Butcher Billy Strikes Again with The Smiths 8-Bit Makeover Project

Just days after stumbling over Butcher Billy’s Clockwork Orange Babies he returns with the incredibleSmiths 8-bit Makeover Project..
fb821c2bfe1f01b854edabbec8db0a9bYou should definitely be following dude over at beHance.




A history of hip-hop sampling video games

A supercut of video games and the songs they were sampled in. Quick, someone make me a Spotify playlist & share it in the comments! +7 internets for the first person to do it, so time is of the essence.

Fifa 13 Soundtrack Revealed

Talk about massive.  Never have I seen a sports game line up so many great artists and great songs for a soundtrack like I have today when EA Sports today revealed its soundtrack for Fifa 13.  Its a missive collection of 50 songs from artists both popular and obscure.  Heres the list along with some of my favorite below.

Animal Kingdom Get Away With It
Ashtar Command Mark IV feat. Joshua Radin
Astro Panda
Atlas Genius If So
Band Of Horses Feud
Bastille Weight Of Living, Part 2
Bloc Party We Are Not Good People
Cali Outta My Mind
Clement Marfo & The Frontline Us Against The World
Crystal Fighters Follow
deadmau5 feat. Gerard Way Professional Griefers
Django Django Hail Bop
Duologue Get Out While You Can
Elliphant  TeKKno Scene feat. Adam Kanyama
Featurecast Got That Fire (Oh La Ha) (feat. Pugs Atomz)
Fitz And The Tantrums Spark
Flo Rida feat. Lil Wayne Let It Roll, Part 2
Foreign Beggars & Bare Noise See The Light
Hadouken! Bliss Out
Imagine Dragons On Top Of The World
Jagwar Ma What Love
Kasabian Club Foot
Jonathan Boulet You’re A Animal
Kimbra Come Into My head
Kitten G#
Kraftklub Eure Madchen
Ladyhawke Black White & Blue
Madeon Finale
Matisyahu Searchin
Metric Speed The Collapse
Miike Snow Paddling Out
Passion Pit I’ll Be Alright
Reptar Sweet Sipping Soda
Reverend And The Makers Shine The Light
Rock Mafia Fly Or Die
The Royal Concept Goldrushed
Royal Teeth Wild
Santigold Big Mouth
St. Lucia September
Stepdad Jungles
The Chevin Champion
The Enemy Saturday
The Heavy Don’t Say Nothing
The Presets Ghosts
Two Door Cinema Club Sleep Alone
Walk The Moon Quesadilla
Wretch 32 Blur
Youngblood Hawke We Come Running
Young Empires Rain Of Gold
Zemaria Past 2

With a Jolt, My Mind Awakens…Chapter Three: Grimace, Grumble, Gripe and Growl in the Aftermath of the Vagabond Villainy of VACATIONFACE!

(The title of the post is due to temporary bodily possession by the ghosts of Graham Chapman and Dudley Moore…these are the manner of poltergeist that is neither easily nor voluntarily expulsed. Consequently, beg pardon beg pardon beg pardon from Point of Type to Point of Beldar Conehead’s cranium. Stay with us, children…the terror has commenced…)

I’ve just returned from Martha’s Vineyard. The falafel is uproarious in the Vineyard. The idle gadabouts wear their “Masshole” and “Hahvahd” and “Life is Good” paraphernalia proudly in the region – Worry Not, True Believers! I countered with a “Life is Crap” hat, dark (prescription) sunglasses, and the blue t-shirt with Spongebob sternly asseverating, “I AM NOT A WEENIE!”, so the natives would realize the MARTIANS HAD LANDED. The mind raced the duration of my holiday – The culprit was not the caffeine. <—Great band title there…”The Culprit Was Not the Caffeine”…my gift to you…if plucked by a nameless musical quartet/band of sonorous scalawags, your sound is firmly fixed betwixt the twang of Anthrax and the twitch of Willie Nelson…

The mere freckles of time outside of Prince Namor’s Command were spent nose in several obvious orts of literature, the highlight being “Tales from Development Hell: The Greatest Movies Never Made?” by David Hughes, which documents the sotted, serpentine soirees-to-screen of Tim Burton’s “Planet of the Apes”, Peter Jackson’s “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy, the 4th Indiana Jones movie, among others, and also tells the woeful tales of those projects that may never see the light of your local cineplex, such as “The Hot Zone”, “The Crusades”, and “The Sandman”. Oh, how we crash and burn, crash and burn, only to emerge like the phoenix and stagger a-gain and a-gain and a-gain – it is TO LAUGH. The Hollywood Insiders Don’t Want You to Read This Book! <—Did this statement impede your frenzied, arm-swinging jaunt to the bookmart for immediate purchase? C’mon, ya love movies. Read the book. Deadly mesmerizing. Grade: A

Segue into my appreciation for “The Plastic Man Comedy Adventure Show”…Ruby-Spears Production that ran on ABC from 1979-1981, heavily syndicated throughout the 1980s, last seen on your TeeVee Box back a spell prob’ly on the USA network. Good ‘ol USA Network: They Accept your Cartoon Discards. Next stop – Boomerang!
I-Yam-Wud-I-Yam Today because I was raised WITHOUT the USA Cartoon Express as my Good Parent. *sigh* The success of “The Plastic Man Comedy Adventure Show” meant zaniness and boyscoutishness could marry like Danny DeVito and The Fabulous Moolah in the superhero cartoon genre; hence, “The Tick” and “Freakazoid” were so successful in the 1990s. Here’s a short list of the unusual adversaries who attempted to render Plastic Man to Grandma’s Rotting Play-Doh-on-the-Windowsill Collection: The Weed (a plant in a trenchcoat!), The Clam (a clam with a skipper’s hat, an eyepatch, and a Mer-Man vocal dialect), The Carrot Man (NOT a half-man, half-vegetable – a disgruntled game-show contestant), The Disco Mummy (Try THAT role, Anne Hathaway!), Thunder Man (an African-American villain transparently conceived as the Bizarro Black Vulcan – an ostentatious, brazen jab at Hanna-Barbera [who eventually engulfed Ruby-Spears with the appetite of the shark from “Jaws 2”]), and my diggity-dang favorite baddie, the Hippotist, who was an anthropomorphic, aristocratic hippopotamus with a monocle. The question begged: Why Hippotist over Hypnopotamus? Aye, verily, I wander – One can easily categorize this TV program as one of the sustainable elements of my youth, next to “He-Man and the Masters of the Universe”, “The Superman/Aquaman Hour of Adventure”, and “Blackstar”. “We Were the Masters of the Universe (When You Blinked): The Rise and Fall of Filmation Animation” will surely be the subject of a later post…*chilling tones of grim foreboding to be inserted at this juncture*…

The lesson of “The Plastic Man Comedy Adventure Show” is your villains don’t need to be sober, straitlaced megalomaniacs, like Luthor, Brainiac, Kang, Dr. Doom – your villains are sometimes The Wacky Guy in the Contiguous Cubicle Who Has a Nifty Idea, born from Jolt cola and vending machine skullduggery. If the show was blissfully restored (yet justifiably given the same treatment as the original 1980 program – the recent Legion of Super-Heroes, Green Lantern, and Young Justice cartoons being evidence that superhero cartoons can also sink in the quagmire of self-absorbed ennui), I would love to see villains like Vacationface (sunburnt scofflaw on perpetual vacation, consistent week-long facial growth, unbuttoned shirt and flip-flops, supernatural ability to induce rapid indifference), Pottymouth (Toilet for a head and, surprisingly, Freshest Breath in the Underworld), and Itchy Palms and Hairy Knuckles (think Burt Reynolds and Dom DeLuise from their Cannonball Run days, now as cat burglars). Plastic Man’s new Numero Uno menace (logic/alliance of the stray philosophical nothingwheres of existence dictates) is:

Zooey Deschanel. The giggling, wriggling, walking pneumonia. 50% Armageddon, 50% Bjork. If you see Zooey Deschanel while you are Out and About in the Danger Zone, heed these sagacious syllables: CROSS THE STREET AND WALK IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. Furthermore, if you glimpse Kristen Wiig….get a good rev-up on the running clothesline, hmmm?

One Last Thought before I watch “One Step Beyond” episodes on Youtube: In My Next Life, I intend to be the Intangible Devastator that drove those “Final Destination” movies (another sustainable element in the Horror Movie Genre), and I shall specialize in the Chase and Conquest of Those Who Purchase Wu-Tang Clan t-shirts at The Gap…