I haven't heard a lot of good indie rock this year. I feel like I'm saying that about a lot of genres of music though, lately. For some weird reason death metal is knocking it out of the park in every category (the new Gorguts and Revocation albums are incredible), which is great, but I'm an old man now and that's the type of shit that gave me tinnitus in the first place. I need to chill out, you know?
Polyenso is one band I've found that has been on repeated listens lately. They hail from St. Petersburg, Florida and used to go by the name Oceana. Waaaaay back in 2008 they used to have a more rough edged or hardcore sound, but with the name change to Polyenso in 2013 they've gone straight into the indie rock hole and refuse to climb out.
Their new album, One Big Particular Loop, is definitely a more laid back and melancholy affair than most. This is probably not what you want to listen to on your daily jog. This is more for sparking a joint on the porch and reading a book on how to grow your own urban garden.
I definitely get a stripped down Radiohead vibe from this group, so take that whatever way you want. I really like Thom Yorke so I give their singer a pass for his borderline frightening ability to sound like him at times. I give credit for these guys to go from a genre such as post-hardcore, which is mostly lame, to heartfelt indie rock such as this. Go ahead and play this for your significant other so you can show them you have better taste in everything life has to offer. If you're single then go jack off or something.
If you like what you hear you should pop on over to their bandcamp and give the album a listen at http://polyenso.bandcamp.com/ or hell, it's only ten bucks to just go ahead and nab it for digital download! God, I love the internet.
Though I haven't played the The Last Of Us and therefore don't know anything and have shit for brains, I think the original Bioshock is the best narrative video game experience to come along this console cycle. It came as the antithesis of conventional first-person shooters, with a shocking crescendo that challenged our conception of free will in games. But we shan't let the 'it' moment of Bioshock eclipse all it has to offer. Aside the barrage of continuous plot shifts there are the masterfully voiced characters and milieu (see: welcome to the circus of value, ha ha ha!) the horrific beauty in claustrophobic passages and chambers, a palette formed through aquatic light and bold color, the thrill of blowing a Splicer's head off with The Ink Spots lilting in the background. The bridge of form and content was also undeniable, especially in the Plasmids, which lent as much to the plot-line as they did to your arsenal. Almost as brash as Andrew Ryan is the sum of these merged elements: Rapture. Rapture coalesces so many unique aspects that it's an irreproducible feat. Every little aspect of this world seems to breathe, to have a soul. Games since have come close to being as compelling and immersive... but as audacious? As mad?
Ironically the crux that drives Bioshock is also the tragedy. You're a little late to the party and by the time you get there, Rapture's completely fucked. Dammit. A mingling longing follows you throughout Rapture's corridors. 'Why couldn't I have visited Rapture in its renaissance? in its prime! When it was all hustle and bustle and playing pinochle with Brigid Tenenbaum in Olympus Heights!'
Well according to today's news. You will.
Irrational Games teased Bioshock Infinite's second DLC pack Burial At Sea, which finds Infinite's Booker DeWitt and Elizabeth crossing paths in--breathe--Rapture. Not sure you will actually get to play cards with Tenenbaum but today's video footage depicted a fully functioning, pre-fit hits the shan Rapture.
I'm calling it: the storyline will contain no references to time travel or alternate universes and this DLC will follow Booker DeWitt and Elizabeth immediately following the events in Bioshock Infinite without any rabbits in any hats, any twists, any turns. My prediction is that we're looking at a straight shooter, guys.
Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, I give you the first of many Rebel Brothers Cinema Civil Wars!
For our debut, we have in Tucker's (my) corner James Wan's The Conjuring and in Mike's corner Guillermo del Toro's Pacific Rim. We saw them back to back over the weekend. Each of us will try to convey why the film we're defending is superior. *****Spoilers below!!!!!! Read at your own risk!!!!!******
I'll start.
Mike, let's start where we began after leaving the theater. We both mentioned that Pacific Rim would certainly be our unequivocal, undoubted favoritest movie of forever-ever if we were 12. Even more so than Waterworld, which hasn't been dethroned from its #1 spot since even before it existed. One of your qualms about The Conjuring was it's lackluster scariness, and how tarred and feathered by its PG-13 rating it was. Well, if I were 12 I would have been scared so shitless by The Conjuring I would have found the PG-13 rating merciful. It would also have made a number of prestige horror films feel stale if I hadn't seen them yet. The Conjuring basically populated a haunted house with heart-quickening tropes and techniques from all over the cannon horrorscape. Cue slow zoom.
Something I felt the two films had in common was each one arrived at the table fully loaded with possibilities. Pacific Rim had robots, giant monsters, Idris Elba, and GLADDOS's voice actress--check. The Conjuring had its creepy doll, clap game, crawl spaces, the mirror/music box, basically a plethora of devices that could have triggered throughout and made something interesting to happen. But did either movie build a castle in its sandbox? Not plain to see.
My 'rocket punch' (loved every single term in Pacific Rim) in The Conjuring's favor is that its performances were unmistakably superior. Everyone there at least 'held it down,' so to speak. Meanwhile, in Pacific Rim leads Charlie Hunnam and Rinko Kikuchi had about as much chemistry as a wet cardboard box and a second, more wet, even more flaccid, useless cardboard box. Especially considering that their plot point hinged so crucially on their ability to 'merge,' shouldn't I buy at least the most basic interlocution between these two? Which reminds me about my confusion during their training scene. During their 1-on-1 fight before the commander they traded off wins but kept a tie match to illustrate their connection. If these pilots were truly mind-meld compatible shouldn't the whole thing be one big stalemate without either cadet landing a single blow? Like a ballet of blocks? Think tai chi wash.
Ugh, I don't even want to get into the scientists. Or the Top Gun banter between Australian dude and protagonist (and I've never even seen Top Gun, just inherently knew that's what it was).
Lastly I was completely with you post-screening that the stakes surrounding the clairvoyant's episode from a previous exorcism in The Conjuring amounted to nothing. Seriously, what the hell was that, a total throwaway? Admittedly The Conjuring was saturated with roads to nowhere. In defense however I'd like to point out a clumsily used stakes-device in Pacific Rim. Pentecost's affliction with cancer comes out just before he's about to sacrifice himself to save the world. Doesn't the fact that he's going to perish anyhow undercut this sacrifice? Also were we really supposed to believe he just had constant nosebleeds for no reason? I for one await the day when a movie character has endless nosebleeds without explanation.
Ready for your rebut, Mike. Courtesies.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay. My Turn. Let's get any and all talk about The Conjuring out of the way as quickly as possible. I know I walked out saying "yeah, that was a piece of shit", but I don't think you realize honestly that this is the piece of shit left by a 30-year old elephant with amoebic dysentery. Fucking hell. Fucking hell. Maybe I'm jaded because I've grown up on horror movies as a child and the whole "exorcism" genre of horror has never done it for me. I always walk out feeling like I saw a religious propaganda film; that the power of Jesus will save you from the demons that lurk around in your darkened scary areas of the house. I noticed you also commented that this got an R rating. Seriously? A dog died and a dude got his cheek scratched. Probably the biggest pussy of a demon I've ever seen. The plot was, even for a horror movie, pretty vacant. Family moves into house, oh no a demon, hire clairvoyant husband/wife team to root out evil, have exorcism, goodnight ladies and gentlemen. I think at the end of the day it just takes itself way too seriously (based on a true story? Suck my dick.) and just fell on it's face for me. The acting was the one facet I can think of that didn't bother me, everyone turned in decent to good performances, I just thought the material itself was paper thin. Pacific Rim, on the other hand, was just what I needed after that experience. My god man, those special effects. I love how you included that this would be our favorite 12-year old movie, because I'm pretty sure I just turned 13 emotionally and still love this type of shit. Give me some semi-retarded actors, some fantastic visuals, and no romance plot whatsoever and I'm willing to see where it goes. I think it's hilarious you point out the Top Gun relationship in the film because I couldn't stop thinking about that comparison when watching it. Granted, Pacific Rim doesn't pull it off half as well as Val Kilmer and Tom Cruise did over.......20 years ago? 25? Fuck, I'm old. So what? This film isn't about oscar-winning performances, it's about giant robots fighting aliens that travel through a dimensional rift in the Pacific Ocean for god's sake. At least Idris Elba was there so white people could point out that he played Stringer Bell in The Wire. The biggest annoyance for me, or probably both of us with this flick was the dumbass scientists; one of which played by Charlie Day from It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. These guys wasted probably a good half hour of this movie trying to provide comic relief when I didn't even ask for it in the first place. I felt like they could have cut out their plotline, including the dumb revelation they make, and this would have been a fucking leviathan of a summer movie. So was it still great? I think so. I put it maybe a couple tiers below Independence Day, which is undoubtedly the best summer movie of all time, and I think that says a lot. The plot is admittingly thin and goofy, but it is still a tonof fun and didn't harsh my buzz like The Conjuring did.
"WE ARE OUT OF AMMO!!!! WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO???? I DON'T KNOW HOW ABOUT THIS GIANT FUCKING SWORD THAT WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN USING THE ENTIRE TIME?????" -Pacific Rim
Now that the universe has collectively agreed that Slow Focus, Fuck Buttons latest release, is the best thing to happen in instrumental music since Kind Of Blue, I'd like to explain hat tricks. Slow Focus has one. A series of three songs in the midst of a record that bind into a stretch and either overcome the surrounding body of work (which is usually also great) or define it is a hat trick. Like a rogue EP bivouacked within a great work, the hat trick can act as a fulcrum parting the album into a frontside and back, almost by transcending it. In the most uncomplicated terms, a hat trick is three really great songs in a row.
On Slow Focus, it begins with 'The Red Wing,' the album's single, which morphs from a hip hop headbanger into a psionic scalpel opening up an eardrum. The track following is a paragon of the airtight machines Fuck Buttons craft and call songs. It's called 'Sentients,' and it feels like a birdcage elevator descending into hell. Fully realized here is the preciseness this duo deals in. 'Prince's Prize' finishes the hat trick, more directly synth laden and sounding like a Thom Yorke remix of Ratatat's post-Classics repertoire. A Petri dish swimming with the album's most imperative essence, a hat trick is born. Oh, the rest of Slow Focus is phenomenal.
Last year's notable hat trick appeared appeared on Now, Now's record Threads. It stretches from 'But I Do,' through 'Separate Rooms,' and concludes on 'Thread.' The hat trick does not contain the album's best song, 'School Friends.'
The hat trick concept was incepted while falling for Wilco's emergence album, Summerteeth. See the unmistakable 'Pieholden Suite,' 'How to Fight Loneliness,' 'Via Chicago' triple threat.
Do you have a hat trick to throw in the mix or opinion on this topic? Enlighten us and enter the comments zone.
Hello all. Recently I've been thinking about a lot of things. I've always fantasized about being a zoologist when I was a kid. Hanging out with the gorillas as they smoke cigarettes and use sign language to make curse words. Sounds like the life, really. Now I'm an adult and realize that these same gorillas would probably rip my face off and have sex with it for a few days until it falls apart from wear and tear . This face is too pretty to turn into some simian's sex toy. I've dealt with this crippling realization and resulting depression years ago, and with little to no therapy I've found a way to cope........
Welcome To REBELBROS Natural Oddities!!!!!
LET'S GET IT ON!!!!
Argentine Lake Duck
I bet you're looking at this picture and probably asking yourself "why does that duck have it's small intestine for display"? What you are looking at is the twisting, 17-inch penis of a bird. It's the longest penis in relation to size of any vertebrates. That's right, this duck is the envy of........well, no one probably. I mean seriously dude has like no girth going on, and apparently it's got a bristled tip. I guess some chicks are into that sort of thing.
Scottish Red Deer
Now I'd like to introduce you to the psychopaths of the deer family. This interesting species lives on the Isle of Rum, which is off the west coast of Scotland? Man, never would have guessed Scotland!!! Anyways, these freaks live off a diet of the heads and limbs of baby seabirds, which I guess has got to taste better than grass or sticks or whatever the hell they usually eat. I bet these guys are into Burzum and burning upside down crosses into the lawn of churches. I would still ride one if given the chance; like if it beckoned me with it's horns to get on.
Squat Lobster
I just.........uggggghghgh. When something lives beneath 500 feet of water it's guaranteed to be more fucking horrifying than anything your imagination could conjure up in a lifetime. Of course no one knows jack shit about them since they live 5,000 meters deep (thank you lord), though I bet that monster tastes delicious with a cup of melted butter. You could serve me a shoe with a side of melted butter and you better believe I'd finish everything except the soles. It's a texture thing.
Axolotl
The axolotl is a salamander that is native to a specific lake in Mexico. Axolotl translates to "water monster" in Aztec, and is on the endangered species list as of 2010. Honestly I think this thing looks like some sort of alien that would burrow into your eyeballs and take over your brain if you got within five feet of it. I prefer to stay away from a reptile that looks cute like this, those eyes harbor a dead hatred for humankind that we could never understand.
Robot Camel Jockey
Come on Come. On. If you want to argue and say this doesn't involve nature then I'd have to call you a commie bastard hellbent on destroying justice and freedom. Robots will either save us or destroy us one day, and I just want our mechanical overlords of the year 2032 to know that I'VE BEEN WITH YOU THIS ENTIRE TIME. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!! LOOK GUYS, I CAN PLAY THE ENTIRE SOLO FROM FREEBIRD BY LYNYRD SKYNYRD!!!! HOW ABOUT A LITTLE DANCE CALLED THE MACARENA???? OH DEAR GOD NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brothers! Hopefully your weekend has been filled with as much projectile vomiting and dangerous levels of alcohol consumption as ours! Today I'm bringing you a little ditty by the bandDaughter, not to be confused with a grindcore metal act of similiar name Daughters who would scare the shit out of your beautiful mother. Get into it while you sit around in your underwear and decide if you're even going to leave the house today. I place my bets on "no". Enjoy!
Seeing Marriages (who are alternative, experimental, rock, and post-rock, according to the internets) caused that feeling, 'oh wait, this is my band.' I couldn't like them or think constructively about them, because I was in them. Love or hate, I was a member of this band. It occurred to me after a one, two, punch, not dissimilar to firing Liu Kang's fireball. The one was a dredged, chock-arpeggio number finding singer Emma Ruth Rundle troubled and hijacking Fiona Apple's vocal chords. The two was a vox-addled serenade featuring the the singing affectations of an Icelandic empress who you can put your finger on. The punch was hark-Alanis Morrisette but drenched in a refulgent drapery of metals. That's when I was like 'right, right, I'm in this band.' Torres is another band I'm in, though I'm about half as dedicated to them.
What's fun is that 90s outersound (which was outer then but has calcified into that decade's Kooshy, flannel fabric) is finally bubbling up into people's vocals in an unironic, purposeful way. Artists' earnest love of the 1990s is fully flared. So now there are all these bands I'm in because they were formed in my mind 15 years ago. Shelf life wise, how this will all pan out will be interesting. In another 30 years will I be saying 'this band really tapped into Marriages tapping into Alanis?' Also, gotta love how we all refer to Alanis by her first name. Which brings me to my conclusion: an investigation of first names. We call Dave Matthews 'Dave' (yes you do), but David Byrne, David Byrne. Erg, FYI, bringing up Kanye in this discussion will shed no new light on said query. Courtesies, The Brothers Rebel.
Zombies, right? I mean, I'm up to my eyeballs in fictional tales of dead people rising up and biting the faces off of good old air-breathers like you and me.....yet here I am, about to say that The Last Of Us is one of the best video games on the Playstation 3, and probably for this generation of consoles. I KNOW I KNOW, I took my time after finishing the game to let my opinions turn from that sludgy cement shit into something concrete. Nothing changed. I still feel like this is some of the best bang for your buck material in the video game market. Let me explain why.
You've probably read other reviews about this game talking about the graphics, or the fingernail biting tenseness of the combat. Maybe it went on at length about how well-rounded the characters of Joel and Ellen Pa......I mean Ellie are. All of that is well and good for many reasons, but the real star of the show to me was the sound design. Here's a tip to anybody trying to create a sense of tension in movies/gaming; do not blare the fucking trumpets of heaven at me like I'm some retard who can only sense Pepsi and Funyuns sliding down my throat. I get it. Silence can truly be golden, and when shit hits the fan in The Last Of Us there is nothing more horrifying than the solitary sound of a clicker slowly rattling away as it lumbers closer and closer to your hiding spot. The soundtrack is phenomenal, filled with depressing guitar lines and ethereal string work by Gustavo Santaolalla. It makes you truly feel like this is what you would listen to in a post-apocalyptic environment until your untimely demise.
The graphics are of course some of the best I've seen on Playstation 3. Granted, I'm a PC master race snob so of course I've seen better in recent years, but you can tell that Naughty Dog pulled from every corner they could to get this thing running as beautifully (and smoothly) as it does most of the time. It's wasn't a locked-in 60 fps or even 30 for that matter during my experience but honestly I could give a shit. Impressive for six year old hardware, and it really excites me to see what they can pull off for the next generation of consoles.
The story, by video game standards, is top of the pile. I'll of course spare you the ending but it is one of the most nuanced, complex, and eyebrow raising resolutions I've come across in awhile. This is not something you are going to be in the middle about, you will either love it or hate it, and in all honesty I could easily see how someone could feel unsatisfied with it at the end of the day. I would disagree with this person until bricks were thrown but I still could see it.
If there is one area that I felt let down with, it would have to be the combat. It truly is exhilarating throughout the campaign, and there were moments of sheer "holy fuck that was awesome" healthfully peppered throughout. Sometimes though, I would find myself cursing at the screen as they would unleash waves of zombies at me and I felt that creeping sensation of "oh that's right, this is a video game" set back in. This ties in to my second complaint, which is seriously, enough zombie shit for a minute. I don't know, maybe I'm just fucking sick of shooting the undead at this point in my life, or maybe there is serious problems in my brain but I need a new drug, man. It's time to move on and clean off the zombie residue that's all over the place.
I've tried out the multiplayer and it seems to be pretty fun so far. They have an interesting leveling up system where you gain "followers" to your camp, and it's your job to get them supplies through the multiplayer matches you play in. Every match you play passes time and these two mechanics decide what your level is. Confused? Then go back to Call of Duty, bitch. They've managed to maintain the tenseness of combat from the campaign while still having all the tropes of multiplayer. It's solid, but if you're buying it strictly for MP then you might want to look elsewhere.
So what have we learned today? Aside from the minor hiccups, The Last of Us is pretty amazing, I need to return some books to the library, and dark chocolate is delicious.
Colorado has ants. I saw some of them today. They were gathering around the carcass of a beetle, a large beetle about 100 x their individual sizes, and huddling at it's carapace. I imagine they were trying to lift it and carry it home to delight their queen. The congregation of them was small in number. Now about this time, a block away, I see ants again. Only now it's a cupcake in their sights, and they're breaking away at it, individually hauling pieces of its weightless body back to the hill, about 1,000 times the ants at the carcass. This perturbs me. I use paper, but I rarely think about the rainforest treedweller that's lost it's home due to my audacious chicken scratch. This ant panic on the other hand is completely fucked and on my sidewalk. Ants should be carrying the stiffening corpses of other insects out of my path, not the bullshit litter someone tossed because they realized 'I didn't have the discipline to--'
There are about 14 words in the dictionary I swoon for and 'detrivore' ranks very high. Not because of it's meaning but it's sonic prowess. Still--a loose definition-- a detrivore is a biological entity that breaks down the dead. Think of a crow needling it's beak into a dog corpse. Detrivore! Let it writhe on your tongue, people. De-tri-vôr. Although it's a common area of unrest, esoteric by no means, the carbon footprint should be lessened. There are beetles to be eaten. There's a reason there's a word for the animal that eats the dead animal. Let's not fuck with that reason. The city is already a habitable landfill, let's get our pastries in the trashcan to distract the wasp population shall we?
That's right, the RebelBros are based out of Denver and damned proud of it. I've been taking pictures whenever possible throughout my time here and I'd like to share some of my favorites with you. I hope that you enjoy and if you don't, then please don't tell me because I will crack like an egg. I'll try and add new ones every week.
I have a love/hate relationship with the experimental/avant garde music of Kayo Dot. My personal breakdown of their discography is that of a sad one. To this day I still worship and adore their first two records Choirs Of The Eye and Dowsing Anemone With Copper Tongue, both of which are challenging, yet rewarding listens. Then comes Blue Lambency Downward and the infamous Coyote, which made me begin to grapple with the idea that this band that I once found so interesting and important was evolving into a miasma of uninteresting melodies and uncontrolled pompousness. They then released the Stained Glass E.P. which showed a glitter of promise, but nothing that made me want to consider my opinion that this train had left the station.
Then, earlier this year, I heard a trailer for their upcoming double-album, Hubardo. Double album? Hmmm......Toby Driver is playing guitar and singing again? Okay, okay.........FREE CONTINENTAL BREAKFAST?!?!?!?!?!?! If they have bacon I am going to freak out.
Now they've dropped a new track, and ladies and gentlemen, I'm back on board.....kinda. Granted, this will probably be the best song on the album and I'll get my hopes let down again BUT UNTIL THAT TIME I'm going to listen to this over and over until this fucker drops. Only time will tell......but I think this might be in my top ten list at the end of 2013.............
So ok, your diameter octuples when you have a dog on a leash. Take that into consideration. Also, if you're sitting eating a burrito in Chipotle looking out the glass at your dog, tethered to a hitching post, barking, barking, barking her fucking face off, you should probably go get her. Burritos after all, are portable. Also, hair travels, poop requires plastic bags, and pee pee makes grass ochre. Also, your dog is always in someone's way. Refer back to the first sentence of this essay.
But there's a turn! Shyamalaned, bitches. Which either means A. There's a cute moppet kid character in this diatribe or B. it's the twist thing.
Well I recently acquired a lovely dog due to star-crossed lovership. Yes madams and scoundrels, the person you thought abhorred the K9 kind is actually a new man! I was the dude eating a burrito watching my dog bark incessantly at me through Chipotle's window. What did I say when two blonde women judgmentally asked 'geez, that your dog barking?' 'No,' I said. 'She's woofing.'
Having a creature of the Cerberus persuasion is all about manners, people. Dog etiquette. Refer to Emily Post's 18th edition of Etiquette, find 'dog' in the index. Guess what it says about being a proper, respectable dog owner: BE A PROPER, RESPECTABLE DOG OWNER. Clean up after your dog. Minimize spacial invasion and barking. Don't be a scumbag. If there's anything more, throw me a Scooby Snack--zing!
It occurs that everyone should know how much everyone makes. The old class courtesies of keeping quiet about our annual salaries still exist? Why is it you can know exactly where I am and what I'm doing or witness right along with my wife my son's first steps, but you can't ask me how much money I make? The silliest sector of privacy that remains is this, a token of leverage that provides the upperclass with a way to remain casually in control. The privatization of your income is the line in the sand, not how much money you make. Isn't it strange how the more you make, the more you have to hide?
Everyone in America wants to be American, and America is working class. I recently learned the average US CEO makes in a day what the average US worker makes in a year, lack of quotations around 'worker' intentional. Remember Mitt Romney's jettison in a campaign of jettisons when he wouldn't release his tax returns? He would have never encountered this problem if personal finance records were public information. Of course, those to the political right want to know everything about you unless you're a corporation, buying a gun, or a pedophiliac priest. As long as the Supreme Court is even split as it is, well, here we go. I guess I would prefer my illusion of a progressive system to be a little more... progressive. What I'm saying is that the shallow materialism that provides one hit wonders with solid gold grills is actually authentic, while feigning favoritism for Piggly Wiggly over Whole Foods is snidely excessive. Are you working when you clock in or out?
Meanwhile, I contradictorily ride my income like Shadowfax. I love the pity and admiration my 23K a year inspires in people. But then again when it comes to telling income, it's all about who you're telling. Courtesies, The Brothers Rebel
Well, they've been teasing this game for over a year now with screenshots and then more screenshots and then......surprise, more screenshots. Now that we're around two months until the game is released on Xbox360 and Playstation 3, we finally have the first gameplay footage of GTA V. Looks like there will be some interesting changes in the series, such as the ability to switch between three different characters during a mission. It looks like they are implementing some ideas from Rockstar's other well known franchises such as Red Dead Redemption's weapon wheel and Max Payne styled gunplay, which are good things. Check it out for yourself and start drooling over the amount of carnage that is soon to be unleashed. GTA V will be released on September 17th, 2013.
Hey there bro's and lady bro's, hope you had a great July 4th weekend like we did. I, once again, saved the entire planet from being destroyed by successfully stopping a massive army of super intelligent aliens from invading us. I even chased one down in an airplane and when I pulled that son of a bitch out of his ship I jacked him in the face and said something cool like "Welcome to Earth" totally off the cuff. Oh sure, that sounds exactly like the plot from Independence Day you say........well I have a fertile imagination that can get a little carried away sometimes, alright?
Back to business as usual, then. I like this video by the Strawberry Girls for a ton of reasons. First off, it's a killer track. Second, I love strawberries and whoever invented them. Finally, I keep waffling between whether this is actual live footage of the band or a music video. After some deliberation I've decided this is them performing live so.....fuck, man. Fuuuuuuuuck. LISTEN. NOW.
(The Late) Kim Jong-Il VS. (The Late) Zachary Hale Comstock [Enter All Whom by Spoilers Shrug] Both Men… 1. Rule secluded, totalitarian states. 2. Integrate their effigy excessively through statue, pictograph, and monument within state. 3. Revise history. 4. Segregate their ‘useful’ and ‘useless’ populations. 5. Have museums crediting their unfounded, anachronistic achievements. 6. Surround their citizens with auditory incentives, affronts. 7. Reward loyalists of their ideologically bastioned regimes. 8. Run reeducation and life imprisonment zones. 9. Abhor the United States. 10. Live in fear. 11. Exist in a fractious yet infinite loop. 12. Found their successors by tearing a time/space rift and purloining one. 13. Are brutal, dead dictators that ought to have videogames based around them.
Research based on Delise, Guy. Pyongyang. 2005. And Levine, Ken. Bioshock: Infinite. 2013.
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