Now I have The death of Passolini playing in my head.

They seem to owe a debt to folks like Eno and Cale that the dirtier industrial bands don't

Or Johnny Cash!

My favorite is 2nd Animal Report. I understand why someone might think it was bland though; it's sort of like a deep hole that you either choose to fall into or just step over and forget about.

Since rave music pretty much owes its existence to Detroit Techno, you could say that the members of TG/Psychic TV birthed the rave scene by bringing stacks of techno albums to English clubs, so it makes sense that all those styles should have intersected there.

I like some of those other bands, but for me Neubauten pretty much sums up what I like about industrial music. I love TG as well, but I always thought of them as something fundamentally different.

No more half-trainwrecks, they need to bring Tim Kring in on this show. I wouldn't watch it, but I would enjoy the hell out of the reviews.

I like how running from a rabid dog translates to "speed boost."

The eye-rolling is half the fun. I daresay after hours of staring at screens our eyeballs could use the exercise.

I wish Moffett would just calm the fuck down and start telling stories again.

Also don't block people in other countries from subscribing to it.

I believe it refers to unconditional love for all people, which you pretty much would have to be God to pull off.

I've always pretty much felt that way with most commercials after a single viewing. It astonishes me that this stuff works. But I would still probably watch Hulu if it werent restricted outside the US.

It's like asking which Brazillian beer you like best. Turtle piss or tortoise piss? I can't decide.

What? Bow Wow Wow broke up?

Since there's no other way to access TV content, there's no way this could possibly backfire.

The only one I've seen in print form is The Sichi-ri Man, and it was indeed superior to the TV version.

I'm turning my attention to the Lone Wolf and Cub series, or as much of it as I can find.

Nothing in here but a couple of elephant-skin rugs.

I guess bringing in Enver Gjokai to play all the male clones would have been too much to hope for. On the up side, Rachel lost an eye. I can start calling her the Governess now.