Rattle and Humbug
The One With Adam's Dick on the Cover
Etc etc

War… what is it good for?

In days of yore, a bonny lass
Snoop Pearson was her name
And she could hold her own
With any brother in The Game
She melted bodies down with lime
And with her powerdrill
She boarded up the ev-i-dence
Of each and every kill

Woke up this morning
Found a brother with his eyes gouged out on ' boot o' mah car
Woke up this morning
Found a brother with his eyes gouged out on ' boot o' mah car
Fer' fuck's sake nobody tell that t' Omar

"Best scene from Bartleby"???

Ginger from Gilligan's Island. I was 8, maybe? Left a mark.

How is this not really good? Sometimes the whole "slow-down-a-pop-hit-and-make-it-poignant" thing is obvious as hell, but I think is an interesting choice of song and beautiful execution. The voices are just lovely.

Yeah, Stravinsky is fairly in-your-face, but I guess it depends on what you're writing (Rite of Spring generates a lot of imagery for me). Can't see the Eno thing - but then I'm a die-hard Eno fan.

Um, Stravinksy? Eno? That one album of classical music Billy Joel released? C'mon!

"No 1"

Nobody tell Moby. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP MOBY AWAY FROM THIS SHIT!

The Pop Group were intense. Big influence on The Birthday Party, according to Nick Cave.

Thanks Beard. That's pretty damn awesome. Like Jack Chick minus the moralising and hate-mongering and beret-wearing homosexuals!

Actually -

Saw him play "The Pleasure Principal" album in Sydney few months back. Really enjoyable. He has a reputation as a bit of a prat but he came across as quite affable, engaged and really chuffed to be there. His hardcore fans, though - gosh they are an odd lot. Lots of ponytails, lots of black, lots of bad postures.

Hunger has one of my favourite shots ever: Fassbender's character dying, breathing his last, transposed with this ghostly image of a flock of birds suddenly flying away from a tree. The concept is clever enough, the execution is breathtaking.

THE PENIS IS BAD!

EN-RA-HA MOTHERFUCKERS! EN-RAAA-HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

A couple of months back I went to a wedding, where at the reception, the "Australia(n) version of Andy Rooney" of which you speak - Jim Whaley - sat a table by himself looking patrician and morose. True story.

Someone tell The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing that if he still does, he should YouTube that shit. The internet was invented for one with proclivities such as his!