July 11th, 2016
OH YOU HEADLESS CHICKEN, CAN THOSE POOR TEETH TAKE SO MUCH KICKING?
Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, every other podcast disappears and stops downloading.
I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together recording a podcast.
Are you an interior decorator? Because when I saw you, the entire room became beautiful and full of amazing pod-content.
Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile and leave a comment in the comments.
Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass. PODC-ASS-T THAT IS AMIRIGHT??
<ITEM> It’s the two! Back again! It seems like just a week since their dulcet tones were here speaking truthisms and dropping raw wisdom. But nonetheless here we are. It’s A Gray Cult. It’s A Stagy Curl. It’s Cry At A Slug. It’s Gary Lactus. It’s Atheists Be Muted. It’s Ambushed Tie Test. It’s Headsets Tub Time. It’s The Beast Must Die. It’s Ice Lens. It’s License. It’s SILENCE!
<ITEM> There’s an extended admin/sponsorship session with recollections of Small Press Day 2016 at Dave’s Comics, Gosh Comics and Orbital Comics. Plus The Beast Must Die talks about Cerebus Again.
<ITEM> Reviewniverse time for boils and goils. Talk turns to Tales of The Wedding Present, Batman, Dark Knight III, Jupiter’s Legacy, Justice League Rebirth, Paper Girls and more.
So come on dive in…the water’s lovely. And full of comics.
January 23rd, 2015
YOU DIDN’T STAND BY ME, NO NOT AT ALL
Oh well. you turn your back for 10 minutes and all the little piggies find themselves a NEW podcast to listen to. I bet this podcast has shiny baubles, trinkets and doodads that would make any listener turn it’s head… well let me ask you this dear listener, WHO LOVES YOU, AND WHO DO YOU LOVE???
SILENCE! that’s who. And just because Christmas sauntered into New Year like a saucy minx wandering into a sauce factory, and just because REAL. LIFE. JUST GOT REAL…do you think that makes it okay to just flip your wig for the nearest podcast that shakes it’s little tail-feather in your general direction??? Well do ya pilgrim? Whatever happened to HONESTY? INTEGRITY? INNERCITY (Good life, good life, good life, good life…goood life!)??? WELL?
Oh look I don’t know. I’m just paid to write this shit by the hour, and let me tell you the hourly rate ain’t great. So you get what you been given. And that’s a medium slice of podcast served up with a good dose of sass!
Gary Lactus & the Beast Must Die are here to guide you through the latest 4-colour mission pamphlets….so grab your Leiderhosen and letsbe avenue…
<ITEM> Relax ev’ryone..The OL’ SPONSORSHIP is here. And it’ just as scintillating as you remember. Somehow the pair find time for a discussion of Marvel Soooperhero films,and Alan Moore synchronicities.
<ITEM> What’s that coming out of the woods, it’s THE REVIEWNIVERSE! feat. The Humans, 2000AD, The Thrillcast, Colin McNeil, Chopper, Gore, The Dark judges, Judge Anderson, Savage, The Winter Soldier, Jupiter’s Legacy, Batman, Colin Hoult, N.Kanan’s Exit, Daredevil and just a bit more
<ITEM> Just time to big up Graeme & Jeff’s Baxter Building FF podcast and then it’s home for scones and dead badger pancakes. Ta ta!
November 27th, 2013
Jupiter’s Legacy #1-3, by Marky “Mark” Millar, Frank Quitely and Pete Doherty
Forgive me for the somewhat less than timely review, but fuck me – three issues in this is still a startlingly uninteresting book, from pig (Millar) to lipstick (Quitely) and beyond (???).
It should go without saying that this response is merely a product of the reaction between the lines on the page and those etched into my long-suffering brain, but that in no way makes this a good or even halfway entertaining comic. So while it’s true that both Millar and Quitely have thwarted all expectations here by failing to irritate and innovate respectively, the only real problem experience poses for Jupiter’s Chegacy is that a lifetime of reading and watching stories will train you to spot a tired duffer like this miles off.
Familiarity itself isn’t the issue here, per se: the old power/responsibility theme could easily survive yet another regeneration, and there’s no reason why a story about the famous children of rich superheroes couldn’t be made timely and interesting. It’s the old world vs. the new, the people who made the world vs. those who have to limit in it, and surely that’s an easy sell in this post moneygeddon landscape? The problem, at least so far as this cynical critic is concerned, is more that no one involved in this comic seems particularly interested in how they’re saying anything:
Page after page of dialogue mounts up to little effect, with passionate arguments sitting on the page like undeveloped notes from the plot breakdown, lacking either the vanity of realism or the courage of true artifice. This is a comic full of gestures, which would be forgivable if we were dealing with the mangled mitts and marvelous manifestations of Ditko-era Doctor Strange. Instead, Jupiter’s Children nods absently towards a half-busy suburban street in the daylight, hoping that you’ll find something interesting there and mistake dumb luck for careful planning.