The last couple of books by Laird Barron have been expanding his range beyond cosmic horror. There was the novella Man With No Name, a gore- encrusted Yakuza story which blended Miike’s and Kitano’s sensibilities with splashes of unnerving weirdness (this publication was paired with Blood and Sawdust, a brief but hugely enjoyable mad scientist
In which the reliably kiddie- friendly Star Wars universe reaches the logical conclusion of all that “heroism in battle” narratives, resulting in arguably the most downbeat chapter in its’ film history. That doesn’t mean that Rogue One is better than Empire… (let’s not kid ourselves here), but- even at its’ darkest- the original trilogy was always a
Lovecraft- inspired anthologies are a dime a dozen these days and it’s getting hard to be excited by them- or tell them apart for that matter. Props then, to Tomorrow’s Cthulhu, for managing to be one of the best short story collections of the year. Part of
Scott Nicolay’s lean, pitiless horror novella is the kind of narrative that feels slight initially, but ends up staying with you long after you’ve finished it. Experienced from the point of view of a young Asian American woman, the story follows three hikers exploring the Arizona
It took two hours for me to reach Kentish Town, due to massive delays in the London Underground, so it’s not like I was in a massive hurry to mosh or anything. I did expect the Cavalera brothers to gather quite a crowd- even
Singer, songwriter and poet, Leonard Cohen passed at age 82. “It is with profound sorrow we report that legendary poet, songwriter and artist, Leonard Cohen has passed away. We have lost one of music’s most revered and prolific visionaries” his web and facebook page stated a few hours ago. Wikipedia declared him dead on 7/Nov/2016.
Frustratingly, I reached Camden late due to a massive train delay, meaning that I completely missed King Parrot and Prong. I’ll need to rectify this in the future by checking out King Parrot’s stuff. As for Prong, Snap Your Fingers Snap Your Neck was THE jam for
Depending on who you ask, Ghost’s new EP is either a gorgeous piece of baroque pop metal or a bloated, kitsch monstrosity that is only worthy of the Eurovision song contest. There is precious little room for the middle ground here. While the metal community either loves
To no one’s surprise, last week’s Red Fang show at Koko was a blast. The evening started off well at Camden’s Black Heart, one of London’s greatest rock bars, which was predictably full of people who were drinking before the show (including assorted members of Red Fang and Orange Goblin).
Rookie horror writer Colleen Danzig decides to attend The Summer Tentacular, a Providence RI convention dedicated to the work of H.P. Lovecraft. There, she meets a number of fellow authors, most of whom turn out to be antisocial weirdos. Dismayed at the insularity of the “scene”, Colleen strikes up a weary rapport with Panos Panossian, a sardonic