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As we approach thee end of 2010, we open the gun locker, gaffer tape a flashlight to our pump action shotgun and slide into the vietcong tunnels of what went on this year. There be monsters there. Being the all encompassing unstandardised weirdoes that we are, we make no attempt at ranking our choices, or…
Nick Cave turned down an offer to direct the film adaptation of Blood Meridian because he didn’t want to be the one to fuck it up. We hear it’s going to happen anyway, someone else will have to try and translate into images Cormac McCarthy’s description of the pilgrimage across derelict wastelands through which child…
But the third sister, who is also the youngest- hush! Whisper while we talk of her! Her kingdom is not large, or else not flesh should live; but within that Kingdom all power is hers. Her head, turreted like that of Cybele, rises almost beyond the reach of sight. She droops not, and her eyes,…
I am having to write this post in a dimly lit taberna because my Internet Service Providers are shit. Yes, I am talking about you Orange. You are shit. But by this time a crack team of homeostatic robots with pincers that inflict gangrened wounds are advancing towards your HQs, they can’t be detected by…