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    The perfect order is clearly Bomb - Guts - [Cut] - Elec - Ice - Fire. Perfectly logical, as Bomb Man is incredibly easy with the Mega Buster and then you simply follow the chain of weaknesses, picking up the Magnet Beam along the way. If you can't handle the Guts Man dropping platforms, oh boy, the end of the game

    It also explains why past/alternate-universe Booker always had less money than the one who had just died.
    Oh wait, it didn't. *shrugs*

    I rewatched some Tenchi Muyo a while back (the first series), and while the art/animation is comparatively better than some of the other serialized dross, the story and writing do not hold up well. Whether it's because I've gained some maturity in the last 20 years, or because it's a subgenre (harem) which has been

    Man, that chugging riff to start "Escape" (which somehow is not on Greatest Hits 1) just kicks so much ass. Especially the live version.

    Green Day videos have always ranged between "passable" and "execrable" from the beginning to now. Lots of great songs, nary a great video to be seen.

    One rock critic - I forget exactly who - called that line a perfect encapsulation of modern romance, and I'll be damned if it isn't right on the money.

    1984 was the first song I've ever heard (and maybe the only) that deployed a violin (or is it electric violin?) riff as the basis for a hard-charging rock song. Which was, of course, half-cabaret, but what part of Bowie wasn't?

    Yeah - at least, in listening to "Let's Dance" for the first time thirty years after the fact, the entire second half of the album is this nutty, a-rhythmic suite and doesn't seem like a huge departure from late-70s Bowie except in some of the instrumentation choices.

    I mean, it's only probably the best song ever released - or at least, the best one over six minutes long. That drug-addled bastard could do no wrong; he even rhymes "ocean" with "ocean" and it still works as spun-out gothic-soul brilliance. The switch from metronomic occult reverie to driving, desperately energetic

    "You were right about me. Tell your sister . . . you were right."