The last thirty years have seen computer games move from pixellated bats intercepting juddering phosphorescent squares to the hyper-realistic GPU powered content found on the current generation Xbox or Playstation. Somewhere near the beginning of this timeline, a young gamer, used to the garishly coloured sprites of the Spectrum and creme coloured chassis of the BBC Micro was walking through an anonymous Red Brick Council Estate. His destination, an erstwhile peer’s bungalow and onwards onto a pub that they were both way too young to actually be allowed into. Invited into the friend’s room, the gamer saw a smooth black square attached to a tiny TV on a desk. The occupier of the room had been lucky enough to be an early adopter of the Sega Mega Drive.
Currently reading through Brandon Graham’s King City. I managed to pick up his Multiple Warheads series on Image a few years ago, and found the King City graphic novel over at Mega City Comics recently.
King City the eponymous domain is rendered as a haven for Sasquatch super-spies, military-trained master burglars and suburban luchadors. Graham’s playful use of language wends an atypical reality with unique artefacts to deliver a superbly illustrated and readable story. If you get the chance, source this book :).
Really nice piece from Groove Magazine, which recently got 25 of Aphex Twin’s peers to ask him questions.
Well worth a read :).
Communing with comics in a bid to clear some of my reading backlog before the start of the new year. One on my list for a few months is Tekkon Kinkreet: Black and White from Taiyo Matsumoto. Very simple, but beautifully rendered black and white artwork, with a story following two street kids with superpowers as they apply their brand of morality to an amoral metropolis.
Strange thoughts courtesy of Jeremy Holt a while ago that started a conversation centred on whether paying comic artists upfront for a project would actually reduce their commitment to said project.
Seems slightly wrong-headed to me, and smacks of the mentality peddled by some in the games industry that devs should makes games for the love of the art, whilst those same pedlars were bathing in the lucre wrung from the hard work of the possibly naive but technically gifted developers…
Wickedness, the TEFOSAV Aggregation Project 0×0007 – Night Of The Living Dead Rescore has been released. The newly rescored film is up on Youtube also :).
As the sun rose on a muggy June morning and the horror loving inhabitants of the Frightfest queue started packing their various portable lawn chairs and polyester sleeping bags away, a sombre and tired figure shambled his way zombie-like into the morass of yawning bodies. Somehow the being dragged himself from a torpid crypt to thread a black conveyance across the early morning macadam, often repeating a thought that had long become a compulsion… “ticketttsss.”
The entity found himself briefly perplexed upon seeing the expected multitude of fellow cinema goers wrapped in a different configuration around Leicester Square. As the coffee that powered him began to course it’s way through tired arteries, the random synaptic firings that another time might see him post a snarky comment on twitter resolved into a concrete memory that indeed Frightfest was to be screened at the Vue Leicester Square this year so all was well with the world. After an indeterminate amount of time, the column of people was slowly swallowed by the theatre, and eventually the shape, more caffeine than human, stumbled back into the light, roaring at the brightening sky and waving captured tokens to the gods that would open the illusory gates of hell for another year.
Beware fair creatures, for these are the trailers to the films that this thing with the vaguest shape of a person rose from a moss covered cyclopean sarcophagus to live and breathe a number of months hence. We have enumerated them here so you are forewarned when you encounter it, for this being exists in your midst. Proceed with caution, for the photons and noises that excite it are not for the faint of heart and may contain what the more modern or labile of your species would call “spoilers”.