There’s a full page in the new Ollie Magazine showcasing Mishka, the Milwaukee Bruiser and me. Be sure to pick one up at your local newstand (if they carry it) to see other NYC cyclists as well.

I look at Fleshbot almost every day.  Today I found Suicide Girls version of Fight Club.  Hot topless tattooed girls kicking the shit out of each other, um YES!!!  This is a must see, but it is NSFW!  Check it out HERE.

Depeche Mode – Sounds of the Universe (2009) [Capitol] // Grade: C+

What may be Depeche Mode’s strongest outing since 1997′s magnificent Ultra is a key ingredients shy of recapturing that albums magic… one or two over the top singles. While “In Chains” & “Wrong” are very good songs, as singles they are only so in a tertiary sense and not strong enough tracks to carry the rest of the album.

It’s sad that a track as good as “Precious” was wasted on the bland Playing the Angel where it could have helped complete this album. Without that bombastic, over powering catchy tracks, the rest of the album can’t really weave in and out as successfully as good Depeche Mode albums usually do. The handful of filler tracks just feel that much more empty and the good tracks feel like an aperitif with no main course. They sit there enjoyable yet entirely unremarkable, only building a bridge to more of the same.

Great Depeche Mode albums are always made in the shadows of their overpowering singles, where emotion tends to overpower accessibility. Without one or two of those sorts of songs, the cracks and tape holding everything together just becomes that much more illuminated.

Being courteous can be hard for me and sometimes I find it totally impossible. (Apologies to Michael Cohn. You just keep dancing however the music moves you.) I’m better at keeping my trap shut these days, but being nice is making me lose touch with who I really am; a total shithead that thinks everything sucks. Writing on the Mishka blog for me is like screaming into my pillow.

I just watched the Superman movie last week and was amazed by it’s badness. Chris Reeves is too nerdy to be Superman. The special effects look shoddy, even by seventies standards. It’s too long. How does Lois Lane, a newspaper reporter, afford to live in a penthouse? They paid Marlon Brando a million bucks and he added nothing. Lex Luthor wears a wig for the entire movie. Even though Superman lives in Metropolis you can see famous New York landmarks all over the place. There’s more stuff that really, really sucked but I thought I’d focus on two scenes that express what is wrong with the movie.

The clip gets “good” about three minutes and thirty seconds in when Lois Lane thinks the weirdest shitty poem at Superman while he stares at her blankly, like a happy frog. It turns out that the weird retard bologna she’s saying in her head were intended to be song lyrics but they went with this instead.

“Can you read my mind ?
Do you know what it is you do to me ? ”

The characters in Superman interact on a level that would make sense to a grade school audience for the most part. The characters acting like children really makes the sex and death elements in the movie seem obscene. There’s a scene in which Lois flirts desperately and invites him to use his x-ray vision to see her underwear and asks him other squirm inducing questions. Later she dies when her car falls into a trench and then it fills up with dirt while she claws at the glass and is buried alive.

In response Superman screams,”Noooooo!” and reverses time by flying around the planet in a way that reverses the planet’s orbit. That’s a concept that was too goofy and morally questionable to even make it into the comics.

In conclusion, fuck this movie, I hate it.

Our favorite baggy jeans on the scene are at it again reminding me why i love them so much!

Remember their old Disconnected mixes? SOOOO RUUUUUDE!

Actual Pain brings it hard and evil with their NEW MIX courtesy of JOTS.

The Frank 151 Erotica Issue is just about out.  I got some advanced copies cause I shot a 8 page rope suspension fashion story for it.  I’m going to post the whole story tomorrow on Stagg Street with the outtakes in a special set for members only.  The lovely Ariel from the Mishka Calendar is in the shot above.  Darenzia, Justine Joli, Krista-Anye and Nicole are all also in the shoot.

They should have free copies of this issue at the Chop Shop in a couple weeks.

Space seems to be taking some cues from Konami lately. Er, rather, a few billion years ago, Space took some cues from Konami, and the proof just got to us. Or something.

Doesn’t that look like some shit from Life Force: The Movie or something? Totally rad.

Now, you see, I see a Gradius boss, and other folks see ‘God showing us his presence.’ These are the same people that go batshit over the shroud of Turin. Whatever it’s called.

I have much love for Jesus, but it’s times like these—and people like these—that make me just hang my head in shame.

I guess, for those of you who don’t follow space news: A photo turned up (above) of a hand-like shape reaching for a pulsar. What it *actually* is: a cloud of particles being sucked toward a hugely powerful magnetic field and then x-rayed into a nice goofy blue. Voila. A hand reaching for a star. God. Showing himself to us.

More here. What a great way to ruin an awesome picture.

G.I. Joe is back, on Adult Swim and more badass than ever! G.I. Joe: Resolute is a new one hour cartoon broken up into ten five minute episodes with one ten minute finale. . This is definitely not the G.I. Joe from my youth, long gone are the days when Cobra’s guns fired lasers and everyone parachuted from their downed aircraft to safety. Now bullets fly like it’s a John Woo flick and Snake Eyes snaps necks and guts Cobra soldiers like its going out of style.

What else would you expect from a cartoon scripted by Warren Ellis? Who of course went and killed off one of my favorite characters within the first 5 minutes!

KILLERS – Japanese Girl

Polysics – Electric Surfing Go Go

Easy Grip – T.W.I.M.

WITCHERY SKANK – Snow Magic

MIRACLE – Cherry

Telepathe – Dance Mother (2009) [IAMSOUND] // Grade: C+

This one frustrating album. Half the time it feels like you’re not listening to songs but a bohemian open mic version of Casey & His Brother, that takes itself way too seriously.

The other half sounds like well thought out and executed songs, rather than artsy meandering. When they choose to fully submit to David Sitek’s (TV On the Radio) production, Telepathe create some outstanding ethereal tinged synth-pop. Tracks like “So Fine”, “In Your Line” & “Can’t Stand It” are so goddamn good that it’s just pains you that Telepathe can’t always sound like this. Maybe on the follow-up?