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What the Hell’s the Plural of Regenesis?

It could be the sandman devotee in me, but I always find new beginnings from old comic book characters enticing. I’ve never been especially lucky with getting in on the proverbial ground floor with great books, I somehow always seem to miss the ones worth reading. Still, the kid in me who grew up with 3 digit numbers on most of his favorite books can’t help but empty my pockets for a promising #1 (or in some cases the goofy industry ploy of #0). With all the crossover madness and universe changes there’s been no shortage of the elusive digit, and I’ve decided to take some time and break down a few of them. A new ongoing Ghost Rider series from Marvel featuring the original Johnny Blaze, a Vertigo book entitled “Deadman” which so far has had no connection to the classic Boston Brand character, and the fanboy pick (‘cause I wouldn’t be writing about comics if I wasn’t one) DC’s return to “Justice League of America”.

“Deadman” Bruce Jones & John Watkins

Deadman has always been, in addition to a peculiarly endearing character, a bit of a anachronism. Despite being originally conceived in the late 1960’s the characters short attitude and bizarre nature has always, in my opinion, spared him from appearing like a goofy silver age antiquity. It’s because of this perception of the character that I was caught off guard by a reinventing of the character under the vertigo imprint. The book starts off with promise, opening with a series of odd and intriguing quotations beginning with an especially cryptic one from Albert Einstein. Throughout the first two issues writer Bruce Jones continually use physics and metaphysics and theories thereof as a storytelling device. It makes for an interesting perspective (especially when the theories are coming through the “hot professor” female lead), but the pacing is lousy pretty much from the get-go. I wouldn’t go so far as to call the issues unreadable, and the “life flashing before my eyes” set up of the first issue is a reasonable enough, if entirely unoriginal, establishing issue for a book called “Deadman”. The problems with the book really star springing in the second issue where it’s pretty much just more of the same shit. Physics, metaphysics, and a whole lot of “is this a dream?” for 22 pages, but no story direction whatsoever. I understand the need for exposition, and that the state of the industry is so good you can get away with taking your time, but two issues with no direction is too much. If this book hasn’t gotten moving and become coherent by next month, shit’s getting dropped.

“Ghost Rider” Daniel Way, Javier Saltares, & Marx Texeira

I was pretty excited about this book when I picked it up. I knew that Marvel had been working on a return to the superior Johnny Blaze Ghost Rider character for a while, starting with a Garth Ennis mini-series a little while back, and a new ongoing was the logical next step. An intial perusal of the the artwork only fostered more excitement. Texeira and Saltares have done a great job with the aesthetics, stylistically strong but rooted in realism; no footless freaks or oblong heads. Since he’s dealing with an established character Way jumps right into the story, it’s a refreshing opening. Blaze has always been one of Marvel’s stronger and tragically underused antihero’s, and I’ve always had a soft spot for him. Unfortunately, Way’s handling of the character lacks any definition. The writer can’t seem to decide if he’s out to give us a goofy gorefest, a modern and relevant story about a man perennially trapped in the grey places between good and evil, or an homage to the horror comics of the silver age. Any of the three would work and make for a satisfying run, but trying to juggle all three seems likely to end in disaster. Still, if way could tighten up his storytelling, and really find a means to pull off that balance, I think he could strike brilliance.

“Justice League of America” Brad Meltzer, Ed Benes, Sandra Hope, & Others

Let me come out and say it, I’ve been counting down to this book for months. That may put me into the role of biased fanboy, but with me anticipation is almost always a recipe for disappointment. Melzer’s work so far has flaws (chiefly the confusing juggling of too many plot seeds), but for the most part he’s coming through and meeting expectations that have only been heightened by time. Issue 0 is an well executed balancing act between relevant reflections on the history of the league and taunting glimpses into possible futures, all revolving around the DCU’s central axis of Batman, Superman, and Woder Woman, and closing with the three iconic character preparing to reform the league. Throughout the two issues that follow, he continues the extremely well penned dialog between the three as they discuss potential members, and it seems as though he’s using the conversation as a personification, to explain to fans, indirectly, his own selection process, It sounds silly, but Meltzer makes it work and his grasp on the relationship between the cornerstone characters is impeccable. Unfortunately, his attempts to break up the selection scene with set-ups for the coming story arc by following the paths of potential members is choppy and confusing; in most instances there’s just not enough page time allotted to make the scenes relevant to the reader. Even with the best executed secondary plot, a pinocchio syndrome spin on the Red Tornado character, it’s caught up in cliché and falls short of the emotions he intends it to evoke. Some of these scene almost seem like deliberate misdirection, however it just doesn’t seem to work. Still his ideas about what the league is and what it should be are interesting and the series has a lot of promise. My only lingering doubt is the fact that J’onn J’onzz, the only constant league member throughout the entire history of the run, is still as of yet absent. Still, with at least ten more issues in Meltzer’s run, the fanboy in me can forgive a few flaws and oversights and get excited about the prospect of a prospectively great run on an iconic book.

Mike Regrets

Henry Rollins in a Potato Sack Race


Today I woke up kinda early. Well, really early, around 7am. I didn’t know what do to with myself so I logged into the ever entertaining and genius messageboard,B9board. One thread that I looked at was so amazing that I had to post a link to it on this blog.

In the thread, members of the b9board created variations of a drawing titled Leisure Time with Mr. Rollins, by artist Brandon Bird. The original artwork is posted above. Here’s my favorite variation:

For more hilarious takes on the drawing go to the thread: click!

The Pietasters/ Big D and the Kids Table @ CBGB 10/5/2006

Last Thursday was the last ska show at CBGB and probably the last ska show that I’ll ever attend.

When I was in highschool I was a skanking fool decked out in checkerboard apparel but at CBGB I felt so out of place. The club is so tight that there is nowhere to comfortably dance. I wore my shirt with the extra pockets for nothing. Also that night one half of the crowd looked 15 or 16 and had on weird goth clothes augmented with safety pins, I guess that was the crowd for Big D and the Kid’s Table. The other half were in their mid twenties, beer in hand, with the “I just got out of work, I’m ready to unwind” aura emanating off of them. I figured that was the crowd for the DC/MD ska band The Pietasters. I don’t fit into either one of those categories. Luckily I wasn’t the only one.

There was one guy that I couldn’t pigeonhold and his name is Skankin’ Richard. You may have seen him at various Boston/NYC ska show but that night was the first time I ever got watch the infamous 60 year old ska loving grandpa dancing it up in the pit. Look at this youtube clip to get a sense of what I experienced:

My hero.

I missed some of the opening bands. I don’t think it really matters because all of the music I heard that night was pretty generic. I do remember that the first full set I saw that night was the band Lost City Angels. Before they played I went outside because my friend wanted to smoke a cigarette and this guy comes up to us and gives me and my friend a button with his face on it! Awesome. He said he is in the band called Black History Month playing at the gallery next door and we should pretend to be in the band by singing some Operation Ivy covers so we won’t have to pay to get in. Sadly, we declined because my friend wanted to see Lost City Angels, (an unexciting punk band with an English singer). I should have went to see Black History Month’s set. Displayed above is a taste of what I missed.

I’ve seen Big D and the Kid’s Table at least 4 times and I have never understood it until that night. It always seemed like too much was going on and that the singer was rapping, but I realized that he just talks fast. That night I really grasped why the kiddies love them, its because they are just a fun band. They are fun to dance to and their songs are catchy, plus the singer is hot.

When The Pietasters came on all the kids left and there was nothing but tipsy adults. I stayed for 3 songs but then I got out of there because, again, I got frustrated with the fact there was no where too dance. The crowd was a little too violent for a ska show too.

**Update on a previous entry: My prophecy of The Stooges playing the last show at CBGB was made in vain. Many of my friends read that now to make fun of me but seriously, how cool would that have been for Iggy to play opposed to Patti Smith? I love Patti but I wish she was coupled with something a little more exciting. Possibly co-headlining with a reunited Television? R.I.P CBGB

Talented Friends: Late Night Wallflower Loves Shameless Plugs

I’d like to formally introduce two new writers for Late Night Wallflower, Lauren and Mike. If they ever find time out of their busy bastard schedule, you’ll see some stuff posted by them soon! Both of them are in the fantastic NJ-based punk band, The Measure (SA). If you like awesome bands like Fifth Hour Hero and American Steel, then you’ll love these guys. All you Gainesville peeps, be sure to check them out at The Fest!

http://www.myspace.com/themeasuresa

While we’re on this train, few other friends of the site you should go check out:

My best bud Keith is currently ripping it up on the bass for South-Eastern PA’s Sincerely Monroe. The boys take the sensibilities and self-depreciating analogies of Brand New and mix it up with some old-school post-punk aggression. Passionate and cynical lyrics and frenzied breakdowns help put these guys a step above the rest. Trust me on this one, these guys are going somewhere with this. They just released their debut EP The Stranger and the Contortionist in July, so be sure to pick it up at http://www.merchix.com/sincerelymonroe/.

http://www.myspace.com/sincerelymonroe

Also, finally. One of my favorite bands in the NYC area recently has been The King Left. The guys are currently shacking it up in the studio with Sammy Siegler to record another fresh batch of Interpol meets Echo And The Bunnymen style alt-rock. You can buy their first self-titled EP at www.insound.com. “Like Your Not My Trophy” is seriously so addicting, so watch out.

http://www.myspace.com/thekingleft

Like Them Or Not, Fucked Up Are Saving The Scene

When the Toronto hardcore-punk collective of maniacs known as Fucked Up signed to Jade Tree, eye brows were certainly raised by certain people within the scene. The band had slowly but surely developed a rabid fanbase over the last few years; everyone from the vinyl crate-digging DIY-purist to even some of the most jaded music fans. Was the move the band’s first attempt to legitimize their efforts? Were (gasp!) Fucked Up cleaning up their act? Far from it.

The band’s first official full-length just officially hit shelves this week. I’m sure a large portion of people who read this site know about it or already own a copy by now. Needless to say, it is not going to please everyone. It’s a far cry from their more straight-forward but still inspired Negative Approach style hardcore of the past.

With Hidden World though, it’s clear the band has made the album they have always wanted to make. It’s so ballsy for a hardcore band (I feel wrong even labeling them this anymore) to be recording songs that push passed the six minute mark. From the anthemtic album-opener “Crusades” to “Invisible Leader,” the album starts off in an psuedo-poppy direction. The first few songs may be the most accessible pieces of music they have made; “David Comes To Life” is such a catchy, hooked-filled song. Before you can get comfortable though, the band’s brutal new version of “Baiting The Public” hits you like a ton of bricks to the face. Expanded and more sonically crushing then the original version, the track makes me want to run outside and shatter the windows of every single naysayer that says punk is dead. The track is turning point for the record as well, signaling a more aggressive turn, most notably on “Two Snakes.” It doesn’t end there though ; The progression is almost immeasurable throughout.

I’m not saying Hidden World is the most perfectly conducted album you will ever hear. It’s tough to get through in one sitting just because there is so much music and frequent gear shifts. The album unfolds like a book you read over several days, discovering different aspects of it at certain points. This reason is precisely why many people will certainly be turned off by this record, dismissing it as directionless, perhaps. I think the diversity and eagerness is what makes it so important. It’s tough for a band like this to come off properly on albums, partially the reason why they shunned the medium for so long. Everything, however, about it retains the band’s abrasive nature, while still naturally progressing. Fucked Up is the band standing on the outside of the musical bubble, laughing hysterically at all of those content with following the trends.

They are ejecting a much needed andreline boost into an overall generic and boring scene. They have become musically diverse with a obvious sense of flair, dynamic and danger defining their persona. Even if Hidden World is the last thing this band puts together, it will truely stand as a landmark in the new school of punk and hardcore. This will be one of those records years from now people will name-drop incessantly for trailblazing through the remanants of all the cookie cutter wannabees out there. They are now unstoppable.