The 80's

That decade is responsible for a few things that are either making a resurgence of late or never went away. (Not many of them good.)
So- I give you the New Wave, the Yuppie and the Old Skool. (I'll give you a hint: one of these things ain't bad!)

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HBO: Deadwood

Al & Seth! Couldnae RESIST!



Plus! John from Cincinnati!

Blue biro, Coles coloured pencils and a 5 mins in Photoshiv=

HWC: Valkyrie

Doing a spot of cheeky recycling, as the Return to Mexico is scheduled for this coming Friday, and I must get with the PACKINGS and similar!

This one dates back to 2005- it's Wendy O Williams of the Plasmatics, a mighty she-warrior who would give even Zula and Red Sonja combined PAUSE if confronted with her maniacal, be-mohawked VISAGE on the field of BATTLE!



(If she wasn't dead.

And they weren't fictional.

Obviously.)

Extra points for this album cover, too:

¡Vete a la mierda!

Brit, Lindsay and Paris, eh?

What better epithet to describe their intellectually/ emotionally/ spiritually bankrupt existences?

FUCKED(!) indeed.



This one's ink washes, some fabric textures and the requisite Photoshoppe cleanupppery.

(The HWC, it is RETURNED! The ball's in YOUR court, Mr Fraser...)

Indoctrinator

Putting the 'fundament' back into 'fundamentalism', my 'inator' is inspired by this here article in this month's Rolling Stone, which explores the horrific teenaged version of 'Jesus Camp', otherwise known as Battlecry, which is run by a gloriously helmet haired exploiter of the confused and angsty, one (L?) Ron Luce.



'Nuff said, eh?

Hombre De la Guitarra De la Justicia

Starting out good and soft on myself (umn- you know what I mean...); a few hand generated textures, some Illustratory graphic elements, line drawing and typography combine to delineate our chum Tom Morello doing his roaming acoustic troubadour activist thing in his 'Nightwatchman' guise.



(The new album is 'One Man Revolution', and you should secure it via hook or crook, you chardy slurping types...)

Can't Resist

[Edit, 5.6]

I've said it before (and now I'll say it again, to paraphrase Sir Robert Halford): there' s a bit of a heavy metal renaissance bubbling away beneath the surface out there in the choppy waters of popular culture zeitgeisty land.

More specifically, in this case, there's been a resurgence of metal based around the template of the protest song/ album in this paradoxically conservative genre.

Like anything else, it ranges from the sublime (Machine Head's ferocious and possibly epochal The Blackening) to the ridiculous Ozzy Osbourne's well intentioned but ultimately whiffy Black Rain, to everything in between (Pro-Pain's blunt force trauma inducing Age of Tyranny; Megadeth's occasionally incisive but mostly confused United Abominations).

At any rate, these blasts of vitriole and dissent from the politicised, shaggy maned widdly diddly set reminded me, if you'll pardon the indulgence, of the vivid depictions of aural torture in Michael Winterbottom's harrowing Road to Guantanamo.

Specifically, I was reminded of the use of, you guessed it, good old innocent Satan baiting HM as a technique for the 'gathering of information' from, in this case, a couple of Pommy schoolkids who'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time (Pakistan) post, and I hesitate to use the term, '9/11', and ended up in Cuba at the pleasure of one Mr Dubya Bush.

So, there you go- put two and two together and you get this, entry deux in this week's 'politics' themed jamboree:



Clockwise from top left: Dave Mustaine (Megadeth), Ozzy Osbourne (Prince of *ahem* Darkness), Robb Flynn (Machine Head), Eric Klinger (Pro-Pain)


3.6.07

A Sunday evening freakout, spurred by the next President (don't let him tell you otherwise)...

Read this for a sampler.

It's your duty!

More to come later this week.