Aggregator Bastardator

October 18th, 2011


As you hopefully noticed, we spent a large part of last month bringing you the best in bastardry.  We’ve got some spooky Notes From the Borderland coming up in time for Halloween, so right now seems like as good a time as any to collect all of our bastardly musings together and to celebrate the cruel simplicity of the banner The Beast Must Die created for the event:

Hopefully you’ll be able to forgive me for indulging in a little bit of back-patting here while I take you through AN INDEX OF BASTARDS!

DARKSEID IS… looking pretty fucking slick, actually! Click here to experience MAXIMUM BASTARDATION!

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August 26th, 2011


Like I said last time, it’s been a while since we did one of these, eh? Still, that’s alright – it’s not like there’s been another Royal Wedding I could have sniped at or anything!

Anyway, enough of that (You’re telling us! – Ed) – I want to put some filth in you .  Best take your shots first, unless you actually want to catch something…


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April 29th, 2011

Special “Repeat after me fuck queen and country!” edition – UPDATED WITH A RIGHT ROYAL REWARD FOR ALL OUR LOYAL READERS!

It’s been a while since the Mindless did some linkblogging, but it’s a sunny Friday morning and I’ve been working away like a good little republican (Best not mention the fact that you’re taking a day off in lieu eh? - Ed), so here we go!

IMAGE COMICS, Kane & Hine style!

Every time you click this link a hero dies!

Points of interest

January 7th, 2010


  • If you spend all day on your hands and knees with no one to talk to then a good podcast can really perk you up.  In particularly dire situations an amusing man may even save your life.   Paul Foot has amused me greatly of late since his Resonance FM show has been made available in podcast form.  His mode of address is charming, like he’s being constantly distracted by his own head until a gush of comedy concept pours fourth.  He look a bit like a Roxy era Brian Eno too! (gl)
  • Not pranksters. Serious men

    Not pranksters. Serious men

    After watching the Coen’s latest film A Serious Man, I found myself dwelling upon the fact that many, many film critics simply aren’t up to doing their job. Far from being the architects of empty cathedrals of meaning – a description of their work that is heavily implied if not outright stated in far too many positive and negative reviews – the Coen’s movies are and perhaps always have been very concerned with tackling deep and important issues. The fact that there are paid critics out there who don’t understand that A Serious Man, amongst other worthwhile things, poses difficult questions, troubles me immensely, but thankfully notable pundit Matt Zoller Seitz isn’t amongst them. Even better, he’s written an essay (one of ten on the best film makers of the decade) that attempts to undermine the popular and specious view outlined above. Personally I don’t think his analysis goes deep enough in that he seems to miss the point that much of the Coen’s work is explicitly philosophical – I doubt that anyone who knows anything about the studies of epistemology and intentionality would fail to see that A Serious Man has Serious things to say on those subjects. (z)

  • Sesame Street + Phillip Glass + the geometry of circles = wonderful (z)

Aggrebator Masturvator

October 22nd, 2009


  • Kick off web of the week this week with Horror Panegyric on Supervert – an essay-length digest of the book of the same name, a critical overview of David Britton/Michael Butterworth/John Coulthart et al.’s impossible to find/even harder to untangle verboten splatterpunk masterpiece Lord Horror,  its sequels, and the variant iterations of the icon in other media. The essay itself is tight and very readable, and most interestingly through it you can find throughout and parrallel extracts from all three super-obscure novels (Lord HorrorMotherfuckers: The Auschwitz of Oz and Baptised in the Blood of Millions).
  • Have a link to the Savoy site as well, and try and untangle the whole bloody (very, very bloody) mess of it out for yourself.
  • Also from Supervert, thanks very much had a lot of fun there recently, well look – you’re not 19 so you don’t want to read Confessions of an English Opium Eater, you don’t want to bore yourself crazy so forget Recollections of the Lakeside Poets, but look here, De Quincey’s seminal, twisted, never-in-a-bookshop essay On Murder Considered as One of the Fine Arts as a nice little .pdf for you to download and read and that. Loads of other Opium Tom goodness there too.
  • But that’s all a bit dark and nasty, so try this. No matter what kind of a nerd this poor kid grows into, he will be able to look back on this moment and feel comfortable in the knowledge that for one wonderful day he was indeed the most excellent thing on Planet Earth: (b)


  • Why are you reading this blog? Why aren’t you, right at this very moment, reading this one? Hmmmm HMMMMMM! The good old Brutal One over at Teatime Brutality just keeps on churning out some of the best comic blogging on the internet and you owe it yourself to go and have peek. The latest topic: narrative, and why chucking beginnings, middles and endings out the window can be a very good thing. All that via ongoing superhero comics, Final Crisis, Doctor Who, Big Brother, Charlie Chaplin, The Sims, Faye Weldon, Dickens, ‘n’ more.What’s that? You don’t like Doctor Who? Big Brother is boring? I don’t particularly like them either, but you know what?Shut up go read won’t regret shush (z)


  • Thanks to David Allison I stumbled across this article on Mullholland Drive, a veritable critical smorgasboard that opens up the prevailing critical approaches to the film and brings some fresh ideas to the discussion. Not only that! Some of it is really annoying! Is it just me or do readings of MH that position it strictly as a critique of Hollywood drive anyone else up the wall? The idea that David Lynch is cynical also pisses me off – the guy’s work suggests to me that he’s incapable of straightforward cynicism. It’s probably worth noting that the chap who puts forward the latter of these opinions (and who I find myself agreeing with very strongly later in the discussion) also suggests that Lynch “cultivates” an irrationalist persona in interviews, which kinda leaves me baffled. Am I supposed to buy the idea that his talk of “the eye of the duck”, his vocal support for Transcendental Meditation, and his constant emphasis on the feel of things is in some way a contrivance? I’m not sure I’m prepared to pigeon-hole Lynch as an irrationalist, but I certainly don’t see his irrational tendencies, in particular the fact that he often produces texts that cannot be entirely reduced (hey, that’s my assertion!), as anything approaching false. My next bugbear comes in the form of the idea that Lynch is a tricky trickster, a kind of narrative huckster who’s goal is to lure us into thinking we’ve found the correct reading only to undermine our noodlings at the last minute. To be fair, that position never comes roaring into view, but I spotted it lurking in the background more than once. I appreciate that this sort of reading has certain charm, but it strikes me as very simplistic and more than a little specious. But enough with griping, I can really get behind this:“Now, I’m always surprised at how people view Mulholland Drive primarily as an intellectual mystery to be solved, rather than as one of the saddest, most emotionally devastating movies ever made.”Oh yeah, and Abhay and David Fiore feature. You like them, don’t you?(As an added bonus, here’s some of what Amy had to say about the movie yarns ago on Barbelith:

    “I do think the film is ostensibly *about* a woman who arrives in Hollywood, falls in love and kills her lover, and I do think the 1st part is best described as “fantasy”. But all this “she is wanking/dreaming and then she wakes up” business…..

    The whole thing seems…haunted, somehow – all the heavily emotionally charged objects/spaces/beings/etc: the black bedroom, the box, Mulholland Drive…. The film…it seems as though someone’s trying to work through something, a mind reworking an old trauma, devouring itself. It’s all very “hungry ghost”.

    There is the sense of an absence; as though something is forced to play itself out, some violent, habitual process – a psychic scar that won’t heal – but we know where it leads: Death. The absence looms over everything, and occasionally makes itself visible, as the cracks begin to appear in the cute, comfortable love story the deluded spirit clothes itself in.”

    The rejection of the word “dream” for “haunting” equals a big yes in my book. It should be noted that Amy *isn’t* saying that anything straightforwardly supernatural is going on, his view is more abstract than that, and far less literal. Personally I think there’s something in the idea of a haunting that could potentially reconcile David Fiore and Charles Reece’s views, in that, to my mind, it lets you have your subject and eat it) (z)

  • Whatever. Let’s have some real class.  Picture this – you’re a kid growing up in a small, relatively rural village in the South East of England. You’re bored, up late, and watching shitty TV. Then these opening credits appear  and you see a vision of ultimate shiny corporate splendour that seems a billion miles from the trees, grass and middle England cosiness of your immediate surroundings. Look at that hair! Those smiles! That Corbin Bernsen! That embarrassment of stereotypical cuddlytardness that is Larry Drake! Now I had something to aspire to. That vision of shimmering skyscrapers and power dressing has haunted me ever since. One day my life will have those opening credits. I just know it. (tbmd)
  • While we’re at it, remember this? Has there ever been a more grown up man then Jack Killian? I wanted to be part of his little radio crew so bad.  Heck that crew rolled with the awesome little kung fu master from Big Trouble in Little China, sporting a totally boss uber-mullet. Saxophones, skyscrapers and silky tones. We be all about the smooth, sensual and serious 80′s here at Mindless HQ. (tbmd)

  • Nearly five years ago now, K-Punk broadcast a kind of sound-collage thing on Resonance called londonunderlondon (parts 1, 2, 3, 4 – takes a bit of downloading if your kit’s anything like mine). It’s a deep topography thinkpiece, Stewart Home eets Eno if you like, on The Tube and the conceptual framework underneath London that it represents. I’m not sure it works entirely – the mixing is a bit frustrating in so far as you can’t hear the words over the music (deliberate probably, annoying definitely), and the thrilling radiophonic flourishes don’t sem to merge with the whole as well as they could. Ultimately, it sounds like music as made by a philospher, which is never going to be ideal. However, this bit of prose, something of a companion piece to the audio, focusing on Wells’ and Kneale’s interpretations of the problem of life and London is electrifying.
  • Sorry if you’re outside the UK, you probably won’t be able to hear this, but Will Self on JG Ballard. Swearing on Radio 4! (b)


September 18th, 2009

  • Wow, it’s a strange thing indeed to disagree with Jog quite so strongly! I normally nod along to his reviews, sometimes cracking a smile at the odd epiphany. Not this time. This time I found myself wondering whether we were reading the same comic (Batrob issue 3). The very idea that Quitely’s action scenes were occasionally difficult to parse, or that they were too slow? Crazy times. Quitely manages the almost impossible feat of making feel movement within (and less extraordinarily between) frames. I can probably count the other artists working within the genre that can do that on maybe three fingers. (z)
  • If you didn’t already know, recorded music is over. Bill Drummond tells it like it is, and even if his diagnosis doesn’t prompt you to start you own choir of wailing neanderthals, the musical history he relates, the mirror he holds up to modern consumer culture and the questions it all raises are very interesting and meaty indeed. This podcast will only take up 25 mins of your time – do listen to it. (amy)
  • Incredibly, even though I read comics, I really like art, design, photography, etc, so from now on, with each aggregator, I’m going to include links to somewhere you can find some pretty pictures, esp image blogs. Sure, they’re just freeze-frames from DVDs, but think of it as found art. Anyway, you can never go wrong with anything remotely goatmendes-like. (amy)
  • And finally from me, if you haven’t already heard it you must check out this Brian Eno interview conducted by Alan Moore. Two of the most interesting guys on the planet having a nice chat. Brilliant. And it’s bit like comics because I gather Mr. Moore has written a comic called Spawn in the past. In the eighties or something. There was a smiley face I think. (amy)