The Essential Human Torch
Is this the most oxymoronic comic title ever? Was there a less essential Marvel superhero title in the so-called Silver Age of the ’60s? I often forget that the Torch even had a solo career. The odd good villain does s[…]

Battered potato pizza Wellington – or BPP en croute, if you forget which side actually triumphed at Waterloo. The freedom to imagine a dish like this may even be the reason the battle was fought.[…]

Gutterbreakz: good new music blog, says (probably rightly) that the Melody Maker was the paper of record back in the turn-of-the-90s-day, though I don’t remember its dance music coverage being any cop, or any any until that fantastic Damascene […]

So I’m at our other site and a colleague of mine, knowing I like films, said did you see Heartlands? Excited to hear I had we then went on a bit of a mutual appreciation bender for this sorely under seen film of earlier this year. (Alex Thompso[…]

Is there really that much of a difference between Moliere and the American Pie films? Possibly. Farce is damned hard to do, and even harder to do well, it is to their credit that the American Pie films are rarely content in setting up the situation a[…]

A gorilla learning the meaning of sincerity through a child’s dictionary and a Kevin Rowland solo record, and learning the meaning of music by the usual method viz. bashing things until it sounds good. There’s a curious poignancy to how t[…]

Help Me Rhonda! is a television polyglot of that feel-good judgmental hue, where bland and broken people are invigorated and reborn for our nasty little pleasure. This program has no idea of its own, only a shell format that can absorb any of its ki[…]

It’s the kind of commonplace everyone feels safe saying: “The industry’s in a terrible state if they’re getting ideas from computer games.” Like many too-quick assumptions about cultural hierarchy, and intelligence, and […]

I had been secretly and sadly proud of holding my own in the ILX Premiership Predictions League, until I realised that my lower-mid table place is in fact the worst of anyone who’s joined in all four rounds. Despite nodding heartily along to Da[…]

MORTON FELDMAN – “Why Patterns?”
Outside, construction to the new room was still unfinished. The floor was dirty with Long Island sand; the apartment, eclipse-dark. Frigid, it was always frigid, what with it being on the ground and […]