Long before popcorn torture porn owned the mallrats or the Pentagon started contracting packs of robots to hunt down non-cooperative humans, Gravediggaz owned horrorcore.
I spent the last couple of days swimming in The Flaming Lips, interviewing front man Wayne Coyne and checking out his deranged holiday events, Christmas on Mars and March of 1,000 Skeletons.
Gang Gang Dance is that rare collective that eschews formal structures for free-for-all experimentation and expression.
I am hiding from the world, using Patrick McGoohan as a human shield.
Water wasters might want to get to work on finding a new state. Of mind, if possible.
Just in time for my daydream needs.
The heroic robot of Iron Giant spends the entirety of the film creating an identity by finding out what he is not: A weapon of mass destruction
The actual band that performed Little Tibia and the Fibias’ most excellent “The Mummy” has yet to be identified.
“It was so incredibly untrue to life and yet so perfectly exposing at the same time.”