“The wind from the west, from the sundered land. Rot rides it, and the stench of blood. Cursed walker, will you travel there?” The world is burning, jackbooted storm-troopers blanket the streets in gas, ancient aboriginal sites are destroyed, our collective heritage and future is siphoned from the earth and filtered into hedge-funds and the […]Read More MÖRK BORG – Dungeons & Downtuning
Amongst the dizzying array of streaming media platforms we have access to during these sedentary last days of Rome, there remains one constant amongst all outlets. No, not the bland interfaces and stunted algorithms, I’m talking about Hitler documentaries. You can barely swing a cat without stumbling upon yet another lukewarm take on this prick, […]Read More Lords of Trash Smash the Fash – On the Importance of Punching Fascists
From the pits of the punk rock explosion to the mean streets of the Würstreich, Goblinko mastermind Sean Äaberg has been there, feathered quill in studded-wristband hand. Instantly recognisable, his heavy linework style leaps out at the viewer in brimstone jets of ultraviolet excess, a heady, addictive mix of xeroxed DIY bones wrapped in blue […]Read More Scion of the Würstreich – An Interview with Sean Äaberg
Feet firmly planted in the proud tradition of their maudlin Melbournian antecedents, Pigs of the Roman Empire clamber out of your speakers with a smouldering, moody take on post-punk that shoulders a uniquely antipodean twist on their debut EP ‘Seasick‘. This close-cropped quartet of serious young men waste no time in hoisting their banner with […]Read More The Empire Never Ended – The Pigs get Seasick
A dissonant chorus of howls pierced the sky, sinister huddled shadows rose up out of the blinding whiteout, and the naked man’s grizzled member swung pendulous and unencumbered in the chill night air. Almost immediately we wished we’d had the car serviced back in Albuquerque. It was going to be one of those nights. Printer […]Read More Of Blood, Snow, Fur and Fang – Don’t Let the Wolves Eat our Baby.
The scent of antiquity overwhelmed us as we pried open the crypt lid. It was the stench of the tomb, of dust and decrepitude, of mystery and malevolence, of memories unexpurgated and left to fester. But mostly it was the stench of cardboard. And plastic minis. “Who goes there?” boomed a threatening timbre. “Who dares […]Read More A Dragonfly in Amber- The Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Despite what I or anyone else thinks of it, Kickstarter has been a pretty amazing development in the democratisation of the creative commons. The crowdfunding model has empowered both individuals and small groups to realise their visions on a larger scale than previously thought possible, providing them with a platform and an audience hungry for […]Read More All Tomorrow’s Parties – Keeping Kickstarter Indie