She would have brought a Cheesy Core burrito to a fondue party, i'm sure.

Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos is a fucking masterpiece, lyrically.

The great thing about the Clash is there are a ton of solid, A+ songs that aren't the usual suspects everyone knows already.

Strummer also gave us Cut the Crap, so i'm disinclined to really take him at face value.

Aside from the kiddie chorus, it's an amazing album.

It's a great album. But i've been seriously leaning more towards Sandinista as my favorite.

magnificent seven
somebody got murdered
up in heaven
bankrobber
atom tan

who touches on a wide range of lyrical content, from getting high to, uh, getting high.

I got lost on the way to the Supper Club and tripped over a culture vulture

Steakflower, Angus T.

"Steak"

"Steak", meet the other culture vulture, "Potatoes".

Laughs aplenty on the playlist when those two are together!

Question Mark and the Mysterians, man!

And MC Poop, Skat Kat, 1/2 of Kriss Kross. some Holograms piped in via tenuous wifi and your mom.

I think it's time we revisit her laughably horrific Transylvania accent she sharted out for Van Helsing

I loved it when it was less cosmic scope and Prophet's existentiality and more just Prophet surviving lost on an alien world with all sorts of odd inhabitants.

Well, considering that break happened post filming, I can at least be assured of seeing no more Beckinsale Underworlds anymore.

Yeah, Prophet worked because of the artists involved. When the script got a little TOO incoherent, that's when my interest sagged.

AKA some director's thinly-veiled hamhandery in keeping his marginally-talented wife gainfully employed.