SILENCE! #98
March 27th, 2014
APE IN CAGE WITH WIRE CUTTERS
Okay I’ll come clean. It was me. It was me that dressed up as the glowing ghost and haunted that old mill. And, yes it was me that was behind the screaming skull that scared away all the visitors to the museum. Yes, AND it was me that created the banshee’s wails that kept all the prospectors away from the abandoned mine. I achieved it all with the use of lights, pulleys, fluorescent paints and the latest radiophonic special effects. I admit it. It was me, ME! Me, Disembodied Janitorbot X-15735. And I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you PESKY LISTENERS!
<ITEM> There’s some top notch admin, with Gary Lactus’ new celebrity mate Christian ‘Chris’ Bale, Lena Dunham, and of course the ever loving sponsorships passing in the night
<ITEM> Welcome to the ReviewMovieverse with a special spoiler free review of Captain America: Winter Soldier, with a free ranging discussion of all superhero movies including Christopher ‘Chris’ Nolan’s Bat-trilogy, along with Gary’s grousing about the perils of 3D films and being a spacegod.
<ITEM> Then it’s on to the Reviewniverse proper with a championship bout of The Fuse, Anthony & The Johnston’s, Lou Reed Day, Tim Leopard & The Davison Era, Ms MArvel, Daredevil, Prophet, Action Comics, Rocket Girl, Sex Criminals, Archie, Josie & The Pussycats and a load more codswallop.
Now get back in your van, take that terrifying mutant dog, and that deranged drug addict with you and SCRAM!
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This edition of SILENCE! is proudly sponsored by the greatest comics shop on the planet, DAVE’S COMICS of Brighton.
It’s also sponsored the greatest comics shop on the planet GOSH! Comics of London.
We talk a bit about Tim Leopard in this podcast. Here’s some of his story work with Mass Roman doing accompanying sounds as The Davison Era. WARNING!!! This stuff is horrible and may well offend you.
March 28th, 2014 at 1:50 am
Chris. Major jels. I would’ve gone up to him and sung The PowerPuff Girls theme in a Batman voice. Or thrown a paper aeroplane with breasts drawn on it past his head to replicate The Empire Of The Sun (a rare WW2 film by Steve).
I feel a bit funny when people call writers and artists Mister this or Ms. that. Stan always said, “I REMEMBER WHEN I INVENTED PATRILINEALITY. I DON’T REGRET THEM AS SUCH, BUT FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THEM WITH RESPECT TO MIGHTY MARVEL MAVENS SUCH AS JOHN, JOHN, JOHN, OR JOHN’S SISTER MARIE.”
Not so easy to do in real life, though.
This week I have been mostly reading Viz. A fine outing this month, including a return of the family from the achingly bleak social satire We Blight Christmas (and We Buy Xmas?). Car crash comics.
Plus it features the phrase “half-fat-man-bat,” which made me do a glee.
I also picked up a budget digital collection – not a trade, not a GN, just an assembly of comics like you might do yourself with a binder – of Spider-Island. There’s product placement for Orbit Gum, Steve: The First Avenger and Harley Davison Motorbikes throughout the first act. Bad enough in a single issue you’ve paid £3 for; outrageous in a trade paperback.
The story is like unto that of a videogame – Web of Shadows, for instance – and there’s so much of the essential plot offloaded to the tie-in comics I ignored first time around that I felt justified in double-dipping. Less stuttery than I remember, and featuring some lovely energetic art from Humberto et al. (although there is a bit where The White Rabbit spends three pages thrusting her cottontail right into the reader’s face), it’s brilliant for the discounted price.
I also read a Norrin digicomic today that, while absolutely brilliant, sweet and funny on all levels, was just too Doctor Who for my comfort. I mean, I lurve me some Thete, but there’s a time and a space, ya know?
Have fun on your brotrip tomorrow. I’ll be cleaning my room – binning literally bushels of old mags to make room for air and humans – and trying not to choke on the dust of ages.
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April 1st, 2014 at 7:34 am
Look, it’s not that I mind you eating at me, your dear listener (sod the others, I know it’s me you’re talking to really). I understand that even gigantic Kirbyesque space gods require sustenance. But satay? I have peanut allergies guys! And this cream is just not working.