
Another year another Woody Allen film. You have to go back to 2004 to the last time he failed to release one. Cafe Society sees him venturing away from his native home of New York (at least briefly) to take in the glamour of Hollywood.
Rambles about the wonderful world of wrestling.

Another year another Woody Allen film. You have to go back to 2004 to the last time he failed to release one. Cafe Society sees him venturing away from his native home of New York (at least briefly) to take in the glamour of Hollywood.
In the excitement (or mehment depending on what side of the fence you are on) of the announcement that Green Day are making their way over to the UK not much has been said about the band coming along in support, The Interrupters.
Back in 2010, The Miz became the WWE Champion. Having entered the company as a joke, the former reality TV star reached the top of the mountain and in doing so proved everyone wrong. And he didn’t do this the easy way. This wasn’t a Roman Reigns style anointment from the McMahon’s above. He scratched, and he crawled, and he turned people that had previously hated him into fans. He was truly awesome.
Metallica, Slayer, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Green Day and the list could go on. What do all those bands have in common?
Think of it like this, what if Metallica had called it a day after Load and Reload? What if the Chilli Peppers had checked out after Californication? Would Slayer be looked on differently if they’d gone before they got old and how would the punk world view Green Day if they had hung up their guitars before they tried to become U2? If these bands had done those things, how much bigger would their legends be?

‘So there’s some food, right?’
‘Okay.’
‘And it’s like Toy Story, so they are alive, but humans aren’t aware of it.’
‘Okay.’
‘Except, and this is the really funny bit, they swear and talk about fucking a lot.’
‘Awesome.’
Smoke fills the air, and they giggle.
The idea of Prophets of Rage has never sat comfortably with me. The idea of a bunch of old men trying to come back and be the voice of a generation – even if they may have some good points – strikes that cynical bone in my body. However, if you remove the politics a band should be judged on their music, and we now have their first EP, The Party’s Over. With two original tracks and three covers, it should be an insight into exactly what the Prophets of Rage are.
Every year you will be told that such and such a band sounds like nothing you have ever heard before. Now and then that’s true, I mean I genuinely can’t think of many groups that sound like Babymetal. However, more often than not it’s rubbish. They might sound like two bands you’ve heard before smushed together, but the influences are still there. But while I am not going to tell you that you have never heard anything like Puppy before, I’m going to go out on a limb and say you haven’t heard much like it.

It seems appropriate that as Ricky Gervais morphs into his most famous creation in real life, he should revisit him on the big screen. Thirteen years after The Office David Brent is back and he is as gloriously cringy as ever.

That shape in the corner of the room. Is it just a shadow? Or something more? We’ve all seen it. In the middle of the night when your half asleep brain plays tricks on you. Yet, when you scramble to the light, there is nothing there. Or is there?
Metallica are one of the greatest bands of all time. Some people would call that an opinion, but they would be wrong. It is fact. Few bands have rewritten the rulebook as many times as James Hetfield and co. Go back and listen to Kill ‘Em All and then throw on Justice For All… and tell me that sounds like the same band. You can then mosey on down to the Black Album and hear something completely different.