"Cartoonist Kayfabe" is the brainchild of two hyperactive comic creators, Ed Piskor (X-Men Grand Design, Hip Hop Family Tree) and Jim Rugg (Afrodisiac, Mtsyry: Octobriana 1976) and it's one of the most interesting podcast/video dissection of roughly five decades of comic book history (from the 70s to today, with a strong emphasis on the 90s, "the dark ages" of mainstream comics when every superhero had turned into a many-toothed, pouch-wearing demented clone from an alternate future).
I've discovered countless new fascinating creators thanks to those two guys, and if you're not well-versed into the history of the medium, their YouTube channel will be your best entry point into the art form.
'Kayfabe' has almost become a synonym for interesting comics these days (many comic book shops have a Kayfabe corner) and it seems they're on the verge of becoming an actual brand as their Spreadshirt shop indicates.
Lots of interesting posts can be found on their Instagram account too, like this one below which will give you an idea of how influential they've become!
(Note: I just learned something I didn't know while researching where the word 'Kayfabe' came from, it's used in professional wrestling to indicate the necessary suspension of disbelief in non-wrestling related events such as feuds or gimmicks.)
Here's their introduction video if you want to learn where they're coming from.
As a kid, this movie title always scared me for unknown reasons (I mean, apart from the fact that cars could not really eat, could they? and if they did, how on Earth would they swallow an entire city?)... So this Peter Weir movie's always eluded me until recently when a friend lent me her DVD. I can safely say the movie is not that good - it's not very well-written and doesn't make much sense, even in an oblique, allegorical way. On the other hand, I fell in love with the great soundtrack by Bruce Smeaton, which was screaming "sample me! sample me!" all along, especially with the two great opening numbers. Discogs tell me there's only a 7'' EP single available, which is a shame, really (for a whopping €100 apiece!) as the opening tune is not to be found anywhere... anyway, here's the main theme which has a nice groove to it - and the coolest ever design for a car!
Belgian DJs/label Radio Martiko not only are doing absolutely stellar reissues of old and forgotten worldwide gems on vinyl, they also have a killer selection of free online mixes of Oriental Rock, Greek 45s or Egyptian crooners, available here.
Here's how they describe their musical leanings: "Brazilian beat or Armenian rock ‘n roll? French mambo or Iranian surf? Chinese twist or Belgian bellydance? Welcome to the universe of Radio Martiko soundsystem!!! We’ll take you from a steaming soul club in Chicago to a Haitian carnival, from the suburbs of Lagos to a Bombay film set, from a London mod meeting to the casbah of Cairo.
Come and shake with the monkeys!!!"
Released on Nov. 16th by Strange Attractor, check out this new book set by Rose Simpson, chronicling her time behind the scenes (and upfront) with The Incredible String Band, everyone's favourite hippie poster boys in the swinging sixties.
Between 1967 and 1971 Rose Simpson lived with the Incredible String Band (Mike Heron, Robin Williamson and Licorice McKechnie), morphing from English student to West Coast hippie and, finally, bassist in leathers. The band’s image adorned psychedelic posters and its music was the theme for an alternative lifestyle.
Woah. Look at that. Who'd have thought Danny Elfman would release the creepiest video of the year? His new single "Happy" on Epitaph/Anti- absolutely rules, I must have listened to it a dozen times already since I found out about it this morning. Think OINGO BOINGO meets his later orchestral movie stuff meets early SKINNY PUPPY (wait till the 2'45'' mark). I must confess I haven't paid too much attention to his movie scores after the 90s but this one is a keeper. I don't even know if there will be a full album but I'll pay close attention!
Here's Volume 2 of the death (and genre) defying series of mixtapes made for my friends for Halloween. As usual, it's a mixmatch of heavy tunes, atmospheric bangers and party killers, from DECEASED to Ennio Morricone, PINKISH BLACK to VANILLA FUDGE, all kinds of good sludge and the best gooey bits are included.
Download the whole thing here or listen to it in the Mixtapes section of No Clout.
Merry lockdown, everyone.
"What's wrong with being sexy?"
I guess SPINAL TAP's Nigel Tufnel would fail to see the point of this short 17-minute long documentary summarizing Blondie's career through a montage of the worst questions asked on repeat by TV presenters ("Why did you dye your hair/take on some weight? How do you compare to Madonna?")... until the band brings a puppet monkey called Minkie to answer in their stead.
Debbie Harry's facial expressions as the questions get stupider and stupider are absolutely priceless!
Director Meghan Fredrich answers some questions about her movie here:
"During the musical performance at the end of the film, Debbie sings “Here comes the 21st century, it’s gonna be much better for a girl like me.” As the audience now watching this film in the 21st century, we have to ask ourselves: Is it? "
One of my favourite film music podcasts is back, right on time for Halloween, and I can't wait to listen to this brand new episode! "Featuring a musical candy-bowl of scary soundtracks, classic and contemporary thrillers, synthwave, horror disco, and NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 4's rap battle." Almost 4 hours of the best Spooktober music out there!
Now it's been shipped to its new owner, my contribution for the latest round of the Metal Punk Tape Exchange was so much fun to make, I feel I should go into a more detailed account of how it came to be, if only to keep a trace of it. The music will probably surface one day in the Mixtapes section of this website, but let's talk for now about the concept itself...
First of all, I've been thinking for a long time of how a mixtape would be "deconstructed" or "reconstructed" by some different life forms or a non-human intelligence (yes, I think about stuff like this all the time haha), a bit like French writer Claro did in his 'Black Box Beatles' novel, only in a more prosaic and 'earthy' manner.
So this is the package that my recipient for this round got in his mailbox: a C60 mixtape, obviously, and some clippings. The tape in itself is a fairly straightforward Heavy Metal/Hard Rock mix of obvious tunes and the lesser known gems that I always feel like sharing with the rest of the world. Songs I like, solid bangers, the works. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But this time, the tape itself is not the be-all end-all of the exchange. On the contrary...
Now imagine if the very same cassette tape lay dormant in a time capsule for centuries, millenia, eons...
War, plague, pestilence, famine: the human race has come and gone.
Earth has some new owners now, a highly advanced race of mutant cockroaches. Sometimes their archaeologists dig stuff up from the ground. Ancient artefacts from the previous inhabitants of this planet: us.
But the thing is, they don't know how to make heads or tails of their discoveries, having no clue as to the purpose of the objects they find.
The humans worked in such mysterious ways. Our cockroaches are literally obsessed with their predecessors. They write books about us. So what could be the purpose of this new discovery, the "tape", this mysterious plastic rectangle holding a ribbon inside? A top team of cockroach scientists are on the case. They exchange emails and theories, and I included some of their correspondence, public and private, with the clippings.
Of course, even if they've found a way of listening to what's on the ribbon, they're lost in conjecture as to the purpose of it all. So they highlight what they know and what they don't on a diagram, which I also included in the package.
Like I've said before, I had a lot of fun making all that stuff up. But honestly, in the name of The Great Ootheca, I could have never done it without those guys in the first place... don't know if you remember them? The funky little buggers that live in Joe's Appartment? Who knows, my futuristic cockroach scientists could even be distant relatives of theirs...
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