Rambles about the wonderful world of wrestling.
John Carpenter’s Ghosts of Mars should be glorious. The very fact that it’s a John Carpenter film that stars Jason Statham should have it placed on a pedestal above all else. It’s the kind of combo that makes you go all weak at the knees.
There are Tibetan monks living on top of mountains in total silence who will have heard the winds of Storm Doris coming through, by which I don’t mean the gusty weather we’ve been getting in the UK. No, Suicide Silence have a new album, and my God have they pissed people off.
At the start of this year, I made a decision. A decision to no longer spend at least five hours of my week plugging myself into the WWE Universe. While I would still catch every PPV, (I’m not going completely cold turkey) Raw and SmackDown were consigned to the bin, because life is quite frankly too fucking short.
Dark, melodic and at times undeniably sexy Dool are one of those bands that you want to know nothing about. Much like Ghost, their dark pop is intriguing in its mystery, and if you discovered it was Bob and Sandra from down the road putting it together, you’d be pretty disappointed. Thankfully, that’s not the case, and these former members of The Devil’s Blood and Gold suit their own mystique nicely.
Xibalba is the name of the K’iche’ Maya underworld and apparently has a nice river of scorpions flowing nearby. I don’t actually know if a river of scorpions would flow, it would maybe be more of a scuttle. It’s also the name of a Californian hardcore band who have just released their EP, Diablo, Con Amor.. Adios. A name that pretty much covers all the bases seeing as it is literally the titles of the three tracks on it.
Despite the internet’s protestations, it’s not actually the end of the world when a musician moves away from rock or metal. In fact, musical experimentation should be encouraged. I imagine disgruntled fans were moaning ‘that’s not blues rock’ at Black Sabbath back in the day, but things turned out alright for them.
Zombies are so overdone that even writing about them being overdone feels overdone. We’ve had zomromcoms, we’ve had biological zoms, and we’ve had Arnie trying to be emotional with zoms. In fact, we’ve heard the word zombie so many times that it’s stopped feeling like a real word. Frankly, it’s all been a bit too much.
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It’s mid-February and WrestleMania season is well and truly swinging. We already have one confirmed match and the next few weeks should see the card begin to be fleshed out. So, I’m going to have some fun. Before WWE ruins everything by booking a load of crap here is the show that I would have broadcast around the world on April 2nd.
Steven Wilson intimidates me. Not in the physical sense – I’ve never met the guy – but in the intellectual. I’m aware of his music but whether it’s Porcupine Tree or his solo material I always feel like it’s too smart for me; like the musical canvases he creates can’t possibly compute with my tiny brain. It’s a weird inferiority to have, but there you go.
My New Japan Pro Wrestling education swung into Osaka on Saturday as they finished off The New Beginning Tour with one hell of a card. While you could argue that a lot of the star power was on the first show, this second card looked like the workers time to shine and the sold out building is a credit to those involved. Now, let’s see what we learnt.
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