Rambles about the wonderful world of wrestling.
Gong. No sound will ever mean more to a WWE audience. Not the glass smashing and not the squeal of guitar at the start of ‘Cult of Personality’. Because no matter how successful The Rock or Stone Cold or CM Punk are, they are not The Undertaker and never will be.
It’s no secret that your average fairytale is twistier than a pair of headphones pulled from your pocket and while Disney has done their best to clean them up there are still those that cling to the Brother Grimm way of telling these tales. Authors like Neil Gaiman have kept that tradition alive, and films like The Company Of Wolves make sure that Disney Princesses aren’t the only ones that find adventure in the woods.
There are nights when you walk into a room and instantly know that you are in for something special. There’s a feeling in the air, one that hints of everyone being on and ready for what is to come. It’s one that was crackling in the ABC on Sunday night as Architects arrive in Glasgow.
Continue reading “Live Review: Architects w/ Bury Tomorrow and Stick To Your Guns”
With 2016 being the year the planet officially decided to start taking the piss there is no better time than now for a bunch of politically astute rock bands to make a name for themselves. They are out there too. Whether it’s letlive, Gojira, Against Me or even Enter Shikari there are bands out there that have something to say. The problem is they don’t have the platform to say it on. The editor of Kerrang is too busy complaining on Twitter about how these bands don’t exist, and the rest aren’t that much better. Enter Wakrat.
I don’t know how but it’s November and WrestleMania season is suddenly on the horizon. Undertaker is popping up on SmackDown and rumours abound of who is being set up with who. One rumour that has been whispered on a regular basis is whether a certain Hulk Hogan will return for the Superbowl of professional wrestling.
Last year I sat down and watched every single Nightmare on Elm Street film before splurging my thoughts about them onto the internet. It was an endeavour that went from the dizzying heights of the first film to the genuine surprise of Dream Masters and New Nightmare to the absolute horror of Freddy’s Dead. It was also great fun. So, this year I decided to do the same and delve into another slasher franchise, Halloween. Now, obviously this would have made a lot more sense around a week ago, but there are ten fucking films, so give me a break. (I’ll try to keep spoilers to a minimum, but when discussing an entire franchise there will be the occasional titbit dropped.)
The name Ric Flair will pop up time after time in this series and more than once it will be placed next to the name Barry Windham. The first 5-star match the Nature Boy took part in was for the NWA Title at Battle of the Belts 2. This is also the first time that one of these matches take place in America, as Flair finally does enough to turn Meltzer’s eyes nearer to home.
Continue reading “Meltzer’s Classics: Ric Flair vs. Barry Windham”
The path that led Nervus to release Permanent Rainbow was not an easy one. It’s also one that has been explored elsewhere and done so well that rather than trying to cover it myself I’m going to point you in the direction of this article by The Independent, which will do the job better than I ever could. It’s an album built on someone trying to find their place in the world and win a battle against demons that only a small number of people can truly understand, and every inch of that comes out in the music.
Our next Meltzer’s Classic match features yet another Tiger Mask, this time Tiger Mask II who takes on Kuniaki Kobayashi for the NWA Junior Heavyweight Championship. It also continues the theme of all of these matches happening in Japan.
Continue reading “Meltzer’s Classics: Tiger Mask II vs. Kuniaki Kobayashi”
A group of friends and a resort so remote that when you arrive your car is running on fumes. It’s a movie set-up that means you can almost hear the machete being sharpened. And yet, Don’t Blink is not a slasher. No one gets decapitated, and the masked stranger stalking the woods is on holiday. Instead, this group of friends begins to slowly disappear. The second you take your eyes off someone they blink out of existence. Why? No one knows.
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