We’re going to take a day off tomorrow for the holiday. We’ll be back on Monday.
Suat explained why comics will never be as exciting as video games.
Caro explained why this thing she found is comics (and in comments folks speculate on whether or not it might be by William Steig.)
Suat discussed Chester Brown’s gospel adaptations.
At the Reader I discussed the black metal band Ludicra and women in extreme metal.
The fact that when the women in Ludicra sound like women they’re essentially being used to replace a synthesizer is emblematic of how gender works in extreme metal. Which is to say, it doesn’t work at all. Extreme metal doesn’t care about men and women. It barely cares about bodies. Johnny Rotten howls “I’m not an animal!” and extreme metal responds with a louder and even more hideous howl of indifference. Misanthropy, to say nothing of misogyny, is for the living. Extreme metal’s aggression may sound male on the surface, but a corpse isn’t masculine even if it has a penis. Extreme metal seeks a monstrous oblivion; it uses unrelenting noise to destroy not just the dying animal but also the angel fastened to it. “Teach me to mask the spirit . . . The farce of human bonds / Of dignity and respect,” Shanaman howls. “Let me be the clean white void / The slate . . . the unwritten.” You don’t have genitals when you’re a mask upon a void.
I gave a one-star review to Kath Bloom’s remarkably lame new album over at Madeloud.
I reviewed the new Twilight Graphic Novel on tcj.com.
This is a fascinating article about the copyright difficulties of producing a documentary about sampling.
And I enjoyed Erica Friedman’s wrap up of her and her wife’s trip to Japan.