Dave Whitelaw, Phil Doyle and Euan Taylor wax lyrical - read; force their opinions - on every geeky topic on under the sun from movies and games to comic books and TV.
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Guitars are the enemy. My mantra in the early 90s. Yes, I was a Raver (and despite my ageing decrepit body's attempt to stop the pursuit, I still am). At Raves peak I was a high-school kid. A nerd, who had finally broken out of the geek ghetto and was in with a "cool" gang who got wrecked daily, stole cars and were involved in gang warfare. We were neds, the poor kids, and we listened to the neds favourite music from that time onward, Hardcore dance.
The funny thing is our gang warfare wasn't just split by class, but also by music. The rich kids, aka the McPhee Posse listened to Hip-Hop and were wiggers before the term was coined. The middle-class kids latched on to the other big genre of the day, Grunge and to a lesser extent, Metal. Their angst shown by Kobain's Guyliner adorned fizzog stretched across their more-often-than-not girthy frame.
For many years these greasy oafs were targets of derision for my cronies and I, but that was to change when I went to my first festival. T in the Park 1999 was something of an epiphany for me. I was aware of the power of music and huge crowds having attended huge raves for 5 years previously, but it was only on that weekend I realised what a live band could do. I saw A, Goldfinger, Happy Mondays, Blur and several others who I've long since forgot that schooled me. On my return I promptly gave myself a rockducation with professors Hendrix, Plant, Cobain and co. I no longer feared the shred.
When Guitar Hero 2 launched I bought it on day one for my 360. I failed my first song on easy. As everybody does. I got better over many months of practise. I got a second guitar and was joined by a friend who was as equally entranced by the coloured gems flying down the highway. Over the course of 6 months I played the SHIT out of that game, eventually getting good enough to move on to Hard and cocky enough to think I'd be okay at real guitar. A rash purchase later I learned I wasn't, but I haven't given up on the idea that one day I might be.
I spend most of this episode trying to keep a leash on Iain's rambling. We discuss the following;
Mega Shark vs Giant Octopus Lie To MeThings get a wee casual this week when we take a look at the fanboy-ish side of movies and TV as well as a couple of casual games;
Fanboys
Hunt for Gollum
Lost
Fringe
Snake n Bacon
Plants vs Zombies
Peggle
Air
Seriously, how bad was that review on the podcast at the weekend there? The Goon is funny. The Goon is hysterical. It's really funny. Funny. Funny. Funny. Tell you what's not fucking funny; me making an arse of that review. Especially as I think The Goon is one of the most exciting and original comics I have stumbled across in a long time. After a large dose of lamentation and a gentle prod from the wonderful Iain Connell (if you're a comic fan and not reading his blog, you better get fucking started - link at the bottom of this post), I decided to try and recover something from that car crash of a spoken review. The Goon deserves it. Eric Powell deserves it. Frankie and Dr Alloy and all the other characters deserve it. And also, this gives me the chance to showcase some of lush artwork I was making an idiotic attempt to describe. So anyway, yes, I think what grabs me in particular about The Goon is the humour. Powell writes his jokes in a style which mesmerises me because it is simultaneous wacky, slapstick and goofy coupled with this dark surrealness which feels like it should probably be frightening. It gives this feeling of being stupid and yet incredibly intelligent at the same time. Spontaenous yet you know Powell has carefully thought out the rythym and nuance of every syllable. The Goon is all about duality - like Light and Dark performing a stand-up routine down your local Jongleurs. And the artwork, fuck me, that wonderful, glorious artwork. It skirts the brashness of a Saturday morning ITV kids show while always having a layer of grittiness inherited from the noir comics of the 40's and 50's. If you were to try and lay a criticism at Powell's pencil work, the worst you could say is 'obvious'. There's nothing subtle about it and yet it always feels just right. Even tertiary charcaters are memorable because of the almost deceptful way Powell makes caricatures out of the simplest thing. From Frankie's high-waisted trousers to The Goon's flat cap.
Frankie and The Goon seem as natural a partnership as Morecambe and Wise, Vic and Bob or Liam and Noel. They have such distinct and fulfilled personalities and yet quickly, they became inseperable to me - like a single machine designed purely to entertain me, make me laugh and drag me through the story.
So I am sorry that my first review was so pish. I doubt anything written here makes things much clearer but that is purely because of my own limitations as a reviewer. Ultimately what makes The Goon so joyous is just how pschysophrenic yet complete it feels and the way that I feel challenged without it ever having read that way as an issue ends. Please go down to your local shop and pick this up. You owe it to yourself.
Oh aye, and don't forget - it's funny.
Dave
Iain's blog: http://www.connellandflorence.com/iain/blog/
After a couple of shorter weeks, we really kick the arse out of it with a bumper episode with Iain and I discussing the following;
Star Trek
Iain puts his Wiimote down for an hour to record the podcast along with my good self and we discuss the following;
Wolverine
Moon trailer
Sit Down, Shut Up
Parks and Recreation
Iain got a Wii!
Mario Galaxy
Wordfu / Drop 7
Wired issue one