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Friday, November 25, 2022

Nicolas Winding Refn's Copenhagen Cowboy

 

I'm fairly certain I posted this track here at some point in the distant recesses of the past. This is the track that made me a fan of Ms. Jesus. Reconnecting with her music of late (via that old iPod), I was pleased to see she released an album this year. 




Watch:

Holy smokes. Nicolas Winding Refn has a Noir releasing on Netflix just after the new year?


I cannot wait for this. Despite the fact that I still have not finished Refn's previous series, the "We'll release that but f*&kin' bury it so no one knows it's on here" To Old To Die Young that Amazon 'released' on Prime back a few years ago. I really dig the series, however, when I copped to the fact that it is an exercise in one of Refn's favorite philosophical mantras, namely - It's so beautiful you will want to watch it, but it's so ugly you'll have trouble doing so - I nodded in understanding but moved away and haven't yet gone back to it. This will probably be the same, but I'm game regardless.




Read:

Two days ago, I restarted my reread of Nathan Ballingrud's Wounds: Six Stories from the Border of Hell collection. I blew through the first four stories - all as fantastic as I remember them from my initial reading several years back upon the book's release - and when I got to Visible Filth, I'm telling you. This is just one of my favorite pieces of prose ever. I fall so hard into the narrative, and every sentence, every sentiment and setting and character arc, they are all satisfying on a level not much else is. What I did not remember from that first reading was how absolutely glorious the final story in the volume is. The Butcher's Table - so named after a pirate ship that crosses from the Gulf of Mexico to the black seas of Hell, is nothing short of a masterpiece. With a remarkably wide and diverse cast that runs the gamut from the Egalitarian members of a refined Cannibal cult and a Secret Order of High Society Satanists, all the way down (or is that up?) the food chain to cutthroat Pirates and hired Victorian Dock Scum, this story winds itself taut and then literally springs to a conclusion that is satisfying right down to the final sentence. The Butcher's Table also showcases Mr. Ballingrud's ability to write in any timeline. 


If you've not read this, please do yourself a favor and do so. I've already posted the US cover to Wounds multiple times, so in the interest of seeing something new and awesome, here's the Turkish cover, where the book was renamed The Atlas of Hell.




Playlist:

The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing - Now That's What I Call Steampunk, Vol. 1
Zola Jesus - Stridulum
Calderum - Mystical Fortress of Iberian Lands
The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing - Eponymous
Bat For Lashes - Fur and Gold
The Knife - Silent Shout
TVOTR - Return To Cookie Mountain
TVOTR - Staring at the Sun EP
Drab Majesty - Careless
Shellac - Dude Incredible
Vaguess - The Bodhi Collection
Rodney Crowell - Christmas Everywhere




Card:

From Jonathan Grimm's Bound Tarot, which you can buy HERE.


The outcome of a material endeavor, possibly with an accomplishment.