Kurtis Blow, and his profound effect on my life, as well as all the other old-old-oldskool of HipHop.

This might be of critical importance to how you proceed forward for the rest of your life.

This year can only be described as a giant faceplant and a half. Mental escapism has been the order of the day. I’m philosophizing here about how culture is formed, packaged and reformed.

We are wrestling for supremacy against pictoral muddiness.

How will we do?

There is no safe harbour. Try and establish the reality you want to see in the place you are in before chucking in the towel and moving.

Plus: where the hell is Clio. A half-assed musical investigation into an italo mystery.

Okay okay, hear me out…

Third article in one day. This is an unprecedented flurry of activity. I’m gonna bitch about the weather. I’m also gonna talk about Suikoden.

I’m a one-man band and I make the rules. The rules are thus:

…can be forced to do unreasonable things. The Legend Of The Killdozer.

Ancient Greek Philosophers can be a douchey lot, add me to the chorus of historical critics against Plato.

Who was this great unknown street fighter? Was he anything???

Oozing irressistable subcontinental sexual energy, how the hell did she manage to pull away from the sheer gravitational force of his throbbing love aura….

Sooner or later people get sick of your shit. And they can’t be fucked with you anymore.

At long last… Watch out for the killer fleshlights.

I don’t think the singularity will go down the way anyone thinks it will.

I am issuing a defence of Garfield.

Memorializing the great pandemic…. or was it a plandemic… of 6th Century Byzantium. Fucking Chinese….

Peacefully and collectively after running out of water… Plus we also put the extinct island hippo underneath the microscope.

Farewell you rascally devil…

What the hell was it?