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Finally I can get stuck into all those festive songs I've been quietly amassing on here but unable to play...
Sat on the Tube reading Ken MacLeod's The Sky Road, I'd already looked up from one character's visit to the rejuvenation clinic to see the headline "Scientists Close To Elixir Of Youth" (only the Telegraph's take on this, alas - but what really grabbed me was that the font was slightly off, as in a film where you see a newspaper and they've not quite designed the one plot-relevant fake article right). So I was already in a signs and portents mood when I saw that the chap next to me had what looked like a yellow passport, with which he was fumbling around as he rearranged his pocket. Keeping a subtle eye on it, I saw that it denoted membership of the Order of the Secret Monitor. Hang about - that sounds important, and esoteric, and is surely not something one should be letting slip on public transport!
Turns out they're just a soppy subdivision of the Masons, albeit one with the entertainingly homosexual alias 'the Brotherhood of David and Jonathan'.
Speaking of mysterious documents letting you down, the idea of finding the Question's notebook would be GrantMorrisontastic, if only it weren't tying in to another bloody Countdown comic in which I have absolutely no interest.
Other recent disappointments:
- The Heroes comic. How can you make a comic which is officially canon, and yet still have most of it feel like you're doing a no-account licensed project? The Wireless stuff has its moments - we know from how little of her we saw on screen that there's more to tell - but even that doesn't quite satisfy, and the extra scenes of the others...this isn't stuff that couldn't be told on TV, just stuff that didn't need to be. And even if it is official, an awful lot of it simply doesn't ring true.
- Burial. Ever since Underworld's dubnobasswithmyheadman, I've wanted to hear another dance record that captured the feel of cities by night that well. When I heard there was an outfit called Future Sound Of London who'd done an album named Dead Cities, I thought I might have found one - but no. Same when I was hearing about Burial; alas, the record all those reviews and raves that were everywhere for a week or two created in my head was a lot better than the one I actually found.
- It's not so recently that I was disappointed by the Spice Girls' dead dog of a comeback single, but it was only on Thursday night that the full enormity hit me: they'd made a significantly worse comeback single than All Saints. How was that even possible?
Garth Ennis' Dan Dare relaunch is, as expected, utterly wonderful - and respectful too, which might surprise those who've not encountered his straight war stuff before. I think as his Punisher run winds down, he might just have found his next long-run character (though this is only a miniseries for now).
Sat on the Tube reading Ken MacLeod's The Sky Road, I'd already looked up from one character's visit to the rejuvenation clinic to see the headline "Scientists Close To Elixir Of Youth" (only the Telegraph's take on this, alas - but what really grabbed me was that the font was slightly off, as in a film where you see a newspaper and they've not quite designed the one plot-relevant fake article right). So I was already in a signs and portents mood when I saw that the chap next to me had what looked like a yellow passport, with which he was fumbling around as he rearranged his pocket. Keeping a subtle eye on it, I saw that it denoted membership of the Order of the Secret Monitor. Hang about - that sounds important, and esoteric, and is surely not something one should be letting slip on public transport!
Turns out they're just a soppy subdivision of the Masons, albeit one with the entertainingly homosexual alias 'the Brotherhood of David and Jonathan'.
Speaking of mysterious documents letting you down, the idea of finding the Question's notebook would be GrantMorrisontastic, if only it weren't tying in to another bloody Countdown comic in which I have absolutely no interest.
Other recent disappointments:
- The Heroes comic. How can you make a comic which is officially canon, and yet still have most of it feel like you're doing a no-account licensed project? The Wireless stuff has its moments - we know from how little of her we saw on screen that there's more to tell - but even that doesn't quite satisfy, and the extra scenes of the others...this isn't stuff that couldn't be told on TV, just stuff that didn't need to be. And even if it is official, an awful lot of it simply doesn't ring true.
- Burial. Ever since Underworld's dubnobasswithmyheadman, I've wanted to hear another dance record that captured the feel of cities by night that well. When I heard there was an outfit called Future Sound Of London who'd done an album named Dead Cities, I thought I might have found one - but no. Same when I was hearing about Burial; alas, the record all those reviews and raves that were everywhere for a week or two created in my head was a lot better than the one I actually found.
- It's not so recently that I was disappointed by the Spice Girls' dead dog of a comeback single, but it was only on Thursday night that the full enormity hit me: they'd made a significantly worse comeback single than All Saints. How was that even possible?
Garth Ennis' Dan Dare relaunch is, as expected, utterly wonderful - and respectful too, which might surprise those who've not encountered his straight war stuff before. I think as his Punisher run winds down, he might just have found his next long-run character (though this is only a miniseries for now).
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