Axe Cap. Taylor Mason Cap.

Also in ‘95: Stiffs, Inc.’s “Nix, Naught, Nothing,” an album that includes the finest punk anthem about Sherlock Holmes injecting cocaine that you’ll ever hear.

“Young Man’s Stride” off that Mercury Rev album is such a goddamn JAM.

Now, now. You know the rules. You either think TLJ reinvented cinema in a way that rendered not only the art of moviemaking, but probably your very eyeballs now totally irrelevant; or you’re a reactionary who keeps a tidy shrine to Curtis LeMay that you attend to in your well-appointed study. There’s nothing…

Trigger warning: Contains James Corden.

So you’re saying the more we tighten our grip, the more Star Wars movies will slip away?

The Brookline Astronaut, Mr. Boston vodka and Tang, was a favorite of a college roommate. We collaborated on You’ll Never Get Me Lucky Charms (Guinness and marshmallows). Captain’s Blood was my crowning collegiate bartending achievement: rum, Sprite, orange juice, vodka and enough grenadine to stain your mouth red for…

Damn, Monaghan is an excellent choice.

For the holiday edition, there’s a really good one in the Sammy Davis/Carmen McRae version of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” as they both start trying to out-vamp each other after two minutes or so.

I saw The Who less than a year ago. They, like the Stones, continue to bring the live rock thunder.

This is going to be so damn embarrassing when human Gronk jumps the rail and chases the field into the clubhouse turn.

Hood Internet was great (Solid Gold from NY holds up really well). Girl Talk just moved too fast. Every time it got to a “Hey, cool!” point, it was on to the next. Saw a Girl Talk show around then that was packed to the gills with a fervent crowd that would have been half the size and half as enthusiastic for the…

RV is a great choice and Angel Dust is the greatest album of all time. Ironically, better than Album of the Year. That is all.

Those responsible for the sacking of Gondolin, have been sacked.

My theory is dinosaurs got hit by a truck. All of them.

Great bass line for sure. If you like Falling to Pieces, you may also dig From Out of Nowhere off that album.

As long as Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS is Major Toht, it doesn’t really matter who plays Indianette.

I still like “Epic,” but I get the people turned off by it. But the rest of Faith No More’s “The Real Thing” is a beast, even before Mike Patton really found his voice. They hit their stride on “Angel Dust,” but Real Thing still runs an impressive gamut from straight-ahead hard rock bangers to vampire thrash to…

So lazy, and surly.

How many gills is that?