Only Death and Idiots are Certain

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Went to get a flu shot today (cue anti-vaxxers collective GASP!)

No big occurrence, no major deal, no funny story. Except.

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In the Shade of the Monocular Frog

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And as the clock ticks down inevitably towards impending armageddon, yet another strike against the survival of our nation is tolled, another notch in a very busy belt for the grim reaper.

Another voice for sanity lost, as the madmen froth at the mouth and bounce on their squatting legs, arms waving excitedly like the neanderthals they are.

The sane among us, wake up. We have one last shot before we all go over the falls. Make it count.

And now, on with the proceedings!

…does anyone else catch a whiff of Cabaret about all this?

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Still More Prophecies of Mystery and Shadows

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And as we edge closer to potential national armageddon (or so the literal army of drooling mouth breathers encountered online would lead any sane person to fear), we’ll keep pumping ’em out while freedom of speech and action is still more than just a fading memory.

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Prophecies of Mystery and Shadows

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And here we are in the home stretch. Will the Grand Experiment that was our Founders’ dream burn to dust amidst the fanning flames of fascism?  Or will everyone man up, mobilize and stop pouting like children because we didn’t exactly get our way in the primaries once again?

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Yet Another Proclamation of DOOM

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Another batch of goodies (and not so-goodies) for your perusal and delectation…

Avaunt!

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Stoned Immaculate (or merely trying)

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Hey, it’s a nicer day today than it has been for the last few, feeling like a weight’s been lifted off the ol’ shoulders…why don’t we fire one up and dig into a whole heapin’ helpin’ of stoner doom?

It must be 4:20 somewhere…

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Nuclear Harvests of Blood and Darkness (Act Three)

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Just because.  Another batch of reviews is ready, so here’s yet another heaping helping of humour, just a hint of hubris (all musicians are full of it…) and plenty of heartwarming honesty to hole up with.

Have fun!

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One More Belated Vote for Remain Ensues…

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Saw a live show the other day from hipster indie rockers The Kaiser Chiefs. Like many such acts, I hadn’t been all that familiar with ’em, other than that sort of annoying “ruby ruby ruby” thing, and while energetic enough, the mostly screamed out set of mutant Britpop revivalism left yours truly with a rather blase taste in the mouth.

Tepid is the best way to describe it – not exciting (like retro 70’s/stoner rockers Blues Pills) or irresistibly likeable like The Kills in all their 80’s UK retro vibe and minimalist guitar experimentation or moreso, Peter Bjorn and John in their blatant Paul Weller and Neil Finn worship (go ahead, try to find the song that wasn’t trying to walk some tightrope between either The Jam and Style Council or Split Enz and Crowded House)…just hummably, watchably acceptable with a bitter side of overinflated ego from the (let’s be nice here) semitalent frontman.

But why bring this up, you ask?

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Dad Rock and Trad Metal – the return…

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So as readers can probably tell, yours truly has been in more of a doom mood of late, with the extreme heat shuffling much of our coverage into the realms of the more “extreme” forms of metal: thrash, death and of course black in all its myriad permutations and shades.

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Another Assortment of Ad Hoc Ad Libs on comics, cinema and colloquialisms

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I was recently challenged to write something a tad more positive and fanboyish than usual (by a source whose examples were downright autistic both in terms of literary quality and in gushing, unabashed stars in the eyes praise for every fart produced by a certain company or two. Seriously, it was jaw droppingly embarrassing.)

The first writeup below therefore may come off a bit more happy happy joy joy than usual…or not.  Existential authenticity trumps all other considerations, and in the end, the buck stops here.  Needless to say, they ultimately weren’t happy with it, so here it is back in our court, for your delectation.

Without further ado, shall we?  Many and multifarious delights await!

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