Because The Sisters of Mercy released a new song.
“Not yet.” — Gloriana Blitz, Doomtroopers
ENTRY! We were pleasantly shocked by Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time… In Hollywood. Nostalgic without tripping into sentimentality, outrageous but sidestepping the obnoxious, the enfant terrible’s 9th film is nothing less than a joy. Leonardo DiCaprio plays a fading TV star in 1969 L.A., aided and backed-up by Brad Pitt, his stunt-double, wingman, and de facto best friend. Also on hand is Margot Robbie as DiCaprio’s new neighbor, Sharon Tate(!), a very tricky maneuver that Tarantino handles with the gentle grace of a fairy tale. And hence the title. It’s a bold move but it surprisingly satisfies. Once Upon a Time delivers all the pleasure of a good novel written by a trickster who has at last revealed a tender heart.
Once Upon a Time… In Hollywood is streaming now on Amazon Prime.
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ENTRY! Thank the Gods for John Coulthart, the artist, designer, and occasional writer who dazzles us each week with his Weekend Links. This time he wakes us from our stupor with the long out of print Blade Runner Sketchbook! It was more than just flying cars, kids.
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ENTRY! Kemper Norton’s new album, Brunton Calciner
Nobody does contemporary British neo-folk goth experimental better than Kemper. But don’t take my word for it, give him a listen. And while we’re talking music…
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ENTRY! Maiden’s mastermind Steve Harris speaks to Rolling Stone!
You’re also still doing “The Number of the Beast,” which got you in hot water with the far right in America in the Eighties for its satanic imagery. How did that one come together?
It was things like watching The Omen but it was more inspired by a poem [by Robert Burns] called “Tam o’ Shanter.” I’ve just always liked reading books and watching horror films.
Full Interview HERE.
#111! Unbelievable. It seems like only last Friday that The Phantom and the VS crew hit historic #100! VS is so much more to me than a cool mag I used to write for; it is nothing less than a staple of my life, eternal as the tide. Sure, I miss the days of visiting The Phantom and Managing Editor Ms Nag in fog-cloaked Ocean Grove on the Jersey shore, where multiple cats ruled the sidewalks, a sleepy town right down the street from Asbury Park and its formidable ghosts: the music, the Stone Pony; the broken boardwalk often seen on The Sopranos; a place where I made multiple pitches to The Phantom which included my short-lived column 21st Century Goth! and reviews of shit not easily available in North America. The Phantom let it roll, man—most of it, anyway. He hooked me up with interviewing Dario Argento, for fucks sake; he facilitated my sit-downs with the entire PHANTASM brigade (Don Coscarelli, Angus Scrimm, Reggie Bannister, Michael Baldwin, Bill Thornbury); and so much more, all of which I am forever grateful.
So here’s to VideoScope #111! We’re looking forward to #150.
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Libby Cudmore’s THE BIG REWIND
My Amazon review of this excellent novel:
Yearning, desire, heartache… and regret. These are the elements that drive every successful love song, and they are the forces that make THE BIG REWIND a wonderful novel. It’s a murder mystery, yes, as well as a carpet-bombing of pop-culture references—too many per paragraph, in this reviewer’s opinion—but the excellent Libby Cudmore gets a pass. This girl can write. Insightful, funny, and often poignant, THE BIG REWIND is a bulletproof concept album of a novel that will play smooth and seamless in every music lover’s literary jukebox.
Libby holds a music party every Saturday night on twitter! Tune in @LibbyCudmore!
… I can’t watch or listen to Stuart Adamson and Big Country performing The Storm without shedding blood-red tears. The loss, the waste. God, I wish I could have been there in that stupid hotel in Hawaii 2001 and talked him out of the closet and the rope.
God, we need passion like this more than ever.
Me, to liquor store man (who is a stoic, humorless, unimaginative robot): “How’s it going, Sarge?”
He (as always), “Can’t complain.”
Me, after a solid sigh: “A man who can’t complain is a man without consciousness, self-awareness, vision, compassion, guts. There is PLENTY to complain about: Las Vegas. Our failing ecosystem. Donald fucking Trump.”
He: “That’ll be $10.26.”
Jesus. Keep on rockin’ in the free world, kids. Don’t give up.
We must resist despair.
Fan vid by MrMarrs. It’s really excellent. Check it out.
The ghost of Denis Johnson stands across the street, coins over his eyes. Soon, everybody’s going to be telling his story. I have only one story to tell about Denis, but it’s a fairly potent tale. Stay tuned.
For My Girl
via Laughing Squid. Hey, it brightened my day.