i have been without the internets at my home ever since my neighbor i was stealing wifi moved away, so needless to say i haven’t been discovering much new music of late…and that’s probably a good thing, i am 29 years old…i’ve heard every great band that will ever exist and all i buy are rhino records’ reissues of jesus and mary chain albums anyways, but being as this is a website dedicated to indie music (and apparently comic books, fantasy football, dog fighting, and of course kiddie porn) i feel i at times should steer young souls (or old souls…i’m looking at you Gordon) towards a band i have discovered (usually about 5 months after everyone else) and try to turn peoples and animals onto said band. and if that band is some good ole fashioned Dude Rock then you know i’m gonna get excited. Noise Rock….the last safe home of the nerdy white man.

when i’m not thinking about football and turning into a half queer by reading celebrity gossip i am known to enjoy some good rock tunes. and considering the world we live in is mostly full of hacks and no talent dickwads it’s always refreshing for an album to come out that kicks you in the balls and reminds you that you aren’t a woman….or if you are one that it hurts to be kicked in the Vagina. anyways our dude rock band of the year for 2007 comes to us in the form of Pissed Jeans. aka the best Jesus Lizard cover band you’ve ever heard. they’ve got an album called Hope For Men out and an awesome EP called Shallow…and it all sounds like Jesus Lizard, Scratch Acid, and Rollins Era Black Flag shoved in a meatgrinder and spit out at ear splitting volume. if you are not a total pussy you would be well served to check these cats out.

they even look like jesus lizard…kind of…if Jesus Lizard were a collection hipster douchebags. bonus Grunge points…They are on Sub Pop. the 90s are back kids, grow out those locks to your shoulders and find that old Mudhoney t-shirt. you know i am.

Posted by justin on 31 Aug 2007 at 08:31 am

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HB: So, one of the weirder films on the four-bones list is one of the newest, and I still haven’t been able to figure out quite why it’s on there, is Road to Perdition. It’s not that it’s a bad movie, either, but it’s very new and relatively mainstream. I mean, Dances with Wolves isn’t on the list. Neither is A Beautiful Mind. So… why is this? Okay, that’s not entirely fair. There are plenty of older films on the four-bones list that are kind of normal, the sort of thing that wins an Oscar over a better, more interesting, quirkier film, and it’s not as though this is bad at all. It’s actually pretty good, especially visually. It might even be better than Sam Mendes’s previous film, American Beauty. But it’s still kind of not very surprising. Also, knowing that it’s adapted from a graphic novel (actually, a series of graphic novels) makes one even inclined to question Mendes’s visual skills. I didn’t really do this with Sin City because it’s so quickly paced and visually overwhelming that you don’t have time, but RtP is slower, and the images are so painterly that while at first you sigh in happiness, you quickly move to, “I wonder if that’s in the comic.” There’s one that doesn’t suffer from this, though, which is the shot toward the beginning where you think the murderer is staring through a glass door, into the night, straight at the helpless boy, then realize that the light’s on inside and he’s merely looking at his own reflection. That’s very nice, not to mention one of the strong points of the movie. Basically, it’s very classy, and no one embarrasses him- or herself. All the acting is pretty good. The script is even decent (although learning there’s a real road to a real place called Perdition leads to some giggles, a la Poetic Justice). It’s just sort of…. not that exciting. Convince me it’s better than I think it is, Jared. Right now I’m wavering between three and four stars in the Netflix system.

JB: I can see where you’re coming from, but I don’t concern myself as much with making the lists as I do with checking things off of them, so I won’t really quibble with the selection. I agree that other recent-ish films have as much right to be on that list and aren’t (a couple of Woody Allen flicks, for example), but I probably also enjoyed this movie more than a fair number of so-called classics that are on the list. It reminded me, a little, of A History of Violence, which was also adapted from a graphic novel that I haven’t read, and which I also liked better than Hillary. I understand that Mendes took visual inspiration from the book, but I’d still give him credit for some gorgeous shots that, whether in the book or not, were a real joy to watch (SPOILER WARNING…one that stands out is the long tracking shot that ends with Daniel Craig’s character getting shot in the bathtub, which we witness through the mirror from the other room). I’d love to hear comments on the film from someone who has read the graphic novel because I understand there were some sizable changes…yet they mostly seem to have been good changes (e.g., the addition of Jude Law’s character). I enjoyed watching it, but beyond that I don’t really have that much else to say. It just thought it was a pretty solid period revenge movie.

HB: That wasn’t very convincing! I mean, why is it better than Cloak and Dagger, a movie I kept thinking of while the kid’s hiding in the back seat? It may not be, for you especially. I guess I just expect a little more of movies on these lists. It’s not that this was bad. It was just sort of cold (but not interestingly, like Kubrick) and yet at the same time so concerned with father-son relationships in a sentimental way (like Big Fish). Maybe I don’t care about dads and their sons?

JB: Please, as far as father-son movies—which Cloak and Dagger very much is, by the way—this one was pretty subtle. It’s not “magical,” which is the more annoying aspect of Big Fish, I think, than any of the father-son stuff. You have some sort of father-son neurosis! I’ll just leave it at this:

I thought this movie did period very well, was beautifully shot (Cloak and Dagger, as fun as it is, has no artistry whatsoever in the cinematography), and was fun—I honestly enjoyed watching it and got excited about it in a way that hasn’t happened too often for me with recent movies. There was a lot of potential for me to not like this movie, and yet I liked it. We could debate whether it’s “four stars” (I think it probably is…out of five possible stars) or whatever till the cows come home, but it’s hardly the first one on the list like that.

HB: Okay. If you’re going to be all rational and stuff… Maybe I have daddy issues. I’ll concur at four stars and agree with a lot of the points you make.

Posted by teambrown on 30 Aug 2007 at 02:53 pm

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so if you haven’t gotten around to watching the women in prison/kung fu/lesbian sexfest/zombie movie that is Shadow: Dead Riot, you should probably do that quickly. it stars the guy from Candyman along with a bunch of chicks who look like they probably once posed for Suicide Girls, plus a couple of black chicks and a girl who i think might be a man. it’s about a women’s prison that’s haunted by the ghost of a voodoo practicing serial killer named Shadow (yes very scary, i know) and he was executed at the prison years before (spoiler alert: exploding electric chair scene) but vows to return from the dead and get revenge…or something.

it’s probably the best/worst piece of shit i’ve seen this year in that it has all the things that one would want in a movie (tits, kung fu, more tits, chicks with tats, voodoo rituals, blood, and guts, exploding serial killers) unfortunately the writer behind this piece of b-movie trash forgot the first lesson in making a good horror movie…leave out the plot. you already had me with zombies and women in prison…why would you want to try and create this pointless Star Wars-esque plot involving the villain Shadow being the father of our hero, the ass kicking Solitaire? all it did was slow everything down and force you to listen to the pointless dialogue instead of marveling at the shitty special effects and the scene where the chicks gets her heart ripped out. apparently an unrated cut of this movie exists…but netflix are pussies and don’t have it available. there were a couple of choice scenes that made me laugh my ass off, like the attack of the zombie baby and the flying kung fu kick final battle sequence…so i can’t really be too harsh.

 

anyways if you like zombie movies and boobs this is probably the movie you have been waiting your whole life for. also if you’d been wondering what the guy who played Candyman has been up to, well here’s your answer. so yeah Shadow Dead Riot is something i’d recommend to people who like shitty horror movies but just don’t be fooled by the preview that makes it seem like a grindhouse style movie from the 70s.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOFIFHQP84I

Posted by justin on 28 Aug 2007 at 08:30 am

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Florida prisons suspends special meals programs for Jewish and Muslim inmates with dietary restrictions. It’s not all bad news, though. They still have the vegan meal option to keep inmates downtrodden and malnourished.* Al-tofu Akbar.

Wiccans leave raccoon entrails on enemies’ doorsteps, cops totally not cool with it. If I were a witch, common sense would tell me not to pull stunts like this in Salem, Massachusetts. In case you were wondering, yes, they were charged with littering.

Jehovah’s Witness admitted to 14-year child abuse marathon, doesn’t get jail time. He did, however, stop by the jail anyway to see if he could come in for a minute and talk with them about the true word of God.

Progressive Insurance spies on clients’ church confessions. Coveting neighbor’s wife still not covered, but they can cure you of being gay for a $50 co-pay.

Famous televangelist Juanita Bynum gets attacked in public by less famous husband, gets his ass arrested. Even televangelists have their limits.

The Secular World
There were two reasons I stopped playing chess. The first was that I wasn’t very good. The second was that sometimes I would play with someone really irritating that would gloat and dance around and talk shit every time they captured one of my pawns. With that in mind, Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez resigned.

*It’s cool, I have vegan friends.

Posted by Mat on 27 Aug 2007 at 05:33 pm

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after my post about the arm wrestling robots who are breaking everyone’s arms and how Stalone is the only one who can defeat these evil machines it reminded me of the fact that Sly Stalone got busted with ‘roids at the airport in Australia a while back. even our fucking fictionalized athletes are using performance enhancing drugs. everytime i see some asshole in one of those Lance Armstrong “Live Strong” wrist bands i want to give them one of these instead

for more on my thoughts about steroids and how they are all the fault of Captain America i will repost my former rant on the subject from a year ago:

in the growing age of controversey over athletes using performance enhancing drugs i think that it’s time to stop the witch hunt and start looking at the source of this whole problem. it’s time that we faced up to the fact that Captain America is the one to blame. i know that may not be a popular stance to take, especially in a time of war when many Americans feel the need to cling to symbols of freedom, honor, and the American Way…but facts are facts. Captain America is the original ‘roider.

a brief history lesson for people who weren’t nerds in middle school or are just unaware of popular culture: Captain America started off as a pretty normal guy. During World War II, a young Steve Rogers tried to enlist into the military, but was turned away due to his frail and sickly body. Steve Rogers was given another chance to serve his country though, as a General overheard his rejection and offered him a chance to fight the Nazis by being a part of a top-secret experiment. Steve agreed. He was given a super-solider serum and was blasted by radiation. After the process, Steves body was no longer sickly and frail but the pinnacle of human perfection. (in other words they gave the motherfucker steroids) Granted it was to fight the Nazis not crush 450 foot homers, but still he was running around kicking Nazi ass with some shrunken balls. and the US Government was totally complicit in the whole thing.

Flash forward to kids growing up in the 60s, 70’s, and 80s with dreams of being heroes on the baseball diamond and so they start taking their own super serum. So yeah, basically Stan Lee and Marvel comics owe the fans of Major League baseball a big apology. Captain America needs to start running a disclaimer on the cover of every issue and a astrick should be attached to all back issues that are ever reprinted. and the media needs to get off the backs of all the guys who were just doing what America’s greatest superhero has been doing for the past 65 years…except for Barry Bonds. fuck that guy.

we beat the Nazis with a Steroid Monster.

Posted by justin on 24 Aug 2007 at 08:43 am

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So, last weekend at the Kindercore relaunch party ( at which Ruby Isle kicked major ass) Ryan drunkenly berated me for not posting here a whole lot. My average is once every 1 1/2 weeks. Yeah, that’s not very much.

Thing is, though, I read this page nearly every day. I comment some, too. Thing is, though, I feel so out of place next to the other writers.

I know nothing about comic books, zombies, robots, movies, iPhones,  sculpture, painting, super heroes, masked marauders, directors, actors, sports, rap music, football, fantasy-sports-leagues, professional athletes, Japan, technology, video games or Suge Knight.

I DO, however, know about cheeseburgers, LP records, coffee, the history of industry and labor, how to tune a guitar (finally, right Ryan?), Athens music, interest rates, why Target is simply a hipsters Wal-Mart, why organic produce is nearly always  similar in environmental impact as conventionally (i.e. chemically) grown produce, puppies, how to force a zit to grow, womens fashion and comfortable running shoes.

So, essentially what I’m saying is…can we talk?

Posted by admin on 23 Aug 2007 at 10:04 pm

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another small victory against our Robot Overlords

apparently people in Japan have been getting their arms broken by the ARM SPIRIT robotic video game arm wrestling machine thing….so the company decided to recall them, the president of the company was quoted as saying, “The machine isn’t that strong, much less so than a muscular man. Even women should be able to beat it,” aka quit cryin’ ya’ll week ass bitchez. obviously we should just send in Stalone to take care of these upity robot arm breakers and put them in their place, when he turns his hat around it’s like a switch…like a truck. what? you never saw Over The Top?  

Posted by justin on 23 Aug 2007 at 03:07 pm

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I think I skipped 8-8 in its entirety.  Shit.  Sorry, folks!  Let’s just say that DAREDEVIL was really good, and that CASANOVA #8 was fantastic, and forget the rest.  And since I’m late on the 15th, as well, here’s a couple of backlogged reviews before I dive into this week’s books. 

KILLING GIRL #1 (of 5)
By Glen Brunswick and Frank Espinosa
 
KILLING GIRL makes me feel like an Image fan in 1992: I’m buying it only for the art. Frank Espinosa is responsible for some of the most beautiful and viscerally exciting artwork today, and I couldn’t possibly recommend his gorgeous fantasy/adventure book ROCKETO highly enough.  Espinosa’s vaguely impressionistic paintings are more concerned with color, mood, and motion than strict realism.  Characters are barely defined through splotches of color and frantic lines, and everything bleeds into the background.  There’s a sense of palpable action and dynamic motion that makes me think of Jack Kirby, even though Espinosa’s art otherwise looks absolutely nothing like the King’s.  The storytelling isn’t always the most coherent (surprising, since Espinosa got into comics through animation), but that’s not a huge concern, considering how amazing the art is.  Another reason that’s not a big deal, though, is that Espinosa has yet to draw a comic with a particularly good story.  Espinosa created and co-writes ROCKETO, and although he’s developed a fine fantasy world, with its own mythology and archetypal characters, ROCKETO is primarily a showcase for his art.  KILLING GIRL, though, as written by Glen Brunswick, places more emphasis upon traditional storytelling; I doubt it was written specifically for Espinosa’s art, whereas ROCKETO very clearly was.  Unfortunately KILLING GIRL is a mish-mash of various clichés and genre conventions, involving a bad-ass lady assassin who was apparently kidnapped from the suburbs and forced into various forms of service by the Russian mob.  It lifts elements from noir, crime fiction, and even Lifetime women-in-peril flicks, and ties them together in a competent, but not particularly interesting, fashion.  And although I’m willing to suspend my disbelief in the face of a ridiculously awesome action sequence, the plot hinges upon a thoroughly implausible coincidence that almost derails the whole story.  Story concerns aside, as long asKILLING GIRL remains painted by Frank Espinosa, it’ll definitely remain on my pull list. 

CAPTAIN AMERICA #29
By Ed Brubaker, Steve Epting, and Mike Perkins. 

So all it took for Brubaker to elevate his already great CAPTAIN AMERICA series to the next level was the death of its main character.  Since Steve Rogers was polished off by his brainwashed girlfriend Sharon Carter, Brubaker has brought squarely to the forefront all the excellent espionage and cold war spy-movie stuff that’s been percolating in the background and only occasionally bubbling up since the first issue.  Brubaker is obviously an excellent plotter, with an eye for the long-term and patience for the slow-build.  His greatest strength, though, as seen monthly in CAP, DAREDEVIL, and CRIMINAL, might be his ability to write characters that remain convincing, realistic human beings even in the face of the most ridiculous and melodramatic of fantastical comic book situations.  For four issues now we’ve watched Carter, the Falcon, the Winter Soldier, and others both mourn and work towards understanding or gaining vengeance for the killing.  Despite all the flying and extreme violence and improbable super-sleuthing, these characters remain believable and human in how they cope with their friend’s death.  It’s like how Brubaker took such ridiculous notions as, say, a Nazi with a red skull for a head who owned a cube that let him rewrite reality, and worked them into a semi-reality-based spy story that’s no less believable than a Bourne movie.  The man can unite over-the-top Silver Age concepts with modern grim-and-gritty faux-realism without alienating fans of either style, which is a fairly amazing accomplishment. 

Anyway, in CAPTAIN AMERICA #29 Cap’s friends and allies continue to circle around each other while searching for the truth behind his assassination.  Sharon Carter is still physically incapable of admitting her role in Cap’s death, and the Winter Soldier, on a brief digression from his quest for Tony Stark’s head, makes a crucial discovery regarding General Lukin and his Kronas Corporation.  Toss in about four other interrelated subplots without imperiling tautness or concision and you’ve got yourself one ridiculously fine comic book. 

Posted by Garrett Martin on 23 Aug 2007 at 10:40 am

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[all Jaredness here]

Preface
I’m posting this entry on both my site and the Kindercore site because I don’t have enough time just now to contribute as much as I wish I could to either blog. Also, because it’s just that damned important. It’s not meant as a football apology for the hipsters, or a hipster apology for a racist appropriation of “ghetto chic”, but as a loving and long overdue introduction to the Footbizzle, our amazing fantasy football league. Footbizzle, when it’s not about the game (and don’t mistake me, this league has a genuine love for football…and for rap), is largely about talking shit and making fun of things like football and rap culture and the particular absurdity of “fantasy” football. There’s a lot of overlap between football and rap culture: the misogyny, homophobia, cockiness (and cock-i-ness), and general flashiness that our league often satirizes even as it celebrates and indulges in said attitudes…ironically. Maybe this indulgent hipster “irony” is just our racist hipster way of having our cake and eating it too, of getting to be all homophobic and racist and misogynistic while letting you know with a wink that we’re not really any of those things, and I think that’s honestly an interesting question worth at least thinking about, which is why I linked to the Feministing post above…but it’s not what I’m here to talk about (wink).

In our league there is a spirit of oneupmanship that goes far beyond any pedestrian fantasy football league. We have numerous weekly photoshop posts of our leaguemates in compromising positions or situations (think The Onion if it were written by twelve year olds and devoted solely to football and fantasy football); it’s not uncommon to see members in our leagues donning fantasy (think Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons) costumes during live performances or wearing homemade “uniforms” on draft day; as of this weekend our league will have produced (at least…you never know…) three e.p.s, five full-length albums, and a music video devoted exclusively to the talking of shit and fantasy/football/Footbizzle business–somebody seriously needs to put out a boxed set–Kindercore?; there is a special cash prize that goes out each year to the person deemed to be the champion of shit talking. When it comes to talking shit, Team Brown humbly bows down to the perennial (and perineal) contenders for the shit talking crown: Excalibrah, The Masta Cylindaz, and the Oneness. We can’t compete with those guys, and we hardly try, but every now and then we have an idea or two. We had one a few weeks ago: to become the first team in our league with an official sponsorship. After talking (a reluctant) Ryan Lewis into a lucrative (for no one) ten-year (or two weeks, whichever comes first) deal, I’m proud to announce that:

TEAM BROWN IS THE OFFICIAL FANTASY FOOTBALL TEAM OF KINDERCORE RECORDS Basically, that means that in addition to our usual posts about movies and crap we’ll also probably write the occasional update on what our league is up to.

I. A Tale of Two Cities
Athens, Ga. Hometown to Team Brown and Kindercore. To some it’s the best of towns and the worst of towns, but to me, it’s just the best of both worlds. We’re a small town, but have a great deal of culture. It’s like a city that’s not a city. There’s a typical town and gown divide, a sort of natural division between the townies and the more or less transient residents, that you can find in any number of college towns throughout the country, but an important aspect of this divide is frequently apparent in the much rarer (and unique, I think, to small, southern college towns) relationship between the two strange bedfellows that put (and continue to keep) Athens, Ga. on the map: football and indie rock. More often than not, if you’re interested in one, you’re probably not interested in the other, and based on historical evidence of some previous experiments, I can hardly fault anyone, especially nerds, for thinking that music and football just don’t mix.
No, I can’t fault them, but they’re fuckin’ wrong.

II. The Game
Geeks like Games (alliteration aside (ha!), I don’t distinguish too much between “geeks,” “nerds,” and “dorks,” because every friend I’ve ever had has been an amalgam of the three). Geeks like games of strategy like chess, and World of Warcraft, and Dungeons and Dragons. Football too is a game of strategy; if we can agree on this we’re halfway to bridging the gap between the great Nerd v. Jock wars. In all honesty, I do sympathize with the anti-jock/anti-sport mindset; my high school football team was undefeated in the regular season all four years I was there and, despite my love of football, I never attended a single game. I love the game in spite of the drunken, obnoxious, fratty, republican asshole fans. Football is great. Fantasy football, a meta-strategy game, is even better. It’s kind of like D&D, except the adventures are football games, the characters are real life football players, the Dungeon Master is called a fantasy football commissioner, and instead of rolling the dice, you just plug in your players and watch shit happen.

III. The League and the Music
So, can indie rock and football coexist? It does in the Footbizzle. Our league boasts members and former members of bands like Masters of the Hemisphere, Bugs Eat Books, The Wee Turtles (comic geeks, take note, their most recent album is about the Fantastic Four, check out some of the songs here), Je Suis France, Still Flyin’, The Mendoza Line, and many others, but, more importantly, league member The Lil’ Flip Scoldjah, on his debut album, Out Francin’ Y’all (which you can purchase here), invented the genre of fantasy rap. Excalibrah soon answered with his own album, The Return of the Kang, expanding on the fantasy rap genre an incorporating heartfelt ballads and a underrated Je Suis France (Lite?) gem that further fueled the league’s Atlanta-Athens rivalry. The Brah and Lil’ Flip live shows are (mostly) not to be missed, and if you are in the A-T-H you should have a chance to catch them with Still Flyin’ and Je Suis France (basically half our damn league) at the Fabulous 40 Watt on October 5th. In the meantime, you can watch a couple of crappy youtube videos here.

Before my hands completely fall off (My wrist has seriously been hurting for over a week; I’m afraid I might have carpal tunnel.), I’ll give you a quick rundown of our league and the albums. There are three divisions: The Francechise Division, The 50 Central, and Team Brown’s division, The Kanye West. We’ve played four seasons, with two championships going to The Oneness (their unofficial team name; we are also sometimes referred to as The Brownness), one championship to Team Brown, and the most recent one to our buddy Penisaurus Rex.

The albums so far:
–Out Francin’ Y’all! by The Masta Cylindaz–The birth of Lil’ Flip. I will never forget the day we got the mysterious package that contained this modern masterpiece (and then proceeded to spin it virtually non-stop for days). Loaded with in-jokes and references to everything from Gandalf (riding on a Segway!), Labyrinth, and Willow, to Bela Lugosi, Mary Poppins, and Purple Rain, the album deftly incorporates samples from The Fall and Super Mario Brothers.

–Return of the Kang by Excalibrah–Features the Footbizzle classics “Fuck All Y’all” and “Feast at the Round Table,” an ode to chicken wings.

–Excalibrah & the Poon-Tang Clan vol. 1.75–Another solid entry by the Brah; features “When You’re Born This Gangsta,” “Hataz Can Suck My Cock,” and “The Morning After..Shaq’s Hydro” (sung to the tune of Rupert Holmes’s “Escape” (the Pina Colada song).

–We Smell Some New Ass Pussy–A split e.p. between the Brah and Lil’ Flip targeting some new additions to the Footbizzle league in 2005.

–Nazgul Please by The Flip Scoldjah–A technically amazing album that came after Flip had to drop the “Lil’” from his name upon threat of legal action from the non-fantasy rapper Lil’ Flip. Features a cameo appearance by Elf Power’s Andrew Rieger. Probably my favorite record the league has produced. 5 stars.

–The Footbizzle All-Stars–A compilation album featuring contributions from many members of the league, including a great reworking of Dr. Dre’s “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang” by Flip and Brah, featuring the line: “Ain’t nuthin’ but a pizza party/two pepperoni slices goin’ crazy/Footbizzle is the label that pays us/untasable, so please don’t try to tase us.”

Finally, there’s the aforelinked Oneness video for “Onenasty” and a recent contribution by “Tha’ Dream Team” that’s so new I’m probably not allowed to talk about it yet. Our draft is this weekend, when, I’m told, a new e.p. will drop, so check back for a (much, much briefer–sorry for the length) update post.

Posted by teambrown on 23 Aug 2007 at 06:38 am

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Sometimes you walk into an art gallery and see something that immediately resonates with you, awakening something deep inside you that’s slept for as long as you can remember. And sometimes you walk into an art gallery and see a neon pink deer head staring down at you from the wall.

Joshua Levine sculpted this and a dozen other heads of imagined animals for his exhibition “Trophy Room,” which will be on display at Moore College in Philly starting September 6th. These gold-antlered, two-headed, and three-eyed trophies seem silly at first, and sure they’re silly, but they’re more than just a roomful of polyurethane punchlines. The angry, animal-friendly punk in me screamed out, “Of course they’ll still be killing harmless animals for sport in the future!” which made me chuckle over how absurd it is to think we’ll even be around however long it would take for animals to get this weird-looking. It was one of those laugh-at-the-mortality-of-your-species chuckles, which have really been happening too often lately.

Maybe I read into things too much, but I still think it’d be hard for anyone to deny that these things make your mind wander in some pretty strange places. And if you don’t want it to wander, just enjoy it as a goofy accessory for the space age bachelor pad. If Old Spice is still around, one of these will definitely be hanging on the wall above a robed, pipe-smoking Bruce Campbell. Bruce Campbell will always be around.

(If you feel like buying some of Levine’s work, go here. If you just want to look at pretty pictures, go here)

Posted by Mat on 23 Aug 2007 at 01:06 am

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