just when you think it’s all over, there’s an extra tucked away at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leading off with some hilariously inept rapping, there is a brief acoustic/vocal reprise of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For A Few Euros More&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with sci-fi samples from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Big Tilt&lt;/span&gt; thrown in for good measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An hour or so’s worth of great tunes, with several surprises, make this a great album to hunt down on eBay or, better, in your local secondhand record store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And maybe I’ll get around to checking out Visit Venus one day too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tracklisting: 1. &lt;/span&gt;Space Nazis Must Die (rae &amp; christian rmx&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 2. &lt;/span&gt;For A Few Euros More (erobique dance mix&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 3. &lt;/span&gt;Planet of the Breaks (herbert remix&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 4. &lt;/span&gt;Planet Of The Breaks (jazzanova remix&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 5. &lt;/span&gt;Children Of The Rave Solution (visited by: funkstörung&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 6. &lt;/span&gt;Planet of the Breaks (omar santana edit&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;/ 7. &lt;/span&gt;The Big Tilt (dmx krew rmx&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; / 8. &lt;/span&gt;144.000 (runaways rmx&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 9. &lt;/span&gt;The Big Tilt (dj koze rmx&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 10. &lt;/span&gt;Hurt Of A Nerd (jimpster rmx&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 11. &lt;/span&gt;Kinski Disko Fox Machine (groove armada rmx&lt;span style=""&gt;) / 12. &lt;/span&gt;For A Few Euros More &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(reprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) [hidden track]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; 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Paco Medina&lt;br /&gt;(Marvel Team-Up (v3) #13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; “Games Godlings Play!” by Steve Gerber + Len Wein &amp; Jim Starlin (Giant Size Defenders #3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Tomb Of Dracula” by Robert Rodi &amp; Jamie Tolagson&lt;br /&gt;(Tomb Of Dracula (v4) #4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The Peerless Power Of The Silver Surfer” by Stan Lee &amp; Jack Kirby&lt;br /&gt;(Fantastic Four Annual #5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bumper 100 page issue celebrates &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MWOM&lt;/span&gt;’s half-century, no mean feat given the crowded UK newsstand comics market.  After a year long build up, the current &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marvel Team-Up&lt;/span&gt; run comes to an end with a climatic melee featuring Spider-Man, Hulk, Wolverine, Dr. Strange, She-Hulk, Ms. Marvel and Nova versus super super Skrull, Titannus.  Typically, the aftermath suggests that the story is far from over, but Robert Kirkman nevertheless provides a satisfying tale, with greatly improved art from Paco Medina.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomb Of Dracula&lt;/span&gt; also concludes with a major battle this issue, as Blade faces off against the titular Lord Of The Undead.  Despite the fact that the series has borne no resemblance whatsoever to it’s original (and unquestionably superior) incarnation, it’s been an enjoyable read.  Jamie Tolagson’s art has been a notable asset and surprisingly consistent, given the small army of inkers involved.  The Defenders return for an encounter with The Grandmaster, guest-starring original &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MWOM &lt;/span&gt;headliner Daredevil.  The story exemplifies Gerber and Starlin’s tendency in the 1970s to juxtapose ‘out there’ splash panels with huge swathes of text.  As with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomb Of Dracula&lt;/span&gt;, several ink artists are involved, though in this case predictably diminishing rather than enhancing Jim Starlin’s pencil layouts.  A fun, but unexceptional, addition.  Rounding off this anniversary issue is the Silver Surfer’s first ever solo story, courtesy of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby.  Frank Giacoia’s inks bring out the cosmic majesty of Kirby’s pencil art and whilst adversary Quasimodo isn’t the most memorable of Marvel villains, this is a great example of Lee and Kirby’s strengths as a creative force.  As ever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MWOM &lt;/span&gt;is an excellent showcase for the Marvel universe, it’s mix of the new and the old, the familiar and the obscure a winning formula that promises to keep on delivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panini comics &lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk/Home.jsp"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-2366811716193526515?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/2366811716193526515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=2366811716193526515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/2366811716193526515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/2366811716193526515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/12/stripping-down-11.html' title='Stripping Down #11'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZTwkVL45cI/AAAAAAAAABs/IEFN9UlXAaQ/s72-c/Sd11-mwom48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-875211266444165180</id><published>2006-12-27T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T11:41:56.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Stage Presence #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZJZkFL45aI/AAAAAAAAABc/hDirAAI0Pqk/s1600-h/rherring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZJZkFL45aI/AAAAAAAAABc/hDirAAI0Pqk/s160/rherring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZJZkFL45YI/AAAAAAAAABM/fmncjF7kgiE/s1600-h/rherring3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZJZkFL45YI/AAAAAAAAABM/fmncjF7kgiE/s160/rherring3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZJZkFL45ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/KQz5hQjGPHg/s1600-h/rherring4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZJZkFL45ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/KQz5hQjGPHg/s160/rherring4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Ménage à Un” by Richard Herring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Comedy Box, Hen &amp; Chicken, Bristol, 02/12/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the odd exception (Josie Long and Reginald D. Hunter, step forward), the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;acts at The Comedy Box have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at the very least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;entertaining . On thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s basis, and despite not having seen Richard Herring’s live act before, it seemed like a sure thing for a night of top notch comedy with a couple of friends.  What I forgot to take into account was the mercurial nature of the audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ence, who can often make or break a show, despite the best efforts of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rformer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s.  And so it was tonight.  Compere John Richardson seemed to have his work cut out for him, though over the course of the evening managed to bring the audience on side with some witty observations and brutal, but not aggressive, verbal lobs to the crowd.  Support act &lt;a href="http://www.leenelson.com/"&gt;Lee Nelson&lt;/a&gt;'s chav Londoner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZJZkVL45bI/AAAAAAAAABk/tCBKZaH_Vb0/s1600-h/rherring2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZJZkVL45bI/AAAAAAAAABk/tCBKZaH_Vb0/s160/rherring2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;persona was less successful.  To be honest, I just couldn’t see the point, when the real world version borders on self-parody and pretty much renders the whole of Nelson’s act redundant.  The minutes were peppered with irritating ‘innits’ and I found myself counting both down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the point when he left the stage, presumably to audition for a bit part on &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/guide/talent/t/tate_catherine.shtml"&gt;The Catherine Tate Show&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Digressing slightly, it’s worth briefly describing the atmosphere at this point. I’d say that roughly a third of the hundred or so people in the room seemed to be there to meet with friends and get drunk, the fact that there was a comedy show (which they’d paid for) also taking place largely incidental to their evening’s entertainment.  Our table was directly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;behind one such gathering that seemed to grow in number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s and volume as the evening progressed.  Directly blocking my wife and I’s view of the stage was a giraffe-like crusty with upwardly mobile dreads, paired with a bizarre hybrid of Billy Idol and Aggie from Channel 4’s &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/4homes/ontv/how_clean_is_your_house/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Clean Is Your House?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Man, woman or androgynous lab creation, I still couldn’t tell by evening’s end.  Each took turns to stand up to address friends across the table, go to the bar for drinks or just swap seats for the sake of it with a frequency that someone with ADD would be hard pressed to match. Having set the scene, I’ll add that Richard Herring had spent most of the time leading up to his performance on the sidelines, observing both the warm-up acts and the audience.  I’d have forgiven him for turning tail at this point and heading home.  However, he took to the stage, to the seeming indifference of (roughly a third of) the audience.  It was quickly apparent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that Herring’s material was going over the heads of Aggie Idol and friends, plus another table of ‘lads on the lash’, but this only seemed to encourage Herring to plumb deeper and darker with his material. Imagine an episode of Chris Morris’ &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.channel4.com/music/music-core/album.jsp?albumId=401956"&gt;Jam&lt;/a&gt; performed live on stage and you’re some way there.  Early in the set, Herring singled out a 16 year old girl in the front row, referring to her genitalia as a ‘squirrel’s ear’ and talked about popping the cap on her coffee jar.  All this whilst her parents squirmed with discomfort across the table (what were they thinking when they decided on this as a family night out?!)  This was probably the point where Herring lost (at least) another third of the audience, the line between stage persona and reality smudged beyond recognition for many.  Some of the material was more accessible, including an amusing skit on ‘sky potatoes’ and a riff on two (intentionally) ill defined characters that end up sidelining their creator and hogging the stage.  However, for the most part, Herring largely continued to poke at the membrane separating comfort and unease, which included exploring the desire to fornicate with the crucified Jesus’ orifices, to a collective admonishing tut from (by now at least) three quarters of the assemblage.  Ménage à Un is a difficult show to watch and the crowd, who seemed to be predominantly seeking inoffensive, unchallenging, ‘easy’ laughs, were never going to ‘get’ it. I think this had an effect on Herring, particularly towards the end, which is a shame.  If there’s no room for performers like Richard Herring, who are prepared to challenge convention, push the envelope and take risks with their material, then the world really has become a sad, narrow minded place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Herring's &lt;a href="http://www.richardherring.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-875211266444165180?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/875211266444165180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=875211266444165180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/875211266444165180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/875211266444165180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/12/stage-presence-9a.html' title='Stage Presence #9'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPs9u5LF0DE/RZJZkFL45aI/AAAAAAAAABc/hDirAAI0Pqk/s72-c/rherring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-9116252778685834563</id><published>2006-12-03T08:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-06T06:25:22.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/1600/84684/Sd10-AU73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/160/645273/Sd10-AU73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Avengers United #73 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Earth’s Mightiest Heroes” by Joe Casey &amp; Scott Kolins (Earth’s Mightiest Heroes #5-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“The End…And Beginning!” by Jim Shooter + David Michelinie &amp; David Wenzel (The Avengers (v1) #175)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“A Viper In Our Midst!” by Stan Lee &amp; Jack Kirby (Journey Into Mystery (v1) #115)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h’s Mightiest Heroes&lt;/span&gt; is the latest in a long line of series that attempt to reinvent or retcon (retroactively insert continuity into) Stan Lee, Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko’s formative classics.  Some, like John Byrne’s risible&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Spider-Man: Chapter One&lt;/span&gt; have been quickly (and quite rightly) dismissed by both readers and Marvel themselves. Joe Casey’s Avengers series succeeds by exploring and expanding Stan Lee’s stories, rather than simply updating them for a modern audience. I particularly like the revelation that Hawkeye’s imminent in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;duction to the team results from a meeting with erstwhile butler Jarvis, rather than the recommendation of his employer Tony Stark, aka Iron Man.  This issue also focuses on Captain America’s crippling obsession with seeking vengeance on Nazi mastermind Baron Zemo for the death of his partner Bucky at the tail end of World War II.  In both cases, the back stories render the original tales more plausible whilst remaining true to Lee’s vision for the characters.  Whilst I’m not overly keen on Scott Kolins’ rendition of Thor, and the colour art occasionally makes his pencil art murky and difficult to follow, the visuals on the whole have been an asset to Casey’s writing.  The Michael saga has long been one of my favourite Avengers stories and is a welcome addition to this title's archive section.  The pace necessarily slows this issue t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o allow for the eponymous character’s origin and motivation to be revealed, but the cliffhanger promises an action packed final two instalments.  Despite the fact that the enormous cast of characters results in their being slightly sidelined, it’s also been good to see the Guardians Of The Galaxy in these pages. A reprint of their origin story, drawn by the mighty Gene Colan, would be welcome in an upcoming issue of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mighty World Of Marvel&lt;/span&gt;.  I suspect this may not be the popular view, but I’d be happy to see the back of the second archive strip, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales Of Asgard&lt;/span&gt;.  Never a highlight of my Marvel UK comic experience as a kid, these stories really haven’t aged well, with last issue’s take on Little Red Riding Hood the nadir of a consistently underwhelming series.  Vince Colletta’s half-arsed inking doesn’t help; I’ve never rated him as an artist, but his treatment of Jack Kirby’s potentially powerful art borders on the criminal.  I’d like to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tales Of Asgard &lt;/span&gt;replaced by another back-up strip or, equally preferable, a return to the informative and well-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;written Avengers Spotlight features, which have taken a back seat of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/1600/842270/Sd10-WD132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/160/369267/Sd10-WD132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wolverine &amp; Deadpool #132 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Enemy Of The State” by Mark Millar &amp; John Romita Jr (Wolverine (v2) #20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“If It Ain’t Broke--!” by Chris Claremont &amp; John Buscema (Wolverine (v1) #8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“A Kiss, A Curse, A Cure” by Joe Kelly &amp; Steve Harris (Deadpool/Death Annual 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;owing Greg Rucka and Darick Robertson’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Return Of The Native&lt;/span&gt;, which was beautiful to look at but a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; frustratingly sluggish read, Mark Millar and John Romita Jr debut with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enemy Of The State&lt;/span&gt;.  Hitting the ground running, an exciting opening instalment sees Wolverine go AWOL after being ambushed by zombie ninjas in Japan.  SHIELD discover Wolverine sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; later on the brink of death; however, it quickly transpires that he has been brainwashed by Hydra in the intervening period and proceeds to go on a killing spree. Millar’s script plays to his strengths, creating tension and uncertainty in both the characters and the reader.  The ever versatile Romita Jr enhances the atmosphere considerably with dark, claustrophobic art that cements his reputation as one of the greatest artists working in mainstream comics today.  In a single issue, Wolverine has once again become a “must read”.  The second Wolverine story reprints the early issues of his 1988 (first) ongoing solo series.  At this point in time, writer Chris Claremont had driven the X-Men into a rut and although the same propensity for overwriting, belaboured points and implausible plots is evident h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ere, there’s also a sense of fun and vitality lacking in the ‘parent’ title.  This is particularly highlighted in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this issue’s conclusion of a two-part story featuring the Hulk.  Both characters have adopted alternate identities: the Hulk as smart, grey-skinned mob muscle Joe Fixit; Wolverine as the less convincing and flimsily concealed ‘Patch’, keeping rival crime bosses in check on the island of Madripoor. Much of the entertainment is provided by the characters’ awareness of each other’s true identity, Wolverine setting the Hulk up for a series of prat falls to amusing effect. There’s a plot hiding in here somewhere, but it’s subordinate to the comedy antics.  Une&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ncumbered by the mismatched pairing in previous issues with inker Al Williamson, John Buscema’s art shines here.  Co-feature Deadpool’s origin concludes in typically leftfield fashion as his mutant powers kick into overdrive and yet another relationship hits the skids.  Given that Deadpool’s latest paramour is the embodiment of Death, this is perhaps no bad thing.  Guest artist Steve Harris is no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for series regular Walter McDaniel and produces some patchy visuals that fail to do writer Joe Kelly’s script justice.  That said, Deadpool continues to be a surprisingly rich comic book experience (which I completely misse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d the first time around) and an appropriate counterpoint to Wolverine’s grimmer and less self-deprecating narratives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/1600/868829/Sd10-BL41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/160/593643/Sd10-BL41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tman Legends #41 (Panini UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Family Reunion” by Judd Winick &amp; Paul Lee + Doug Mahnke (Batman (v1) #640-641)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“To Kill A Legend!” by Alan Brennert &amp; Dick Giordano (Detective Comics (v1) #500)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a sudden, but on reflection unsurprising, move DC have renewed their Batman licence in the UK with Titan, bringing Panini’s title to an abrupt end.  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lthough an anomaly in Panini’s otherwise exclusively Marvel focused Collectors’ Edition line,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Batman Legends&lt;/span&gt; has been a consistently enjoyable read and I, for one, am sorry to see it go.  Thankfully, the final issue ties up the current storyline and (most) plot threads, thereby providing a perfect jumping off point.  Two thirds of this issue are devoted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Reunion&lt;/span&gt;, as Batman discovers that Jason Todd, aka the former Robin Mk II, believed murdered by The Joker, has somehow come back to life as extreme vigilante The Red Hood.  Judd Winick’s deft script delivers plenty of action and a satisfying denouement, Batman struggling to comprehend both Todd’s resurrection and hardline stance on battling crime.  Artist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paul Lee is a disappointing stand-in for Doug Mahnke in the first instalment, but Mahnke returns with a visually powerful final chapter.  The how’s and why’s of Jason Todd’s return are not explained here, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Reunion&lt;/span&gt; is nevertheless a fitting conclusion to a series that has cont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inually exceeded Jeph Loeb and Jim Lee’s frankly over-hyped Hush that launched Batman Legends.  The archive section has also been a delight, with classics from Denny O’Neill and Neal Adams, Frank Miller’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Year One &lt;/span&gt;and Alan Grant and Norm Breyfogle’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anarky&lt;/span&gt;, to name a few.  This issue doesn’t disappoint with 1981’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Kill A Legend,&lt;/span&gt; a story that prefigures DC’s later &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elseworlds &lt;/span&gt;stories by exploring an alternate world where Batman is able to prevent the murder of his parents.  As you might expect, artist Dick Giordano delivers the goods here with some wonderfully realised pages.  All in all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Legends &lt;/span&gt;ends on the same high note that it’s frequently held throughout it’s three-year run.  Titan are relaunching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Legends&lt;/span&gt; on December 21st.  Acknowledging Panini’s success, they are largely replicating the formula, mirroring not only the title but also the Collectors’ Edition branding and three story format.  However, the new series will focus on Frank Miller and Jim Lee’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Star Batman &amp; Robin The Boy Wonder&lt;/span&gt;, Grant Morrison and Andy Kubert’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman and Son&lt;/span&gt; and, most depressingly, Jeph Loeb and Michael Turner’s turgid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superman/Batman&lt;/span&gt; series.  Although any misgivings I had about a UK Batman title were more than amply addressed by Panini’s assured handling of the title and choice of current and archive material, Titan’s revamp on the surface lacks appeal.  Like I said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Batman Legends&lt;/span&gt; #41 provides a perfect jumping off point and… I’m poised on the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Panini UK comics &lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titan Magazines' &lt;a href="http://www.titanmagazines.co.uk/titanmag/app;jsessionid=1F32B4BA8432ADDCEA39FD68C9BE2518?service=external/Product&amp;sp=S780"&gt;Batman Legends&lt;/a&gt; mini-site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-9116252778685834563?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/9116252778685834563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=9116252778685834563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/9116252778685834563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/9116252778685834563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/12/stripping-down-10.html' title='Stripping Down #10'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-1309843386310369901</id><published>2006-11-27T10:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:46:11.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Stage Presence #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/1600/AdamHillsTicket0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 212px; height: 97px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/320/AdamHillsTicket0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“Characterful” by Adam Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Tobacco Factory, Bristol, 19/11/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As he ambles cheerfully onstage, the immediate impression of Aussie Adam Hills is that he’s a bloody friendly bloke and – judging by the resounding welcome – well loved.  Hills engages with members of the audience from the outset, encouraging and including their humorous input, rather than extracting it at their expense.  As the title suggests, Hills’ show focuses on his preceived lack of character in contemporary society, skillfully creating a stand-up performance that that this full of it, whether through personal anecdotes, political commentary or frequent audience participation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/1600/adamhills01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 132px; height: 201px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/320/adamhills01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adam Hills’ style could be described as gentle or easy going, but don’t confuse this with unchallenging, safe or boring; Hills is laconic without being laidback, insightful without being spiteful.  How many comedians have you seen display their artificial foot as a prelude to a hilarious true story about applying for a drivign licence, or encourage a theatre full of people to engage in a bout of “tummy drumming”? After two hours’ consistently entertaining stand up, it was easy to believe Adam Hills’ expressions of disappointment that it was time to go home.  I felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Hills &lt;a href="http://www.adamhills.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-1309843386310369901?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/1309843386310369901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=1309843386310369901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/1309843386310369901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/1309843386310369901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/11/stage-presence-8.html' title='Stage Presence #8'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-6977224742353341174</id><published>2006-11-26T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:46:49.789Z</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/1600/415570/JJ23_OneDove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left; width: 175px; height: 178px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/320/864195/JJ23_OneDove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One Dove “Morning Dove White” (1993)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pure and simple, one of the great lost bands and underrated albums of the 1990s.  On paper, it’s hard to see how One Dove could fail.  Their blend of dub-driven club-friendly pop, shaped by Dot Allison’s breathless vocals, caught the attention of Andrew Weatherall, whose own &lt;a href="http://www.discogs.com/artist/Sabres+Of+Paradise,+The"&gt;Sabres Of Paradise&lt;/a&gt; remixes gave the band an added dancefloor cachet.  Getting Weatherall on board to produce One Dove’s debut album was an astute move, given his infleunce on Primal Scream’s seminal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screamadelica&lt;/span&gt;, but seemingly at odds with the sound presented through their singles.  Whilst the 12” mixes continued to aim for the heart of the dancefloor, including jaw dropping reworkings of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Love&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;by Slam and Secret Knowledge (aka Kris Needs) respectively, Stephen Hague and William Orbit delivered more homogenised mixes for radio airplay.  The latter takes toned down the bass and left Allison’s occasionally weak vocals too exposed.  On this basis, hardly a great incentive to buy the album.  But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning Dove White&lt;/span&gt; remains one of Weatherall’s finest achievements and only hints at what this Scottish trio could have achieved had they not been drained by record industry politics.  The vinyl version spread tracks 1-9 over four sides of vinyl, but in fact the CD provides the most complete listening experience.  The version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fallen &lt;/span&gt;which opens the album is breathtaking and complements Weatherall’s ten-minute remix of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Love&lt;/span&gt;. The producer’s influence threatens to subsume the band’s identity only once, with instrumental &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Friend&lt;/span&gt; sounding more like a Sabres of Paradise outtake rather than One Dove.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There Goes The Cure&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why Don’t You Take Me&lt;/span&gt; provide the album’s most downtempo moments.  The latter at times evokes &lt;a href="http://www.colinvearncombe.com/"&gt;Black&lt;/a&gt;’s maudlin classic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonderful Life &lt;/span&gt;and showcases Dot Allison’s reflective songwriting, developed to great effect on her two subsequent solo albums.  Provided you skip Stephen Hague’s ‘radio mixes’ of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakdown &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Love&lt;/span&gt;, both thoughtlessly tacked onto the end of the CD, I challenge you not to fall in love with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning Dove White&lt;/span&gt; after a single listen.  If you don’t, then check your pulse, because I suspect you may be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Fallen / 2. White Love (guitar paradise mix) / 3. Breakdown (cellophone boat mix) / 4. There Goes The Cure / 5. Sirens / 6. My Friend / 7. Transient Truth / 8. Why Don’t You Take Me / 9. White Love (piano reprise) / 10. Breakdown (radio mix) / 11. White Love (radio mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Dove &lt;a href="http://www.onedove.net/"&gt;fan site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot Allison offical &lt;a href="http://www.dotallison.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Weatherall's Rotters Golf Club &lt;a href="http://www.rottersgolfclub.co.uk/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/1600/664344/JJ23-Repro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left; width: 179px; height: 179px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/320/549121/JJ23-Repro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Human League “Reproduction” (1979)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like most people of my age, my introduction to The Human League was through &lt;a href="http://www.smashhits.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smash Hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (RIP), &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/totp/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top Of The Pops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (RIP) and their genre defining album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dare &lt;/span&gt;(still going strong). I remember being fascinated by (and equally squeamish about) the striking cover to this, their first album proper, when seeing it stacked in HMV.  This may account for the reason why it took me the best part of a decade to listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reproduction &lt;/span&gt;and a further fifteen years to buy a copy.  The first thing to strike me is what a bloody good record it is.  Built around the core of Ian Craig Marsh and Martyn Ware (who went on to form &lt;a href="http://www.heaven17.com/"&gt;Heaven 17&lt;/a&gt;), Phil Oakey and Philip Adrian Wright, the album’s layered electronic sound lays the foundations for both The Human League’s own subsequent material and the synth pop revolution.  This is particularly evident in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empire State Human&lt;/span&gt; (which should have been a massive hit) and their cover of The Righteous Brothers’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling&lt;/span&gt;.  This reissue doubles the original album’s number of tracks, notably with the original single version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being Boiled &lt;/span&gt;(subsequently sampled by &lt;a href="http://www.blackmelody.com/"&gt;Richard X&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dignity Of Labour Parts 1-4&lt;/span&gt;, replete with the bonus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flexi Disc&lt;/span&gt; issued with limited copies of the 12” EP.  The latter is an extract from the band’s conversation about what to put on the flexi disc in the first place and makes for hilarious listening.  These days, The Human League may be earning a crust from touring their early 1980s heyday but both this and follow-up album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Travelogue &lt;/span&gt;are a testament to the band’s groundbreaking songwriting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Almost Medieval / 2. Circus Of Death / 3. The Path Of Least Resistance / 4. Blind Youth / 5. The Word Before Last / 6. Empire State Human / 7. Morale... You've Lost That Loving Feeling / 8. Austerity / Girl One (medley) / 9. Zero As A Limit / 10. Introducing / 11. The Dignity Of Labour Part 1 / 12. The Dignity Of Labour Part 2 / 13. The Dignity Of Labour Part 3 / 14. The Dignity Of Labour Part 4 / 15. Flexi Disc / 16. Being Boiled (fast version) / 17. Circus Of Death (fast version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of Human League fan sites worth a look, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.league-online.com/"&gt;Secrets Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blindyouth.co.uk/"&gt;Blind Youth&lt;/a&gt; (specifically covering their 1977-1980 material)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-6977224742353341174?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/6977224742353341174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=6977224742353341174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6977224742353341174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/6977224742353341174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/11/jukebox-juicebox-23.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #23'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-4984165542536667776</id><published>2006-11-23T06:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:48:22.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Bang(ers) Out Of Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/1600/978661/Welsh%20Dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/688/1757/320/697526/Welsh%20Dragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was simultaneously amused and dismayed by the news that Powys Council’s trading standards department have brandished the cosh on one of it’s popular local products.  Black Mountains Smokery have been advised to relabel their Welsh Dragon Sausages, to include the word pork, to ensure that vegetarians do not mistakenly buy the product believing them to be meat free. Sounding far more cloak and dagger than reality suggests, Powys Council were “tipped off” that the sausages breached the 1996 Food Labelling Act.  I guess the assumption here is that vegetarians are a largely illiterate lot (my wife would strongly disagree) and therefore incapable of reading the word pork on the ingredients list, cunningly placed as it is ahead of other items such as leek and chilli.  When I buy Welsh Dragon Sausages from my local butchers, they’re displayed amongst a cornucopia of raw flesh – again, a heavy hint to vegetarians that these product ‘may contain traces of meat’.  Despite Powys Council conceding that they “don’t think anyone would imagine that dragon meat was being used” (well, hoo-bloody-ray for common sense!), you have to wonder if their trading standards staff have a little too much time on their hands.  What’s next in the firing line?  The good old Cumberland?  The Frankfurter?  Toad In The Hole?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black Mountains Smokery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.smoked-foods.co.uk/CW_Products.aspx?PID=0"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (go to News for other links to this item) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-4984165542536667776?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/4984165542536667776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=4984165542536667776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/4984165542536667776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/4984165542536667776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/11/bangers-out-of-order.html' title='Bang(ers) Out Of Order'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-9097524020858818752</id><published>2006-11-12T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:19:24.758Z</updated><title type='text'>Stage Presence #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Health warning: these reviews are laden with puns, some intentional, most inexcusable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/1600/SD7-Mark_Thomas%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left; width: 248px; height: 109px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/320/SD7-Mark_Thomas%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As Used On The Famous Nelson Mandela” by Mark Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Tobacco Factory, Bristol, 26/10/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/1600/SD7-Mark_Thomas%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left; width: 132px; height: 164px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/320/SD7-Mark_Thomas%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve seen several of Mark Thomas’ live shows, though these have tended to be ‘works in progress’, performed in the pleasingly retro working mens’ club environment of The Comedy Box, above the Hen &amp; Chicken pub in Ashton.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Used On The Famous Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mandela&lt;/span&gt; is part of a ‘proper’ tour and has consequently resulted in a shift to a larger venue, albeit only a few hundred yards down the road.  The Comedy Box’s fag-smoke laden (more imagined since it’s ban on smoking) air provides an intimate, almost confessional atmosphere, the microphone almost superfluous as the comedian performs to an audience of no more than a hundred. The Tobacco Factory couldn’t be more different, adopting the air of a university lecture theatre, with seemingly three times the number of people squeezed into rigid rows of plastic seating and jostling to catch sight of the performer on stage.  However, given that his shows are effectively political commentaries and calls to action, Thomas is equally at home in either venue and plays to his strengths.  Tying in with his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;debut novel of the same name, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;recent Channel 4 documentary &lt;a href="http://www.newstatesman.com/Economy/200604030014"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After School Arms Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Used On The Famous Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt; sees the global arms trade squarely in Thomas’ sights.  The show covers Thomas’ attempts to challenge the law governing political demonstrations in Parliament Square, his attendance at an arms trade fair and efforts to expose loopholes in arms trade laws that culminated in a controversial unbroadcast BBC &lt;a href="http://www.spinwatch.org/content/view/2088/9/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newsnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; article about the Hinduja Brothers.  There’s no doubting Mark Thomas’ commitment (or research – the show is positively loaded with facts and stats), but his disarming delivery prevents it coming across as political ranting and/or bullying.  Where Thomas succeeds is in populating his narratives with well defined characters, challenging stereotypes and separating the (often relatively likeable) people from their questionable occupations.  If you’ve not seen Mark Thomas before, then try to.  As his website states, if you’re not pissed off, you’re not paying attention.  Time to wake up and smell the smoking gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official Mark Thomas &lt;a href="http://www.markthomasinfo.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/1600/SP7-brand%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left; width: 263px; height: 96px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/320/SP7-brand%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shame” by Russell Brand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bristol Hippodrome, 29/10/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/1600/SP7-brand%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/688/1757/320/SP7-brand%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Russell Brand is undoubtedly the comedian du jour, thanks to a strikingly retro style makeover and his brand of high octane presentation seen on Channel 4’s &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/bigbrother/bbbm/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Brother’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/bigbrother/bbbm/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/R/russell_brand/index.html"&gt;Russell Brand’s Got Issues&lt;/a&gt;, as well as his BBC &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/6music/shows/russell_brand/"&gt;Radio 6&lt;/a&gt; show (moving imminently to &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/shows/brand/index.shtml"&gt;Radio 2&lt;/a&gt;).  Much as I enjoy his on-screen presence, I’ll admit to wondering if this could translate to a full stand up show, particularly in a humongous venue like the Bristol Hippodrome.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phill_Jupitus"&gt;Phill Jupitus&lt;/a&gt; is a case in point: often funny on quiz shows like &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbctwo/programmes/?id=buzzcocks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Mind The Buzzcocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; died on his arse during his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quadrophobia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;tour &lt;/span&gt;at the Bristol Old Vic in 2000, thanks to a complete humour bypass.  But I digress.  Warm up was provided by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trevor_Lock"&gt;Trevor Lock&lt;/a&gt;, Brand’s Radio 6 sidekick, but half baked is probably a more apt description.  Lock’s dapper appearance and delivery disappointingly resemble little more than Russell Brand Lite™. An over reliance on bland ‘stream of consciousness’ musings and a frankly tiresome heckler do not make for an inspiring show, so it was relief when Mr. Brand himself finally appeared on stage.  There’s no denying that Russell Brand is an eye-catching, engaging personality., describing himself as an ‘S&amp;M Willy Wonka’ or ‘Victorian pimp’.  In fact, the long, back-combed bouffant and all-black attire, including neck scarf, ammunition belt, skin tight ladies’ jeans and winkle pickers will remind  those of a certain age (and musical taste) of a &lt;a href="http://www.fields-of-the-nephilim.com/"&gt;Fields Of The Nephilim&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.tylaandthedogsdamour.com/"&gt;Dogs D’Amour&lt;/a&gt;* hybrid.  Brand gets off to a slow start, exploring the Hippodrome’s ornamental balconies framing the stage, then returning to a bar stool and flicking through a copy of the &lt;a href="http://www.epost.co.uk/"&gt;Bristol Evening Post&lt;/a&gt;.  Amusing though Brand’s critiques of the day’s ‘big’ stories are, and despite his insistence that the show itself has yet to start, stretching this ‘prelude’ over half an hour is a tad indulgent. However, Brand really hits his stride as the focus shifts to himself, more specifically, his addictions to drugs (former) and sex (ongoing).  Despite some graphic descriptions (and miming) of his exploits, Brand conveys this sometimes cautionary, sometimes celebratory tales in an amusing and accessible manner.  I have to confess at this point that, thanks to a stinking cold, I was heavily medicated and am embarrassed to admit that I nodded off on a couple of occasions (thankfully brief and drool free).  This should not be seen as a reflection on Russell Brand’s excitable and exciting show.  Unlike Mark Thomas, who seems capable of running and running, there’s an inherent fear that Russell Brand will implode in the not too distant future.  In light of this, I’d recommend that you catch this talented performer while you can.  Russell Brand may have issues, but an active and appreciative audience seems to be damned good therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I discovered whilst writing this that Tyla from the Dogs D'Amour played an acoustic gig in Bristol the night before.  Maybe he and Russell Brand are a shape shifting single entity, after all. 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Following a year of pretty heavy s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;torylines, culminating in the Fantastic Four meeting God (as played by Jack Kirby), we’re back into more familiar territory with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dysfunctional&lt;/span&gt;. Waid and Kesel’s script introduces an intriguing pair of femme fatales in Salamandra and Cole, respectively the ex-wife and daughter of the aforementioned Wizard. However, a couple of narrative points niggle: I’m not entirely convinced by the Wizard’s casual dispatch of long-time compatriot The Trapster. Also, the omission of fellow founding member The Sandman seems odd, given The Wizard’s ‘reh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;abilitation’ of the character in The Astonishing Spider-Man a while back. Then again, the latter’s current whereabouts could well have been explained in another title that hasn’t seen the light of day on this side of the pond. Whilst stretched (no pun intended) rather thinly over two issues, with at least one more to follow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dysfunctional &lt;/span&gt;is an enjoyable old school Fantastic Four story, combining humour and drama. Paco Medina’s art is strongly reminiscent of series regular Mike Wieringo, though crosses the line into overtly cartoony that the latter more expertly treads. Stan Lee and Jack Kirby’s regular archive feature spotlights the debut of the Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;per Skrull. Not one of their finest stories, it nevertheless contains some memorable moments, not least the opening sequence showing the FF sitting in front of the TV before Reed and Sue head off for a swim. Municipal pool by car? Nah, Hawaii by ICBM, of course! Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panini UK comics &lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2000AD Extreme Edition #18 (Rebellion)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/SD9-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/SD9-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Shako!” by Pat Mills + John Wagner&lt;br /&gt;&amp; various (2000AD #20-35)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The Shop That Sold Everything!” by Grant Morrison &amp; John Stokes (2000AD #477)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Project Overkill” by Kelvin Gosnell &amp; Ian Gibson + Jesus Redondo (2000AD #119-126)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;concept of cover feature &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shako &lt;/span&gt;– (stupid) man versus (smart) beast – is familiar. In this case, the eponymous character is an omnivorous polar bear wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o inadvertently swallows a canister of experimental nerve gas after a US plane is downed in the Arctic Circle. Cue a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;succession of predominantly sadistic, gung-ho Americans who attempt to kill Shako, but ultimately are fodder for a slew of inventive deaths. Over sixteen episodes, even Mills and Wagner struggle to avoid repetition, not helped by a constantly changing rota of Spanish artists that vary wildly in quality. Half-hearted morale aside, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shako &lt;/span&gt;provides some mindless entertainment for an hour or so. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project Overkill&lt;/span&gt;, another early series, follows a similarly well-worn path, that of the lone hero taking on a sinister government agency. The art, by Ian Gibson and Jesus Redondo, is much more consistent and cohere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nt than Shako, as you might expect. However, after a slow build, Kelvin Gosnell’s story comes to an abrupt, albeit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;conclusive, end after eight episodes. It’s difficult to judge if Project Overkill was a deliberate filler, or was curtailed after failing to engage 2000AD readers. However, the sense that the series feels truncated means that it doesn’t really make a lasting impression as a consequence. Finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tharg’s Future Shocks&lt;/span&gt;, sandwiched between the two main features, is thematically speaking somewhat incongruous, but the involvement of Grant Morrison and John Stokes is enough to justify it’s inclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2000AD website – &lt;a href="http://www.2000adonline.com/?zone=reprint&amp;page=profiles"&gt;Extreme Edition page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negative Burn #3 (Image/Desperado)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/SD9-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/SD9-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by various&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A striking cover by Tomislav Tikulin fronts the latest issue of this black-an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d-white anthology which, despite the involvement of a major publisher and several well-known professionals, retains a pleasingly small-press feel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stone Devil&lt;/span&gt;, the first of eleven (count ‘em, eleven) features, is a marvellous Faustian tale with deft scripting by Phil Hester and s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uitably bleak art by Federico Dallocchio. Danijel Zezlj’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exterminador&lt;/span&gt; offers a striking visuals but is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let down by a narrative that somehow manages to be clichéd, superficial and obtuse all at once. Similarly, 9/11 story &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Up &lt;/span&gt;is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;disappointment, with Paul Jenkins delivering an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unusually stilted monologue and Kevin Stokes’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; cartoony style sitting rather uncomfortably with the story’s tone and subject matter. Like Danijel Zezlj’s contribution, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Empty Canvas&lt;/span&gt; by R.G. Taylor is a case of style over substance. His insight into the artistic process looks great, but I felt that the strip had little more to say, in literal and expressive terms, and consequently is rather forgettable. Whilst stuck in critical mode, I’ll fire off a final salvo at Graeme Neil Reid’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3rd  Time Lucky?&lt;/span&gt;. It’s a well executed piece, but suffers from an over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;familiar theme and, as the closing comic strip, means th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at the anthology ends on a rather flat note. Happily, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Negative Burn #3&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;considerably more pros than cons. Brian Bolland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;contributes an amusing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Mamoulian&lt;/span&gt; skit on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;daydreaming, whilst Frazer Irving allows a peek at seven pages of extracts from his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sketchbook&lt;/span&gt;, which is a delight, whilst only hinting at the range and breadth of this talented creator. I’m unfamiliar with who – or what – Matthew Smith’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fade &lt;/span&gt;is but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signs &amp; Wonders 1: Legacies&lt;/span&gt;, the issue's sole serial, offers an intriguing opening instalment with sketchy yet atmospheric line work. Rivalling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stone Devil &lt;/span&gt;as my favourites this issue are a trio of very different tales. Mike O’Neill and Alex Apps produce a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hilarious cautionary tale about accepting a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free Lunch &lt;/span&gt;from ninjas. Superhero satire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken &lt;/span&gt;is another winner, with a smart idea by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dean Haspiel wonderfully realised by Michel Fiffe’s detailed art. However, Jim Alexander and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jon Haward’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conjoined Sins&lt;/span&gt;, featuring their gumshoe detective creation Sideburns, is perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stone Devil&lt;/span&gt;’s most serious competition for best comic strip. If you’ve read my previous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripping Down&lt;/span&gt; reviews, you’ll know that I’ve highly rated their previous superhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ro material. Rest assured, Jim Alexander’s smartly scripted tale of betrayal and deceit doesn’t disappoint, with strong dialogue and characters. Seemingly shot directly from detailed pencil art, there’s an edgy quality to Jon Haward’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;visuals that arguably ranks it as one of his finest pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ces of work to date. As a fellow bearer of mutton chops, I can only call for more Sideburns, please. Anthologies can be a bit hit and miss, but there’s plenty in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Negative Burn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#3 &lt;/span&gt;to make it a worthwhile investment of your time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperado Publishing - &lt;a href="http://www.desperado.lightcubed.com/BOOKS/NegativeBurn.htm"&gt;Negative Burn page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negotiating The Beast (Downright Bockedy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/SD9-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/SD9-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Sean Mac Roibin &amp; John Robbins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A welcome collection of previously published work, comprising a single text piece, an introduction-cum-obituary for Mac Roibin by his artistic foil (alter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ego) John Robbins, and twenty one-page stories. Essentially a hybrid of prose and comic strip, neither medium is compromised. Nor for that matter is the narrative focus; the cover (perhaps wisely) warns that “cumulative effects may cause irreversible damage”. Broadly speaking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Negotiating The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beast&lt;/span&gt; not only examines the underbelly of humanity, but slits it open and extracts the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;contents. Whether conveyed in the first- or third-person, there is a detachment to the writing th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at lends the humorous pieces a discomfiting quality and makes the frequently unsettling scenarios even more provocative. There are literary comparisons – Will Self, Ian McEwan and Derek Raymond immediately spring to mind – but Mac Roibin’s writing offers an intensely individual and incredibly consistent vision. Likewise, John Robbin’s art is versatile enough to realise – and frequently heighten – the atmosphere of the stories. The darker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;narratives are brought to life through expressionistic brush and ink work, juxtaposing with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;detailed cartoon line work on the overtly comical or purportedly autobiographical tales. Of the latter, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;’s Basketry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Waiting Room&lt;/span&gt; are of particular note. At the other extreme, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Delay In The Evil Registering &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something In The Way&lt;/span&gt; deliver two of the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chilling narratives that I’ve read in any comic, with crap-inducing final panels that linger disturbingly in the mind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Negotiating The Beast&lt;/span&gt; is never an easy or comfortable read, which is exactly what makes it an essential purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sean Mac Roibin &amp; John Robbins’ &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/rhubarb108/index.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-116175195712656837?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/116175195712656837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=116175195712656837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/116175195712656837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/116175195712656837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/10/stripping-down-9_25.html' title='Stripping Down #9'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-116153708203867586</id><published>2006-10-22T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:16.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Reading Allowed #3 - Holiday Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;Intelligent, intriguing and inspiring, often simultaneously:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/RA3-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/RA3-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/RA3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/RA3-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/RA3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/RA3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the bastard offspring of 'Carry On'&lt;br /&gt;(not intended as a recommendation):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/RA3-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/RA3-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-116153708203867586?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/116153708203867586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=116153708203867586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/116153708203867586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/116153708203867586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/10/reading-allowed-3-holiday-snapshots.html' title='Reading Allowed #3 - Holiday Snapshots'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-116136732924382478</id><published>2006-10-20T19:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:16.479Z</updated><title type='text'>Stage Presence #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/pinter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/pinter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“The Birthday Party” by Harold Pinter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bristol Old Vic, 14/10/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Determined to avoid our usual last minute arrival at the theatre, we travelled by car and arrived in plenty of time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After stopping at the lovingly restored Victorian surround of Queen Square, I then wasted much of the gained time by fruitlessly plugging coins into three parking meters before finding a fourth that swallowed my money &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; gave me the desired ticket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still, things were looking up as we entered the Old Vic and managed to not only order drinks for the interval but also get a pre-show sup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were sitting in the largely empty upstairs ‘courtyard’ when, after a few minutes, a couple of men sat at the next table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their small (but loud) talk focused on whether or not either had a girlfriend, suggesting that they really didn’t know each other that well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the unavoidable feature of the pair was that the elder of the two had chronic hiccups.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Belcher (as I’ll affectionately refer to him) seemed incapable of completing a sentence without an inappropriately placed vocal semi-colon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I hope he’s not sitting near us,” wished my beloved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had tickets for the upper circle; we usually try out different areas and vantage points in the theatre, albeit generally in the stalls or the dress circle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was our first time in the balcony area, though I had memories of being stuck behind a column in ‘The Gods’ during school visits, meaning that my view was usually restricted to one half of the stage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On this occasion, a steep descent took us to our seats in the front row, which seemed to overlook the fact that people predominantly possess knees , or indeed legs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the remainder of the audience noisily filed in, my love looked over her shoulder and gasped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A party of five were descending the stairs: two were clearly ‘in charge’, adopting the roles of carer; Belcher was numbered amongst the remaining three.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We watched agog as the two carers assisted an aged man, replete with beer bottle glasses, pirate’s eye patch and walking sticks, take precarious step by precarious step.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Silently praying that at some point the group would stop and filter into a row of seating, they eventually did, in the row directly behind us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although we’d stopped staring at this point (I don’t think I was squeezing my eyes shut yet), we could easily pinpoint the group’s location at all times, thanks to Belcher’s spasmodic exclamations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a temporary grace period as the group settled into their seats, until their sole female member decided to swap seats with Belcher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clambering into the front row, there was a heart-stoppingly interminable moment when the woman, legs akimbo as she straddled the row of chairs, lurched sickeningly over the balcony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A collective shudder anticipated the woman’s inevitable plunge into the lap of a patron in the stalls, but she surprised us all by regaining her balance and hopping back into the newly-vacated seat behind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In their final pre-show act, the group gave me the dubious pleasure of taking their photo – a last request before they all met an untimely but ultimately clumsy death? – before settling down as the lights dimmed and the play began.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to be honest: don’t know much about Pinter, beyond an alleged predilection for dramatic pregnant pauses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not so with &lt;i&gt;The Birthday Party&lt;/i&gt;, for Belcher was able to fill each deliberate silence with a wretched outcry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that he was alone: the South West branch of The Haemorrhoid Sufferers’ Association seemed to be well represented, judging by the loops of squeaking chairs throughout.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, the only thing missing from this veritable frogs’ chorus of croaking and creaking was Sir Paul McCartney.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About an hour into the first half, Belcher finally had the decency to leave, though by this time the potential nuances of Pinter’s writing had completely passed me by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a much needed interval whiskey and hurriedly smoked cigarette, we saw that Belcher had rejoined the party for the final act.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amazingly, the hiccups had not abated and, after about ten minutes of rhythmic yelping, we overheard a female voice in crisp RP, tersely admonish, “This is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; acceptable!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the carers retorted, “It’s an involuntary reaction – chill out, man!” to which (I was surprised to see) he didn’t receive an involuntary punch on the nose in response.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to laugh out loud but I don’t think Pinter was playing for gags at that point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Belcher eventually departed again, though someone stepped up to the plate and delivered a couple of loud burps from roughly the same seating area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My money’s on one of the carers, driven to an impromptu act of defiance. So, what can I tell you about &lt;i&gt;The Birthday Party&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it largely reminded me of a BBC TV “Play For Today” from the 1970s, with austere, low-budget sets and overly earnest performances from the cast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then, I’m probably not the best judge of this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, &lt;i&gt;The Guardian&lt;/i&gt; loved the play and that was without the added bonus of belches.&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-116136732924382478?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/116136732924382478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=116136732924382478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/116136732924382478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/116136732924382478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/10/stage-presence-6.html' title='Stage Presence #6'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-116123758287850286</id><published>2006-10-16T07:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:16.223Z</updated><title type='text'>I Went To Bulgaria...And All I Got Was This Lousy Postcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/1024/bulgaria0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/400/bulgaria0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my disappointment on discovering that there are no giant surfing pigs in Sunny Beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-116123758287850286?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/116123758287850286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=116123758287850286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/116123758287850286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/116123758287850286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-went-to-bulgariaand-all-i-got-was.html' title='I Went To Bulgaria...And All I Got Was This Lousy Postcard'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-115848561699472082</id><published>2006-09-17T10:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:15.802Z</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #8 - My Field Trip To Planet Karen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/1024/SD6-PK.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/400/SD6-PK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I begin to feel jaded about comics in general, something comes along that reignites my passion for the medium.  Karen Ellis has injected the well-worn 'visual diary' concept with a joie de vivre that is hopelessly addictive. Karen's tightly written and at times brutally direct daily observations are immediately engaging. The art, loose but well defined and brimming with kinetic energy, greatly enhances the peaks and troughs of the narrator’s life.  Each daily account can be enjoyed as of itself, but there is a cohesion that makes the entire book a persuasive read.  The confident writing and art have continually improved since the comic strip's launch in March 2006, and Ellis' self-confessed 'short cuts' to get back on schedule are master classes in storytelling.   Life on &lt;em&gt;Planet Karen&lt;/em&gt; is far from unremittingly sunny, but even the darkest confessionals are imbued with an optimism and humour that can engage the most cynical reader.  This is clearly a small press creator at the top of their game.  Read this, donate generously and ensure that this talent does not go unnoticed or unrewarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Available on the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://planetkaren.girl-wonder.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planet Karen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapted from my reviews that originally appeared in &lt;a href="http://www.comicsinternational.com"&gt;Comics International&lt;/a&gt; #198 and #200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-115848561699472082?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/115848561699472082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=115848561699472082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115848561699472082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115848561699472082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/09/stripping-down-8-my-field-trip-to.html' title='Stripping Down #8 - My Field Trip To Planet Karen'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-115848299646132517</id><published>2006-09-17T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:15.529Z</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #7 - Small Press Spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/SD6-GDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/SD6-GDD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guide Dog Detective 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In-furr-nal Affairs" by Jess Bradley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fur noir with a hard-boiled crime drama coming across like &lt;a href="http://www.warnerbros.co.uk/movies/catsanddogs/cmp/main.html"&gt;Cats &amp; Dogs&lt;/a&gt; on amphetamines.  The eponymous hero, a down on his luck labrador, tries to crack a rabbit crime syndicate and absolve his guilt over his partner’s death.  An assured and well realised homage, enlivened by the all-animal cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Available from Travelling Man, 8 Park Street, Bristol, BS1 5NF, UK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/SD4-ST2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/SD4-ST2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scar Tissue vol.2: Destroy Bristol Special (Scar Comics)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bumper, landscape format collection of 13 pieces, with generally strong writing, surpassed by even more impressive art.  Highlights include Ali Graham’s collection of &lt;a href="http://www.housd.net/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Housd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shorts, &lt;em&gt;Bristol Destroyed&lt;/em&gt; by Terry Hooper, &lt;a href="http://www.avine.co.uk/"&gt;Andy Vine&lt;/a&gt;’s fun EC Comics pastiche &lt;em&gt;Faced With Beauty&lt;/em&gt; and Karen Ellis’ cover and wonderfully succinct &lt;a href="http://planetkaren.girl-wonder.org"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planet Karen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; epilogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Available from tha &lt;a href="http://www.scarcomics.com"&gt;Scar Comics&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/SD6-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/SD6-S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sporadic (Mini Mag) 0.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This anthology, edited by Andrew Stitt, is more hit than miss, and devoting two of the twenty pages to creator profiles suggests a paucity of good material.  However, the £1.00 cover price and some promising contributions justify a casual purchase.  Matt B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lissett’s &lt;em&gt;After The Adventure&lt;/em&gt; is an enjoyable homage to Ted Hughes’ &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Iron_Man_%28book%29"&gt;The Iron Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and his political satire &lt;em&gt;George&lt;/em&gt;, featuring Damian Street’s sharp cartoon art, is the highlight.  Gar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eth Slieghtholme’s front and back cover illustrations also impress.  Sporadic's first issue proper will hopefully capitalise on the potential of this edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Available from 15a St. Augustine's Street, Norwich, Norfolk, NR3 3BY, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/SD6-TB.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/SD6-TB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trixie Biker And The Go Go Pixies (Watercooler Comix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Matthew Craig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A fun 12 page comic short featuring Trixie Biker, her semi-sentient motor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bike and a pair of pixies as they thwart ‘ether huffing fruitbat’ Dr. Julius Kroporkin’s attempted bank robbery.  The artwork is crude, with text placements that occasionally detract from or confuse the narrative, but Craig’s enthusiasm for the characters shines through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Available from Matthew Craig's &lt;a href="http://www.thematthewcraig.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My reviews were originally published in &lt;a href="http://www.comicsinternational.com"&gt;Comics International&lt;/a&gt; #198 and #200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-115848299646132517?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/115848299646132517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=115848299646132517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115848299646132517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115848299646132517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/09/stripping-down-7-small-press-spotlight.html' title='Stripping Down #7 - Small Press Spotlight'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-115788146853019137</id><published>2006-09-10T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:15.262Z</updated><title type='text'>Stage Presence #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/Restoration.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/Restoration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Restoration” by Edward Bond&lt;br /&gt;Bristol Old Vic, 09/09/2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Restoration&lt;/em&gt; is billed as ‘dramatic, explosive and wickedly comic…packed with rousing songs and biting satire.’  Whilst not misleading, &lt;a href="http://www.headlongtheatre.co.uk/"&gt;Headlong&lt;/a&gt; (formerly Oxford Stage Company) Theatre’s production of Bond’s 1981 play is, in every sense, a play of two halves.  The audience (a relatively poor turnout, it has to be said) endured not only energy sapping heat but also a play that swiftly moved from wickedly comic to just plain wicked in the final hour and a quarter.  The audience were a continual distraction, with Johnny Come Latelys, mobile phones ringing and even at one point someone’s stomach growling above the dialogue.  I’ve rarely seen an audience make such a rapid beeline for the bar and/or exit as I witnessed (and participated in) last night.  In fairness, &lt;em&gt;Restoration&lt;/em&gt; isn’t a bad play, in fact Bond’s writing for the most part is every bit as sharp as the opening hyperbole suggests.  Mark Lockyer, as the dishonourable gentlemen Lord Are, dominates every scene that he appears in and rewards the audience with a expertly judged performance, whilst the remaining cast members give their all.  That said, Michael Schaeffer’s energetic acting is undermined by the fact that his lines are often unintelligible.  Also, Dorothea Myer-Bennett saddles hapless bride Ann Hardache with a regional accent so closely mirroring Jane Horrocks’ character Bubble in &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/guide/articles/a/absolutelyfabulo_7770095.shtml"&gt;Absolutely Fabulous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that it detracts from her own comic touches.  The musical performances are strong, accompanied by a three-piece who materialise behind a thin screen at the rear of the stage when the play demands.  Although relatively short, judiciously pruning some songs (and indeed, some scenes) may have made for a less bum-numbing theatre experience.  The applause was enthusiastic but brief and, as mentioned previously, followed by a veritable stampede for the cool night streets…and, in my case, a neighbouring bar.  In the wee hours of this morning, nursing a whisky and cola in Renato’s, I was still none the wiser as to why I’d been in such a hurry to join the rampaging herd or why I had this nagging feeling of disappointment with &lt;em&gt;Restoration&lt;/em&gt;. However by then, I’d become far more interested in the celebrity photos adorning Renato’s walls and stopped giving it any more thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-115788146853019137?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/115788146853019137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=115788146853019137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115788146853019137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115788146853019137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/09/stage-presence-5.html' title='Stage Presence #5'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-115674895540547653</id><published>2006-08-28T08:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:14.794Z</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #22 - Singles &amp; Jingles Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/JJ22-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/JJ22-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thom Yorke “Harrowdown Hill”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews of Yorke’s first solo album &lt;em&gt;The Eraser&lt;/em&gt; focused quite heavily on this track and made much of it’s narrative based on scientist Dr. David Kelly’s apparent suicide at the eponymous venue.  I haven’t heard the album, but &lt;em&gt;Harrowdown Hill&lt;/em&gt; is worthy of the positive reviews that have preceded it’s single release.  I first heard it on music TV, slumped drunkenly on my sofa in the wee hour.  In retrospect, this is the ideal combination of medium, physical state and timing required to appreciate the song.  Judging by the EP’s aural palette, Yorke’s been listening to David Byrne and Brian Eno’s &lt;em&gt;My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts&lt;/em&gt;, not mention a slew of goth-influenced mid-1980s indie bands, and contemporaries like Kid606 and Two Lone Swordsmen.  CD single ‘B-side’ &lt;em&gt;The Drunkk Machine&lt;/em&gt; is less structured, both lyrically and musically but, like &lt;em&gt;Harrowdown Hill&lt;/em&gt;, is underpinned by an infectiously funky bassline that breaks out of the swirl of electronica.  &lt;em&gt;Harrowdown Hill&lt;/em&gt;’s lyrics have been discussed and dissected many times over already.  Suffice to say that Yorke’s writing is such that the song has a clear topicality, but skilful phrasing ensures a timeless appeal.  If anything, the extended mix improves on the original, providing a spaciousness that perversely accentuates the feeling of claustrophobia and isolation.  What a shame that the BBC canned Top Of The Pops – it would have been great to see Thom Yorke, sandwiched between Shakira and Beyonce, performing &lt;em&gt;Harrowdown Hill&lt;/em&gt; to a bemused audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Harrowdown Hill (original version) / 2. The Drunkk Machine / 3. Harrowdown Hill (extended mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/JJ22-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/JJ22-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amp Fiddler “Right Where You Are”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And now for some light relief, courtesy of Joseph “Amp” Fiddler.  I’ll ‘fess up straight away that I’m largely unfamiliar with Herr Fiddler’s back catalogue and bought this on the strength of the pair of mixes by Tom Middleton, aka Cosmos.  What can I say about &lt;em&gt;Right Where You Are&lt;/em&gt;?  Bland, MOR, chart-clogging R’n’B which thankfully on this single is an edit of the potentially coma- inducing full length album version.  The hitherto unknown (to me at least) Australian duo 2am Productions provide a more upbeat mix which, to all intents and purposes, could be a Black Eyed Peas cast-off.  Of the two Tom Middleton reworks the Biz Remix is unquestionably the superior, ditching most of the vocals whilst retaining the trademark Cosmos sound.  Hot Chip have a similar disdain for Amp Fiddler’s vocal performance, chopping and changing the tempo underneath a melody that sounds uncannily like early Inner City, yet is strangely all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Right Where You Are (edit) / 2. (2am remix) / 3. (tom middleton lub remix) / 4. (tom middleton biz remix) / 5. (hot chip remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/JJ22-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/JJ22-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coldcut featuring Robert Owens “Walk A Mile In My Shoes”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single number four from Coldcut’s Sound Mirrors albums sees the duo team up with Robert Owens to rework a classic 1970s number by Joe South.  The album version and radio edit included here call to mind the string laden sounds of Massive Attack, the Now Voyager remix of &lt;em&gt;You Got The Love&lt;/em&gt; by The Source featuring Candi Staton and, closer to home, their early 1990s cover of Yves Montand’s / Nat King Cole’s &lt;em&gt;Autumn Leaves&lt;/em&gt;.  Typically, there’s a diverse selection of mixes available on the CD.  Tiga’s mix recalls his darker dancehall moments, with an urgent yet simultaneously unsettling beat.  Tom Belton tries for a more uptempo, hands in the air feel (or, more specifically, Tom Middleton’s Cosmos sound), but doesn’t quite pull it off.  Timo Garcia + The Cheshire Catz keep up the bpms, though retain the melancholy of Robert Owen’s outstanding vocals.  However, only Henrik Schwarz really manages to enhance the Coldcut original, creating a sweeping epic that just builds and builds.  The edit featured here serves as a teaser for the majesty of the full, nine minute version included on the 12” single, so maybe you need to buy or download that too.  Four singles in, and there’s no sign that Coldcut are milking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Walk A Mile In My Shoes (radio edit) / 2. (tiga mix) / 3. (henrik schwarz edit) / 4. (tom belton’s ssl edit) / 5. (timo garcia + the cheshire catz remix) / 6. (album version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/JJ22-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/JJ22-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Flaming Lips “The W.A.N.D.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Will Always Negates Defeat&lt;/em&gt;, to give the song it’s full title, is possibly as angry as The Flaming Lips can get.  Referring to “those fanatical minds…telling us all it’s them who’s in charge”, Wayne Coyne’s narrator defiantly responds that “we’ve got the power now, motherfuckers; that’s where it belongs”.  An aggressive, dirty sounding bassline, plus prog-rock percussion, handclaps and sci-fi keyboard swoops all serve to propel the song forward, providing a great foil for Coyne’s cracked delivery and falsetto backing vocals.  As you might expect from a Goldfrapp remix, the track is given an ethereal equality, with Alison’s additional vocals sharing equal room with Coyne’s.  Nicking the rhythm from Associates’ early 1980s classic &lt;em&gt;White Car In Germany&lt;/em&gt;, the remix is structured around the opening verse, and takes the song in an interesting direction, complementing rather than surpassing the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. The W.A.N.D. (album version) / 2. (supernaturalistic goldfrapp remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom Yorke's &lt;a href="http://www.theeraser.net"&gt;The Eraser&lt;/a&gt; album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ampfiddler.com"&gt;Amp Fiddler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coldcut.net"&gt;Coldcut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Owens on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/robertjowens"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flaminglips.com"&gt;The Flaming Lips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goldfrapp.co.uk"&gt;Goldfrapp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-115674895540547653?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/115674895540547653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=115674895540547653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115674895540547653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115674895540547653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/08/jukebox-juicebox-22-singles-jingles-pt.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #22 - Singles &amp; Jingles Pt. 1'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-115675137138967261</id><published>2006-08-28T08:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:15.029Z</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #22 - Singles &amp; Jingles Pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/JJ22-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/JJ22-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Franz Ferdinand “Eleanor Put Your Boots On” (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the first record I’ve bought by Franz Ferdinand though thanks to their ubiquity, I’m extremely familiar with their output. That said, &lt;em&gt;Eleanor&lt;/em&gt; seems an odd choice as a single. The opening moments remind me of Blur’s &lt;em&gt;The Universal&lt;/em&gt;, that is until a banjo (!) kicks in and the listener is taken into altogether more upbeat territory. If you believe what you read, the song is apparently either (a) about lead singer Alex Kapranos’ current love; (b) a nod to The Beatles’ &lt;em&gt;Eleanor Rigby&lt;/em&gt;; or (c) both. Whatever the inspiration, the lyrics are pretty throwaway. This new recording is a beefed up take on the album’s version, which begs the question of how thin sounding the original was. Accompanying track &lt;em&gt;Ghost In A Ditch&lt;/em&gt;, featuring guitarist Nick McCarthy on vocals, aims for a similar Beatles-y vibe, particularly in the chorus and use of horn section. Actually, it sounds more like The Icicle Works circa 1985. &lt;em&gt;Fade Together&lt;/em&gt; is the high point, thanks to a menacing ambient remix by The Avalanches’ Bobbydazzler. Stripped of the song’s lyrics and, presumably, the majority of it’s melodic structure, the track is underpinned by occasional piano chords and Kapranos repeating a couple of key lines. A rather mixed selection, then, but redeemed by the final track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Eleanor Put Your Boots On (re-recorded version) / 2. Ghost In A Ditch / 3. Fade Together (avalanches remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/JJ22-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/JJ22-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabaret Voltaire “Just Fascination” (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was eleven years old when this track originally appeared on Cabaret Voltaire’s album &lt;em&gt;The Crackdown&lt;/em&gt; and my listening tastes centred around Adam And The Ants, Toyah and Madness. Having a brother nearly four years older than me meant that, by musical osmosis, I also absorbed the sounds of Magazine, The The and Richard H. Kirk’s groundbreaking work with Stephen Mallinder as Cabaret Voltaire. Although the pair no longer record together, Kirk’s output in the past three decades has given prolific a whole new meaning. What’s amazing is that quality never seems to be compromised by the quantity of his material. No surprise then, that both Virgin and Mute have asked Kirk to revisit – and reinvent – his past for their posthumous releases of classic Cabaret Voltaire tracks. All but two of the five tracks on this promo CD single are available on Virgin’s 3CD Cabaret Voltaire anthology &lt;em&gt;Conform To Deform&lt;/em&gt;. Richard H. Kirk previously updated &lt;em&gt;Just Fascination&lt;/em&gt; for Virgin’s &lt;em&gt;Technology: Western ReWorks&lt;/em&gt; remix album in 1992 and, on the evidence of the three mixes he delivers here, there’s plenty more mileage in this track. Dubbing the vocals and playing with a variety of rhythm tracks, what’s immediately apparent is that Kirk still has a strong dancefloor sensibility. The fact that the remixes are easily identifiable also confirms how right Kirk and Mallinder got it the first time around. Conversely, the pair of previously unreleased François Kevorkian remixes of &lt;em&gt;Sex, Money, Freaks&lt;/em&gt; from 1987 demonstrate the challenge of enhancing or surpassing Cabaret Voltaire’s original takes. The 12” dub works best, but both sound very much of their time, in a way that the duo’s own tracks don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Just Fascination (r.h. kirk remix) / 2. (alternative mix) / 3. (dub mix) / 4. Sex, Money, Freaks (kevorkian 12” mix) / 5. (kevorkian 12” dub)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/JJ22-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/JJ22-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Free Association “(I Wish I Had A) Wooden Heart” (2002)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned as the lead single from the eponymous debut by David Holmes’ offshoot band, this inexplicably never made it beyond the promo CD stage. A shame, as this is a quality EP with a strong selection of tracks. In addition to the radio edit, Roots Manuva delivers a dub of &lt;em&gt;Wooden Heart&lt;/em&gt; that presses all the right buttons. Providing an atmospheric, bass heavy vibe, Petra Jean Phillipson’s vocals fade in and out, with Manuva himself delivering a stream of consciousness rap (which, in all honesty, is complete gibberish) midway through. Accompanying track &lt;em&gt;Effectin’&lt;/em&gt; is a full version of a song that initially appeared on David Holmes’ mix CD &lt;em&gt;Come Get It I Got It&lt;/em&gt;, which also served as an introduction to The Free Association. Again, Phillipson’s voice dominates, riding a wave of rhythms and samples that should be dissonant but add texture. A great ‘lost’ single that’s worth hunting down via the likes of eBay or Music Stack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. (I Wish I Had A) Wooden Heart (radio edit) / 2. Effectin’ / 3. (I Wish I Had A) Wooden Heart (space hog dub by roots manuva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/JJ22-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/JJ22-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blues Explosion “Crunchy” (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Although still fronting the band, Jon Spencer has taken the democratic step of dropping his name from the band. Otherwise, it’s business as usual, with no major change to the Blues Explosion template. What I’ve always liked about the band is their willingness to explore new sounds and musical directions through remixers, whilst personally ploughing the same furrow. On this EP, !!! (pronounced chk chk chk) and The DFA overhaul tracks from the Blues Explosion’s album &lt;em&gt;Damage&lt;/em&gt;. I love the former, which introduces an infectious beat (is it bossa? is it samba? darned if I know) to some seriously funky guitar chords. The vocals are a strange mix of Matt Johnson’s distorted delivery on his early 1980s The The albums and New Order’s Bernard Sumner. Every time I play it, I have a compelling urge to crank the volume up to max and sashay around the room. The DFA take a more typical route to the dancefloor, with repetitive one-note keyboards and an insistent rhythm bolstering &lt;em&gt;Mars, Arizona&lt;/em&gt;. Spencer’s performance is largely untouched here and rides above the clashing guitar and bass breaks that inform the first half of the mix, and the oozing electronic bleeps that dominate the second. By contrast, &lt;em&gt;Blues Explosion Man&lt;/em&gt; is a stripped down, live acoustic take which gives full vent to the Spencer spleen. It’s classic blues approach should stick out like a sore thumb next it’s club-focused companions, but neatly rounds off an essential EP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Crunchy (tmj (!!!) remix) / 2. Mars, Arizona (dfa remix) / 3. Blues Explosion Man (live at fmu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franzferdinand.co.uk"&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theavalanches.com"&gt;Avalanches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainwashed's &lt;a href="http://brainwashed.com/cv/"&gt;Cabaret Voltaire&lt;/a&gt; site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.richardhkirk.com"&gt;Richard H. Kirk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.francois-k.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;François Kevorkian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidholmes.tv"&gt;David Holmes&lt;/a&gt; presents &lt;a href="http://www.thefreeassociation.tv"&gt;The Free Association&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rootsmanuva.co.uk"&gt;Roots Manuva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thejonspencerbluesexplosion.com"&gt;Blues Explosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brainwashed's &lt;a href="http://brainwashed.com/%21%21%21/"&gt;!!!&lt;/a&gt; site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dfarecords.com"&gt;The DFA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-115675137138967261?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/115675137138967261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=115675137138967261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115675137138967261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115675137138967261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/08/jukebox-juicebox-22-singles-jingles.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #22 - Singles &amp; Jingles Pt.2'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-115631903229539148</id><published>2006-08-21T08:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:14.605Z</updated><title type='text'>Stripping Down #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/USMXM58.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/USMXM58.jpg" border="0" height="311" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ultimate Spider-Man &amp; X-Men #58 (Panini UK)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hobgoblin” by Brian Michael Bendis &amp;amp; Mark Bagley (Ultimate Spider-Man #77)&lt;br /&gt;“Magnetic North” by Brian K. Vaughan &amp; Stuart Immonen (Ultimate X-Men #63)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;a href="http://www.comicsinternational.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comics International&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;readers may be aware, I have mixed feelings about this comic: on the one hand, I generally fail to find fault with &lt;em&gt;Ultimate X-Men&lt;/em&gt;; on the other, my reviews of &lt;em&gt;Ultimate Spider-Man&lt;/em&gt; tend to be unremittingly critical.  To get this out of the way, my main gripes with the latter are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)   The reimagining of Spider-Man as a comic strip counterpart of teen TV soaps like &lt;em&gt;Dawson’s Creek&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The O.C.&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt; ii)   Bendis’ admittedly skilful turn with dialogue, in particular ‘talking heads’ sequences, often being at the expense of pace and action;&lt;br /&gt;iii)   The limited development of characters, with an almost exclusive focus on (yawn) Peter and MJ’s relationship, which seems criminal given the potentially rich supporting cast;&lt;br /&gt;iv)   Mark Bagley’s pedestrian art, especially in failing to employ facial expressions to convey the emotional rollercoaster of Bendis’ writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking point iv), Bagley, to his credit, is an ace at meeting monthly deadlines, a seemingly all-too-rare quality these days.  I also accept that I’ve much maligned him, both in comic book letters columns and the aforementioned CI reviews pages.  Okay, the latter’s 60-word review limit does mean that constructive criticism often makes way for snappy put downs and, worse, means that I’ve rarely if ever acknowledged anything that Bagley’s done well.  Time to redress the balance somewhat, then:  Mark Bagley’s redesign of The Hobgoblin is stunning.  Something of a cross between DC’s Etrigan and forgotten Marvel character The Gargoyle, Ultimate Hobgoblin not only looks like a scary mutha, but Bagley also manages to suggest the inner torment of Harry Osborn, the character unwittingly transformed into this monster.  Visually, the exchanges between Spider-Man and Hobgoblin are thrilling, moving and downright unpredictable.  How ironic that Bagley’s most emotive work features characters who are literally or metaphorically hiding behind masks.  Where Bagley struggles is in transferring the emotion to more human moments, notably the awkward reunion between Peter and Mary Jane at the story’s climax.  The problem is that Bagley’s characters are often barely distinguishable, particularly in extreme close-up.  Given Bendis’ predilection for ‘talking heads’, and at times silent exchanges, this can result in my being unable to tell Peter and MJ apart!  However, return to the Spider-Man / Hobgoblin scene and the proof is there that Bagley is capable of much more expressive work.  Unfortunately, Bendis’ writing doesn’t quite hit the mark either: after five issues’ build up, the climax is strangely underwhelming.  I was reminded of a similar storyline in &lt;a href="http://www.spiderfan.org/comics/title/spiderman_amazing-10.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Amazing Spider-Man #233-236&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where C-list villain The Tarantula is transformed into his namesake after a failed attempt to acquire the spider-powers of his foe.  Despite the victim being a previously two-dimensional villain - rather than in this case Peter Parker’s best friend – writer Roger Stern invested The Tarantula with a depth that allowed me to empathise with the character’s inevitable and plausible end.  After reading this issue, Bendis has unfortunately left me with the feeling that The Hobgoblin has provided (a) a trade paperback fulfilling storyline and (b) a stock ‘classic’ character to unearth when sales on &lt;em&gt;Ultimate Spider-Man&lt;/em&gt; start to dip.  My only other experience of Brian Michael Bendis’ writing - outside of a disappointing guest slot on &lt;em&gt;Ultimate X-Men&lt;/em&gt; - is &lt;em&gt;Alias&lt;/em&gt;, which I enjoyed immensely.  I’ll soon be able to form an opinion his work on &lt;em&gt;The Avengers&lt;/em&gt;, but I’m hoping that it won’t continually leave me cold, like &lt;em&gt;Ultimate Spider-Man&lt;/em&gt;.  Thank goodness then for &lt;em&gt;Ultimate X-Men&lt;/em&gt;, which seems to have kept true to it’s principle of reinventing and challenging readers’ preconceptions regarding long-established characters, whilst remembering to tell a bloody good story every four weeks.  Writer Brian K. Vaughan is on a par with Mark Millar’s memorable earlier work on this series, developing characters whose relationships to one another grow, fracture or break but always seem convincing.  Current storyline &lt;em&gt;Magnetic North&lt;/em&gt; presents a truly dangerous Magneto.  Inspired by the X-movie trilogy, the character is currently incarcerated in a suspended plastic cell, seemingly beyond the range of his mutant abilities.  Yet, a sequence of events have led to the similarly powered Polaris being imprisoned with Magneto and it’s plain that this all part of his plan.  There’s an obvious metaphor in Magneto’s chess set (his sole possession), his games mirroring the actions of his free agents.  Magneto’s portrayal as a strategist means that Cyclops and Havok, brothers and Polaris’ former/current loves, are drawn into conflict, even though Professor X is aware that he and his team are being manipulated.  Vaughan’s characterisation is top notch, from Cyclops and Havok’s passionate sibling rivalry, to Polaris’ torment over her inadvertent slaughter of humans, to Magneto’s cold rationalising of his stance in the human-mutant conflict.  Artist Stuart Immonen is the perfect foil for the writer, with a relaxed yet deceptively detailed style that adds weight to the story.  &lt;em&gt;Ultimate Spider-Man &amp; X-Men&lt;/em&gt; has definitely polarised the opinion of this reader.  If both had continued as individual UK titles in their own right, I would have ditched &lt;em&gt;Ultimate Spider-Man&lt;/em&gt; by now.  Accepting that a co-starring strip is necessary in a 52 page 4-weekly title, ideally I’d prefer to see &lt;em&gt;Ultimate X-Men&lt;/em&gt; paired with Avengers counterparts &lt;em&gt;The Ultimates&lt;/em&gt; or even &lt;em&gt;Ultimate Fantastic Four&lt;/em&gt;.  However, for now, it provides a compelling reason for buying the current incarnation of this comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/AU69.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/AU69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Avengers United #69 (Panini UK)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Once An Invader” by Allan Jacobsen, Chuck Austen &amp; C.P. Smith (The Invaders #0)&lt;br /&gt;“When Worlds Collide!” by John Jackson Miller &amp;amp; Jorge Lucas (Iron Man (v3) #84)&lt;br /&gt;“…Though Hell Should Bar The Way!” by Jim Shooter &amp; George Perez (The Avengers (v1) #170)&lt;br /&gt;“The Coming Of Loki!” by Stan Lee &amp;amp; Jack Kirby (Journey Into Mystery #112)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unusual issue, in that neither of the contemporary stories reprints The Avengers’ own US title.  First up is the conclusion of The New Invaders storyline, which in turn sets up their own short-lived series.  Incoming writer Allan Jacobsen has a much better understanding of both teams than Chuck Austen and the story arc’s finale benefits greatly from this.  C.P. Smith’s art doesn’t quite attain the heights of his subsequent work on &lt;em&gt;The New Invaders&lt;/em&gt;, but his loose style is a refreshing change from the likes of Kieron Dwyer, Oliver Coipel and Scott Kolins, who have graced these pages in the past year or so.  The Avengers play a largely peripheral role in this episode; whilst understandable, it feels rather odd, given that this is their own comic, after all.  Also slightly frustrating is the sense that this latest incarnation of The Invaders are unlikely to reappear in a UK Collectors’ Edition title.  Fine if you can get hold of the collected series (which I reviewed and recommended in &lt;a href="http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/03/stripping-down-1_27.html"&gt;Stripping Down #1&lt;/a&gt;), but it would be good to see at least the initial story arc reprinted in, say, &lt;em&gt;The Mighty World Of Marvel&lt;/em&gt;.  The second story coincidentally features fellow Invaders artist Jorge Lucas tackling the Armoured Avenger, Iron Man.  It’s been a long while since ol’ Shellhead’s solo series has been reprinted in the UK and much has changed in that time.  Not only has Tony Stark publicly revealed that he is Iron Man, but he’s also become US Secretary Of Defence.  Neither of these significant events have really been touched on in The Avengers, the latter all the more surprising given the team’s recognition by the United Nations as an independent political power.  John Jackson Miller does a good job of exploring the tensions and inevitable conflict of interest that this has created, as Iron Man discovers a WMD hidden in the basement of Avengers Mansion.  I’ve found Jorge Lucas’ art to be somewhat inconsistent, but it impresses here, particularly with his attention to detail on the military hardware.  This episode is apparently a prelude of sorts to the controversial &lt;em&gt;Avengers Disassembled&lt;/em&gt; storyline beginning in #75, so it’ll be interesting to see how events develop.  The first of the archive reprints shunts &lt;em&gt;The Korvac Saga&lt;/em&gt; to the sidelines, focusing instead on the resurrection of Ultron’s robotic ‘bride’, the as-yet-unnamed Jocasta.  Captain America and Iron Man seem to have resolved their differences a little too easily, following the events of last issue.  It’s also interesting to note in retrospect how sorely underused The Beast was, his scientific prowess played down in favour of happy-go-lucky light relief, a role subsequently adopted by the She-Hulk.  Though predictable, Jim Shooter makes the most of the plot and George Perez’ pencils are typically rich, though slightly hampered by Pablo Marcos’ less than subtle inking.  Another &lt;em&gt;Tales Of Asgard &lt;/em&gt;strip rounds off the issue, though Thor is conspicuous by his absence, as the focus shifts to the story of Odin’s adoption of villain-in-waiting Loki.  Given their prodigious output, it’s hardly surprising that Stan Lee and Jack Kirby occasionally turned in a dud, and this is one of them, a rather unremarkable tale.  Vince Colletta’s workmanlike inking really does Kirby’s pencil art no favours, begging the question of how Colletta was able to sustain a career.  Sadly, in this case ‘classic’ doesn’t automatically mean good, but simply old.  To end on a high note, a special mention for Steve Epting’s Iron Man cover, also featuring The Falcon, Ant Man, Black Panther and The Wasp.  A slickly produced set piece, with effective colouring from an unfortunately uncredited artist with an indecipherable signature.  Whoever you are, well done, that person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panini UK comics website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paninicomics.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.paninicomics.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-115631903229539148?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/115631903229539148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=115631903229539148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115631903229539148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115631903229539148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/08/stripping-down-6.html' title='Stripping Down #6'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-115487324560958712</id><published>2006-08-06T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:14.232Z</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #21 - Enjoy The Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Times “E For Edward” (1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/jj210024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/jj210024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;…and Ecstasy and Electric Guitars and E.L.O, all of which influence the sound of this album. Edward Ball’s feet are still pretty firmly in the pop-rock camp, but an interest in club and drug culture is apparent from the opening anthem, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manchester&lt;/span&gt;, which name checks The Hacienda and 808 State, and is possibly the first song to use the phrase “off her shed”. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valvaline&lt;/span&gt;, more familiar as a brand of oil, is apparently also 1970s slang for ‘happy’ or ‘high’. The tune itself mixes the aforementioned E.L.O. with a synth-based riff on the hook from Dexy’s Midnight Runners &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geno&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow &lt;/span&gt;remains perhaps my favourite song on the album, unexpectedly fading in during the opening line. A simple yet effective love song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow &lt;/span&gt;is set to a pulsing bassline, stuttering synth lines and a typical 80s breakbeat that somehow all come together. I’m still not sure what the refrain “what I love, I bite … I love her” means, though. An instrumental take, retitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gold &lt;/span&gt;and included as a bonus track, is good but doesn’t compare to the full vocal version. There are a number of downtempo moments, underpinned by acoustic guitar and strings, which Ball later developed in his subsequent ‘solo’ work. The coupling of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Count To Five&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All My Life&lt;/span&gt; create a heartbreaking ten minutes. The additional version of the latter which closes the album, is if anything even more stirring, sounding like Ball is performing in an empty theatre hall. Edward Ball’s lyrical strength lies in populating his songs with interesting characters and/or events and this is especially evident in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crashed On You&lt;/span&gt; and another favourite, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;French Film Bluerred&lt;/span&gt;. Musically, the rest of album is a typically diverse mix of influences: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catherine Wheel&lt;/span&gt; is a glam rock stomper, nodding to Bolan and Bowie, whilst &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Love On Haight St.&lt;/span&gt; is the bastard progeny of Ray Davies, Paul Weller and Billy Bragg. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acid Angel Of Ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;, the final track of the original vinyl release, hints at the psychedelic leanings that would come to the fore on 1991’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pure&lt;/span&gt;. A shuddering guitar chord recalls The Smiths’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Soon Is Now? &lt;/span&gt;(which Ball would actually sample on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Et Dieu Crea La Femme&lt;/span&gt;), whilst the lyrics allude to the narrator’s submission to a drug fuelled existence. The song opens with “T.I.M.E.S….Trust In Me Ecstasy Said.”, the ‘bad’ aspect of the character’s personality listing sexually charged conquests, whilst the ‘good’ plaintively pleads “Forgive me, for I know not what I do.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E For Edward&lt;/span&gt; is not a perfect album, but it is vastly underrated. Despite the demise of Creation Records at the turn of the century, I hope that Edward Ball’s work as The Times will receive the re-release and re-appraisal it so richly deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Manchester / 2. Valvaline / 3. Snow / 4. Catherine Wheel / 5. Crashed On You / 6. Count To Five / 7. All Your Life / 8. French Film Bleurred / 9. No Love On Haight St. / 10. Acid Angel of Ecstasy / 11. Gold / 12. Sold / 13. Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Times “Alternative Commercial Crossover” (1993)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/jj210025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/jj210025.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alternative Commercial Crossover &lt;/span&gt;is once more a frustrating melange of inspired ideas and styles that should have been massive at the time, but somehow failed to catch the record-buying public’s interest. Something of a comment on the times (no pun intended), there are two references to the period’s dominant US music in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Obligatory Grunge Song&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Honest Are Pearl Jam? &lt;/span&gt;Of course, the title of the former is a red herring, whilst the latter is a more polished update of the untitled bonus track from 1990’s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Et Dieu Crea La Femme&lt;/span&gt; and says very little about the leaden Seattle rockers. Dub influences are more clearly to the fore on this album, not least in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Girl&lt;/span&gt;, which samples the melody and cribs the chorus from Scritti Politti’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ‘Sweetest Girl’&lt;/span&gt;. It’s one of two songs to feature rapper Tippa Irie, the other being the positively loopy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finnegans Break&lt;/span&gt;. As the paraphrased title might suggest, breakbeats and toasting crash headlong into the frenetic Irish sounds of (ahem) The Bejaesus Ejit Celi Band. On paper, it sounds like a sorry mess, though it’s alarmingly infectious. A reprise unceremoniously ditches Irie, but drops the tempo, pumps up the bass and ends on a guiltily hilarious sample. Following it's original inclusion on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pure&lt;/span&gt;, the subsequent success of The Times’ cover of New Order’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Monday&lt;/span&gt; (Record Of The Week on Simon Mayo’s BBC Radio 1 breakfast show in 1992, fact fans) means that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lundi Bleu&lt;/span&gt; makes another appearance here, albeit in a vocal free remix by The Grid. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry I’ve Written A Melody&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Whole World’s Turning Scarface&lt;/span&gt; are the counterparts of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m Losing More Than I’ll Ever Have&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loaded &lt;/span&gt;by Creation label mates Primal Scream, the first an anthemic grower, the second focusing on the piano and chorus and upping the groove factor. Edward Ball temporarily shelved The Times after this album, producing a brace of more conventional Britpop-focused records that sadly still failed to crack the charts. The Times were subsequently dusted off and independently released two albums at the tail end of the 1990s. There are also a number of excellent retrospectives available, including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B000A6AB76/026-5350262-5254846?v=glance&amp;n=229816"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here’s To Old England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, released in Sep 2005. Check out The Times’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thetimeslondon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; site, which links to Edward Ball’s other prolific output. Then go buy all his records and encourage him to make even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. The Obligatory Grunge Song / 2. Finnegans Break / 3. How Honest Are Pearl Jam? / 4. Baby Girl / 5. Ballad Of Georgie Best / 6. Lundi Bleu (Praise The Lord Mix by The Grid) / 7. A Palace In The Sun / 8. Sorry I’ve Written A Melody / 9. Finnegans Break (Corporate Rock Mix) / 10. The Whole World’s Turning Scarface / 11. All I Want Is You To Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-115487324560958712?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/115487324560958712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=115487324560958712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115487324560958712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115487324560958712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/08/jukebox-juicebox-21-enjoy-times_06.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #21 - Enjoy The Times'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-115477788624782587</id><published>2006-08-05T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:13.774Z</updated><title type='text'>Jukebox Juicebox #20 - Go! With The Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/jj200023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/jj200023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Times “Pure” (1991)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to radio station Triple J in Perth, Western Australia in 1990 was my only link to the burgeoning UK indie-dance crossover.  I can remember being blown away one evening by a ten-minute cover version of New Order’s &lt;em&gt;Blue Monday&lt;/em&gt;, sung in French, with extracts from John Lydon and (what I thought was) Sinead O’Connor seamlessly woven in.  On returning to England several months later, I managed to get my hands on a vinyl copy of &lt;em&gt;Pure&lt;/em&gt; and so began my fascination with The Times, and more specifically, the world of Edward Ball.  The twin sides of vinyl were labelled &lt;em&gt;Brown Ball&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Pink Ball&lt;/em&gt;. Although this is the case with my recent CD replacement copy, the album has been segued into a single, 40 minute track.   Whilst annoying for those who feel an obsessive need to program and skip tracks, &lt;em&gt;Pure&lt;/em&gt; makes much more sense as a continuous piece.  The album opener, &lt;em&gt;From Chelsea Green To Brighton Beach&lt;/em&gt; is a rousing mix of football terrace chants, &lt;em&gt;Quadrophenia&lt;/em&gt; samples and pastiche of The Jam before taking a sharp right turn into the psychedelia of &lt;em&gt;A Girl Called Mersey&lt;/em&gt; (apparently a tribute to Pete Wylie’s daughter).  Just when you think you’ve pegged the album, it takes another turn, this time laying samples from &lt;em&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/em&gt; over a dub-inflected interlude, before launching into the aforementioned &lt;em&gt;Blue Monday&lt;/em&gt;, here retitled &lt;em&gt;Lundi Bleu&lt;/em&gt;.  The song opens with a sampled monlogue on the nature of conceptual reality, before a rumbling, locomotive bassline and Paul Heeren’s squalling lead guitar propel the song towards Edward Ball’s endearingly awkward French vocals.  The song encapsulates the album’s spirit of experimentation, with the aforementioned Lydon rant from the middle section of Public Image Limited’s &lt;em&gt;Religion I&lt;/em&gt; and 1970s folkies Prelude’s haunting rendition of Neil Young’s &lt;em&gt;After The Goldrush&lt;/em&gt; creating an epic of gargantuan proportions.  All cover versions should be this radical.  Compared to &lt;em&gt;Brown Ball&lt;/em&gt; / 'side one', the three tracks comprising &lt;em&gt;Pink Ball&lt;/em&gt; are a stark contrast, opening and closing with kitsch 1960s radio show idents.  Stylistically inspired by Ball’s dance offshoot, Love Corporation, &lt;em&gt;A Beautiful Village Called England&lt;/em&gt; features cod-rapper Angel Dust (aka Cindy Lovecore) toasting DJ Mr. Wolf, who chops and changes the beats per minute with alarming regularity.  &lt;em&gt;Ours Is A Wonderlove World&lt;/em&gt; is a downtempo tale of a doomed existence, with vocalist Catherine Wheel’s deliberately emotionless recitation echoed by Ball’s more melodic delivery of the same lyrics, as the song leads to the strangely depressing climatic refrain of “God is love”.  Angel Dust returns for more stream of consciousness ramblings over a bouncing beat that at times bizarrely mimics Pink Floyd’s &lt;em&gt;Money&lt;/em&gt;.  An untitled epilogue includes a female sample that sums up &lt;em&gt;Pure&lt;/em&gt; perfectly: “Is it art or anti art?  Dadaeqsque compositions on vinyl…or is it quite simply just pop?”  Quite simply one of the best albums of the early 1990s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. From Chelsea Green To Brighton Beach / 2. A Girl Called Mersey / 3. From L.A. To Edgbaston / 4. Lundi Bleu / 5. A Beautiful Village Called England / 6. Ours Is A Wonderlove World / 7. Another Star In Heaven / 8. untitled reprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/320/JJ20-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/160/JJ20-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Times “Et Dieu Créa La Femme” (1990)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blistering &lt;em&gt;Septième Ciel&lt;/em&gt;, with it’s opening salvo of “Pop’s coming! / Don’t stop the party!”, is an infectious celebration of the dance culture spreading the UK at the time.  Sampling The Smiths’ &lt;em&gt;How Soon Is Now?&lt;/em&gt; (which contemporaneously appeared on Sinead O’ Connor’s &lt;em&gt;I Am Stretched On Your Grave&lt;/em&gt; and Soho’s &lt;em&gt;Hippychick&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;em&gt;Septième Ciel&lt;/em&gt; – and accompanying track &lt;em&gt;Aurore Borealé&lt;/em&gt; - continues the fascination with the ecstasy-fuelled tunes suggested by 1989’s &lt;em&gt;E For Edward&lt;/em&gt;.  Not that the album is solely focused on dancefloor hedonism.  As the title suggests, &lt;em&gt;Et Dieu Créa La Femme&lt;/em&gt; is equally concerned with old fashioned love.  Edward Ball’s penchant for heartfelt lyrics come to the fore on the piano driven &lt;em&gt;Confiance&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Chagrin D’Amour&lt;/em&gt;, as well as the more uptempo tribute &lt;em&gt;Pour Kylie&lt;/em&gt;.  There are also moments of acid-tinged pop-rock in &lt;em&gt;Volupté&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Baisers Volés&lt;/em&gt;, whilst &lt;em&gt;1990 Année Erotique&lt;/em&gt; updates Serge Gainsbourg’s &lt;em&gt;Je T’ Aime&lt;/em&gt;.  A pair of unlisted and untitled bonus tracks bolster the CD release.  The first is a version of The Times’ 1983 classic &lt;em&gt;I Helped Patrick McGoohan Escape&lt;/em&gt;.  My guess is that it’s the &lt;em&gt;Thanks For The Trip Dad!&lt;/em&gt; remix by (yet another) side project DJ 6 &amp; the Escape Committee from the 1990 Creation compilation &lt;em&gt;Pensioners On Ecstasy&lt;/em&gt;.  It’s an energetic floor-filler that perhaps deserved more commercial success than the proliferation of dance tracks inspired by &lt;em&gt;The Prisoner&lt;/em&gt; theme tune that decade, but doesn’t really fit in with the album as a whole.  Likewise, the dizzingly paced final track samples a naggingly familiar 1970s track, the name of which will come back to me long after I’ve posted this review.  Good as of itself, but again an unnecessary add-on to an otherwise seamless album.  My advice: rip the bonus tracks onto a compilation, load the album proper onto your portable player and transport yourself back to the heady days of the 1990s.  The aural equivalent of feeling flowered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklisting: 1. Septième Ciel / 2. Aurore Boréale / 3. Confiance / 4. Chagrin D’Amour / 5. Volupté / 6. Baisers Volés / 7. Pour Kylie / 8. Sucette / 9. 1990 Année Erotique / 10. Extase / 11. untitled [I Helped Patrick McGoohan Escape (Thanks For The Trip Dad!)] / 12. untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14394032-115477788624782587?l=khayem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/feeds/115477788624782587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14394032&amp;postID=115477788624782587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115477788624782587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14394032/posts/default/115477788624782587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khayem.blogspot.com/2006/08/jukebox-juicebox-20-go-with-times.html' title='Jukebox Juicebox #20 - Go! With The Times'/><author><name>Khayem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877085549193322403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/1301/640/K%20Blog%203.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14394032.post-115432683630343141</id><published>2006-07-31T07:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:41:13.550Z</updated><title type='text'>What I Did On My Summer Holidays by Khayem, Age 35 ½</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sat 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I attempted to paint a couple of coffee tables in my back garden, with primer that had the consistency of tar thanks to the excessive heat. Why do I ever decide to do these jobs? I’m crap at DIY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sun 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sweetheart and I tried and failed to rent &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/liveaction/pirates/main_site/main.html"&gt;Pirates Of The Caribbean: The Curse Of The Black Pearl&lt;/a&gt; – or anything else for that matter – on DVD. Spent an inordinate time in &lt;a href="http://www.venue.co.uk/dow/bristol_bars.html"&gt;The Lounge&lt;/a&gt; café bar, getting drunk instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mon 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left England, entered Wales, left Wales, re-entered England. Arrived at Mallards Pike Lake, the Forest of Dean, to &lt;a href="http://www.goape.co.uk/index_.asp?page=1"&gt;Go Ape&lt;/a&gt; in the treetops. Severe doubts about my judgement kicked in when I saw people thirty feet up flinging themselves onto cargo nets, balancing on precarious platforms and screaming as they descended the ‘zip slides’ (hey, we know they’re really called ‘death slides’!). A faltering start at the briefing session as I put the harness on inside out, but I was determined to show both the slew of hyperactive teens and the inconceivably elderly gent in our group that I had what it takes. I felt adrenalin hitting hitherto unexplored parts of my bloodsystem… as I travelled the ten-foot practice zip slide, a few feet above ground level. Three hours later, my love and I completed our final ‘death slide’ descent, pumped up and ready to take on the world! That said, it’s unlikely that next month I’ll be writing of rap jumping down the side of a skyscraper. Small steps, small steps... We stopped off at the appropriately named &lt;a href="http://www.sabrain.com/index.cfm?FuseAction=pub.PubDetails&amp;PubID=42D14477-65B8-F208-536B6F0355651670"&gt;The Gr(ape)&lt;/a&gt; in Chepstow for a bite to eat. My loved one ordered feta and vine tomato salad, which was lovely despite the fact that the feta became brie, the vine tomatoes were clearly the common-or-garden variety and the salad was largely conspicuous by it’s absence. My choice – black pudding and chorizo on a bed of rocket – uncovered the AWOL vine tomatoes, though the rocket seemed to have launched into the stratosphere, in pursuit of my wife’s salad. However, the combination of meats was surprisingly effective, and ably assisted by full-bodied local beer &lt;a href="http://www.pub-explorer.com/realale/sabrains.htm#REVEREND_JAMES"&gt;The Reverend James&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tue 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My beautiful wife and I joined our close friend Jason at the local mutiplex to see &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/"&gt;Pirates Of The Caribbean 2: Dead Man’s Chest&lt;/a&gt; A tad overlong, but great fun. If you’ve not seen the first film, no problem: as there’s no ‘plot’ to speak of, there’s no chance of feeling ill informed. Bill Nighy delivers a star turn, despite having an octopus for a head throughout; likewise, barnacles proved no obstacle to Geoffrey Rush’s sterling performance. It’s easy to understand that Johnny Depp has been likened to Keith Richards in this film, but I’ll admit to a slight disappointment that Depp didn’t fully realise this by taking a tumble from a coconut tree. We’re both looking forward to Pirates 3, and may even get around to seeing the first one someday…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wed 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received an outline of my pre-job interview assignment: to prepare briefing paper for a presentation/discussion with a panel. I successfully avoided soiling myself and dealt with my nervous anxiety by spending the day clothes shopping at &lt;a href="http://www.cribbs-causeway.co.uk/"&gt;Cribbs Causeway&lt;/a&gt; with the love of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thu 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lazy day at &lt;a href="http://www.relaxationcentre.co.uk/"&gt;The Relaxation Centre&lt;/a&gt; in Clifton, a first-time experience for the two of us. We sampled the outdoor hot tub, steam room, the indoor hot tub, sauna and floatation room and felt unbelievably great afterwards. I then blew it all that evening as my oldest friend Stu was in town (check out his film &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758771"&gt;Outlaw &lt;/a&gt;in 2007). Mandatory ale quaffing in &lt;a href="http://www.britishpubguide.com/cgi-bin/pub.cgi?results:Bristol:144"&gt;The Three Sugar Loaves&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.britishpubguide.com/cgi-bin/pub.cgi?results:Bristol:144"&gt;The White Lion&lt;/a&gt; ensued, including pints of the prophetically named &lt;a href="http://www.sharpsbrewery.eclipse.co.uk/doom.htm"&gt;Doom&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fri 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hangover from hell, accompanied by the obligatory depression and lack of motivation. We started watching a fascinating documentary on &lt;a href="http://www.blondie.net/2006_07_01_blogger_blondie_news_archive.shtml"&gt;Blondie &lt;/a&gt;but I passed out before they’d even reached ‘The Tide Is High’ era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sat 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent the morning sitting in Queens Square whilst my beloved was having her hair styled by either &lt;a href="http://www.toniguy.com/"&gt;Toni or Guy&lt;/a&gt;, I’m not sure which. I wrote some prep notes for my interview briefing paper, some of them even forming coherent comments. And that was about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sun 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As it was a blazingly hot day, we put off going to the &lt;a href="http://www.ashtoncourtfestival.com/"&gt;Ashton Court Festival &lt;/a&gt;until the last minute. I remember my earliest visits, when it was a sprawling, seemingly shambolic free community festival. Overflowing with pub bands, cheap lager, variations on goat curry and spicy noodles, and volunteers circulating with buckets to collect money for the following year’s event, the stumble out of the estate grounds in pitch blackness was a veritable rite of passage. How things have changed. Now, the entire event has been fenced in, lit up and corralled into submission. The £9.00 per day entry fee now offers you the likes of &lt;a href="http://www.simpleminds.com/"&gt;Simple Minds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simpleminds.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thegoteam.co.uk/flash/GoKids.html"&gt;The Go! Team&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.dreadzone.com/"&gt;Dreadzone &lt;/a&gt;(though largely simultaneously), through pub bands still dominate. The latter two had headlined the previous day, so my loved one and I experienced the mighty Jim ‘Juan’ Kerr and co. I only recognised about half of Simple Minds’ songs and those that I did – ‘Don’t You Forget About Me’, a dire cover of Van Morrison’s ‘Gloria’ and the closing third encore (!) of ‘Alive And Kicking’ - were little more than extended karaoke tracks, with Kerr preferring the audience to do the work on the choruses. The sole redeeming moment was a rendition of ‘New Gold Dream (81-82-83-84)’ seemingly inspired by Utah Saints’ rousing mid-1990s cover version. Apart from that, neither of us were sorry to see Simple Minds return to the ‘where are they now?’ file. Still, the walk home was fun, as we dove into the stream of human traffic heading south of the river. Along the way, pockets of inebriated, (arguably) pre-pubescent male violence broke out, causing the occasional log jam. Perhaps the festival is still a rites of passage for some, but my feelings towards Ashton Court were aptly personified by Jim Kerr: over priced, over the hill, out of touch and with an inflated sense of self-importance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Holiday Reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will Self &lt;a href="http://will-self.com/category/books/feeding-frenzy/"&gt;‘Feeding Frenzy’&lt;/a&gt; (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris Ware &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Corrigan"&gt;‘Jimmy Corrigan, The Smartest Kid On Earth’&lt;/a&gt; (2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Charles Burns &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/pantheon/graphicnovels/burns.html"&gt;‘Black Hole’&lt;/a&gt; (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karen Ellis &lt;a href="http://planet-karen.blogspot.com/"&gt;‘Planet Karen’&lt;/a&gt; (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Holiday Music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upsetter.net/scratch/"&gt;Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://www.dubsyndicate.com/"&gt;Dub Syndicate&lt;/a&gt; ‘Time Boom X De Devil Dread’ (1987)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-betweens.net/"&gt;The Go-Betweens&lt;/a&gt; ‘Live In London’ (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidbowie.com/"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/a&gt; ‘Scary Monsters’ (expanded edition) (1980/1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thetimeslondon"&gt;The Times&lt;/a&gt; ‘Pure’ (1991)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houseoftomorrow.com/"&gt;The Magnetic Fields&lt;/a&gt; ‘69 Love Songs’ (1999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span st
