First off, Kevin Corrigan is the shit. He’s currently been stealing scenes on Fringe, but anytime he’s on screen he always bogarts. As Mike Zlozowski, Hank’s old friend from Long Island, Corrigan was perfect as a reflection of Hank, x1000. The “old friend in town” trick is a tool we’ve seen countless times before, but fuck it, this old friend is a foul-mouthed Corrigan. With Becca visiting Karen in NYC and Zloz in town, Hank got a chance to step back and take a look in the proverbial mirror. This was a much needed debauchery break for Hank, and even though he ends up sleeping with Jackie again, witnessing Zloz and Charlie go buck wild helped remind Hank what Becca and Karen mean to him.

I’m so stoked for Karen to be back. Hopefully we get a good four or five episodes out of this Cali visit. With four girls in town on Hank’s jock, shit’s going to get real interesting.

It appears all the forces in the universe are trying to keep Charlie and Marcy at each other’s throats. Daisy’s crotch looks like “downtown Baghdad” meaning Charlie has God knows what STD (syphilis?).

Eva Amurri’s rack is  definitely real (and spectacular), but I smell rhinoplasty.

I make it a point to look up the meaning of every episode title for every show I watch if I don’t understand it. This week’s title is from a Govt Mule song of the same name. I’ve never listened to them before, but here’s a snippet of the lyrics which can be applied to the life of Mr. Moody:

Slow happy boys deal with their frustration
Different than everybody else

Our very own Ease DaMan, or @easedaman, as some of you may know him (who says twitter can’t make you famous!) did a pretty cool interview/photoshoot for photographer TONE. Listen as he talks about being a “genius” and his new hat collaboration with Boundless.

Now Available: New Secret Base Toys!

Today we have the Skull Bagman Balzac Paradox Version and the Kyoto 3 Skull Ghost for all of you Secret Base fanatics out there.

Both figures are available in new colors and are blind bagged so you won’t know what custom colorway you’ll be getting. It’s luck of the draw this time around, do you dare tempt fate? Both are available in limited numbers so get ‘em while we still got ‘em.

Cheveu - Cheveau (2009) [Permenant] // Grade: B

France: the new Providence?  We’re not talking a country full of Lightning Bolts here, but there’s something in member sharing and fuck-it-all attitude of the country’s major lo-fi/noise exports—A.H. Kraken, The Anals and Cheveu—that suggests the same small-town, big-noise vibe of AS220 or an Olneyville warehouse. Though it’s not a perfect stylistic parallel, Cheveau (album title avec ‘a’, band name sans) does smack of a certain RI grit and noise, even more so than the band’s self-titled debut.

And that’s sort of a thing: this isn’t necessarily a departure for the French duo, but it’s definitely a different album (if you can even call this collection of previously unreleased tracks and raw studio rehearsal tapes an actual album). Where the Cheveu LP was clearly based in bluesy rock-and-roll—albeit it Casio-fueled, experimental bluesy rock-and-roll—Cheveau is distant, chilly post-punk separated by even more unintelligible sound jams. Underproduced. Hastily recorded. Scattered as fuck and nowhere near as warm and developed as, say, last year’s “Lola Langusta”. And yet, despite all that, a totally rad listen—if only because “Pangolin” so perfectly channels Joy Division’s “Digital”, and the campy, pounding-on-the-back-stairs of “Sacha” is like a jaunt through goth’s back catalogue. It may not be sophisticated, but Cheveu masterfully stretch from end to end of the niche they’ve created for Cheveau, exploiting the limitations of lo-fi noise in a way that encapsulates chaos into a fragment of order.

But no matter how purposeful, this sort of cheap-electro, garage/bedroom/wherever recording is easy to eff up. For all the perfectly plotted tracks like the atmospheric “Psyx”, there’s a ho-hum jam session like “Planet Camping” or the pseudo-parodic “Elvis”—not terrible songs by any stretch, but ultimately not worth repeating. Still, I’m stoked to hear what’s next from French lo-fi noise–it’s been seriously great so far.

Public Enemy – It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back (1988)

Vs.

The Clash – S/T (1977)

The Game is simple… if only one could exist which would it be?  What’s more important… personal relevance, cultural significance, or simply being the better album all other things aside? Choice is yours…

I was in San Francisco for our sample sale, and to check out our buddy Lamour and his solo show at Super7. Most of the key pieces sold out right away, with a line-up of about 20 people before the show evenstarted.

As you saw in MPtC’s recap (on Kaiju Chronicle’s recap) post, Lamour was dressed as a Shocker. He put Super7 owner Bryan Flynn in a headlock after he talked trash about Bemon.

Speaking of Bemon, Lamour displayed one of my favorite paintings that he has ever done. This Bemon painting (on plex) is now in Alex of Super7′s private collection.

Lamour also had a custom hand-painted metallic Mishka x Adfunture Bootleg Kaiju. This paint job was so sick! Kirkland from Toybot Studios snatched this one up right away. So lucky!

Probably my new favorite painting by Lamour Supreme is this large scale reproduction of the header card from our Bootleg Kaiju. The painting is massive but unfortunatley wasn’t for sale. I’m begging Lamour to bestow it as a gift upon 350 Broadway. Maybe one day…

There was also a spotting of our #1 SF fan Nasty Nate! You should follow him on Twitter.

Lamour loves his fans! Here he is with Connell, one of the oldest guys in the Kaiju game and one of the oldest guys I know with tattoos on his hands! Connell bought one of Lamour’s hand painted Chaos Men.

Toybot Studios shot a video of the nights events. You can also check out a ton of photos from the show over on the Toybot Studios Blog.

Yup! Bargain hunters bring your asses! This weekend at the Мишка Store we are having a special Halloween edition sale. We’re slashing 31% off of all Мишка hats, caps, beanies, New Era’s, tees, flannels, jackets, hoodies, sweaters, ALL apparel! You name it and it’s on sale. And don’t forget that with every purchase of $100 or more you get a free 3-pack of Мишка socks to keep your toesies warm in the winter. But this is only happening in-store at 350 Broadway, Friday October 30th through November 1st.

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Fantastic Four #572
I’ve never been a zealous fan of the Fantastic Four. I haven’t read the classic Kirby stuff (I know, minus like a zillion nerd cred points), picked up the Jim Lee run during the Heroes Reborn bullshit, and I’ve floated in and out throughout the years. Nothing too special. I mean, sadly, the first thing I think of when someone says “Fantastic Four” is Dr. Doom riding the Silver Surfer’s surfboard and doing backflips and shit during the second movie. There’s nothing like Dr. Christian Troy doing cartwheels and shooting laserbeams to give a series cred.

So it’s with that in mind that I can tell you that the current arch on the Fantastic Four is worth checking out. Boys and girls, cats and dogs, lions and Christians, come together and try this. Even if you haven’t dug the Fantastic Four. The current team of Hickman and Eaglesham took over for Mark Millar back in issue #570. I was in the middle of one of my rare moments of reading Fantastic Four, since I pretty much sniff Mark Millar’s jockstrap with a smile. When he left, I was like, alright Mr. Richards and Sue Storm, it’s been real. But I’m droppin’ yo ass.

But Hickman and Eaglesham have come aboard and made this pig their own. The premise is trippy: Reed Richards, overwhelmed with attempting to solve the problems of the world, he comes into contact with the Council through some typical insane intergalactic bridge. They share his mutual impossible desire to fix the world, and oh yeah, the Council is comprised of seemingly dozens of Reed Richards from other dimensions. Their goal? Pretty simple: solve everything. Fuck the world man, they want to fix the multiverse. No wonder that dude went gray at the age of nineteen. I can’t handle the stress of remembering to shower every morning, these dudes wants to cure existence.

Issue #572 is the end of the first Hickman/Eaglesham storyline, and I really have no idea where they’re going with it. But it involves a legion of Mr. Fantastics locking up every Dr. Doom from every dimension in a place called the The Hole, and a band of pissed off Celestials coming to put a smack down on the Richards Brotherhood’s ass.

As a quick Near Mint Condition aside, do any other hardcore comic losers remember Fathom? I was flipping through the ole library, looking for my copies of the Hickman/Eaglesham run on Fantastic Four. I just wanted to flip through it while I was recommending it. And I came across motherfucking Fathom #1. And I laughed at my own dumb ass. I didn’t remember buying it, but it makes perfect sense. It came out in 1998, which means I was fifteen and my cock was aching for anything titties-related. I need to keep in mind every time that I hate on some big chested, ridiculously proportioned comic babe, I not only own Fathom #1, but also Danger Girl #1 and like its fifteen variant covers, but also Witchblade #1 amongst others.

It’s amazing what a newly pubescent dude will buy in the throes of teenage heat.

Anyways.

Cowboy Ninja Viking #1
Unfortunately for me, I haven’t grown out of my cock-rock, male adolescent desire to see strong amounts of violence in typical bad ass tropes. Like you know, cowboys, ninjas, and vikings. Well, someone has seen to it to combine the three of them into one character. The Cowboy Ninja Viking. How ridiculous is that? It makes so much god damn sense, why haven’t I thought of this before?

I thought to myself, this could either be the dopest thing ever, or it could be a bad combination of individually awesome things. Like that time I tried to make some fuckin’ chocolate chip cookie pizza. Doesn’t that shit make so much sense? Fuck!

Well anyways, I had never stumbled upon this title’s promos until I was scanning tomorrow’s release list. And then I googled it, and apparently? Apparently, according to IGN, this title is actually fucking sweet. It’s a mash-up of Tarantino-esque violence, homages, and non-linear storytelling. And in case you’ve forgotten, it stars a dude who is a Wolverine-lookalike with a cowboy hat and a ninja sword.

Fuck, if I could buy Fathom #1 back in the day, I can at least give this fucker a chance.

As a guy who has actually spent an hour or two actually talking about Windows 7 and ‘what it all means’ as a function of my job, I think this is absolutely hilarious. Part of the larger, unavoidable marketing push for Microsoft’s latest and greatest, Burger King Japan has outed this, yep, 7-layer Whopper.

I cannot. Cannot. Will not imagine eating this thing. I have always been the type of guy who prefers two smaller hamburgers to one ginormous one, but regardless, how someone could think this is a good idea is beyond me. Actually, scratch that. I understand how bloated dorks at Microsoft and desperate execs at BK could think this is a clever and sort-of funny way to spread the disease, but I wonder if they ever put themselves in the shoes of someone standing at the counter, staring up at the menu, and pointing at this thing.

This article takes the other, totally obvious angle: considering Microsoft’s and Windows’s reputations for passing off horrible bloat and unfinished core-concept code as the ‘next big thing’, this particular campaign (the whopper) has a few Achilles heels embedded into it.

I’m no bleeding heart, but in a day and age where it’s absolutely positively impossible to avoid feeling at least a tiny bit responsible for finding a way to contribute to solving the world’s problems (hunger, greed, environment, being nice), one wonders if another version of Windows and a heart attack in a bun to match is really what we need.

So the other day Swedish hip-hop star Adam Tensta swung by 350 Broadway with a couple of his homies. And like a true fan of the brand Adam was rocking one of our classic pieces, the Death Adder Coaches Jackets. Much love to Adam and company for stopping by and many thanks for being a long time supporter.

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