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• Tuesday, April 8, 2008  12:48 am 

  Shining Trapezohedrons

  When the evil forces of Virgin Media and Orange plot against the valiant dalliances of your trusted narrators, all hell breaks loose in the blogging front. Continuity goes out the fucking window. You can’t blog in the fiery pits of Acheron, which is just where 2OJFG were momentarily flung (Stu made it out to go […]

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• Friday, February 22, 2008  12:29 am 

  You are going DOWN

  If human flesh could burn with flame, and if flame could be black as pitch, such was that before me
  The vibe of this post is the following: last night you came to this cabin in the woods with your friends, you thought it would be fun to spend a weekend in the woods. But the […]

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• Tuesday, January 29, 2008  6:52 am 

  The Synth That Dripped Blood

  After being criminally dropped from DC Recordings for being “too commercial” (wtf? surely about 2/3’s of the current DC roster is not what you would term as commercial?), Italian masked killer of scantily clad women, The Giallos Flame, is self-releasing an album of chic 70’s horror-homage on his very own label Analogue Screams.
  Said album will […]

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• Thursday, January 17, 2008  10:10 am 

  Horror Hause

  Are Excepter the techno Liars? Maybe Excepter are Liars, doing some wicker-tech-house on the side wearing man-suits to conceal they’re true identities, Buffalo Bill style - cos after all, theres only so much deep, dark forest prancing a fine fellow can take before the damning isolation drains any ounce of humanity from him and all […]

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• Sunday, September 23, 2007  11:58 pm 

  When songs attack pt. II

  STUART- Movement! Signal’s clean.
  He pans the scanner. Stops. The range display reads out, counting down.
  STUART- Range twenty meters.
  STEVEN (to Juan)- Seal the door.
  Juan picks up a hand-welder and moves to comply.
  STUART: Seventeen meters.
  SCOTT: Let’s get these things lit.
  He hands one flamethrower to Steven and begins priming the other himself. It lights with a […]

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