The Flower Kings, Hath, and Superchunk

Neo-progressive rock! Progressive blackened death metal! Indie rock by a group of progressives! The Flower Kings! Hath! Superchunk! The Super Kings! Flowerchunk! Superhath! The Chunk Kings! This is dumb. I hate intros.


The Flower Kings – By Royal Decree
(March 4, 2022)

The Flower Kings - By Royal Decree

Neo-progressive rock sure has its devotees, and god bless ’em. Scour the Prog Archives user-submitted reviews for any album within the last 50 years and you’ll find endless 3- to 5-star ratings. Even the most mediocre trash gets high praise from boomers who can barely string seven words together. Nobody ever has anything more substantial to say other than “this is so complex, it’s very good, I love how complex this good album is. A point off for this part here that’s not as complex as the other parts.”

And Roine Stolt, the visionary behind the Flower Kings project, is a master at catering to the average, seasoned neo-prog fan. I’ve spoken before on Stolt’s inability to edit his work. As predictable as the goddamned sunrise, here’s another 90-minute double-CD slab of Peter Gabriel worship. It’s the 15th album by the Flower Kings; it’s just like the one that came before it, and is, assuredly, just like the one that will come after it. If you’re into that, you’ll love this album. It’s overlong and whimsical and corny as shit, rife with sappy lyrics and musically saccharine yacht rock sensibilities.

That in of itself isn’t even the problem. I don’t mind that crap in small doses; some of this album is fantastic indeed. But you could literally trim fifty fucking minutes off this thing. The problem is that I can’t shake the image in my head of Roine Stolt driving to the prog rock landfill and scooping up piles of prog rock compost into the back of a pickup truck. He’s in and out in less than a day, hauling off whatever he can carry, and using it all fast enough to drive out there again to resupply. How can the music possibly not feel tepid and disposable?

And look at that cover art. Disgusting.

Early Verdict:


Hath – All That Was Promised
(March 4, 2022)

Hath - All That Was Promised

Hath, huh? I Hath not heard of this band before! Progressive blackened death metal with Dante’s Inferno-style Slayer cover art? OK, I’m game. Take some cover art notes, Flower Kings.

When I think of progressive blackened death metal I think of Slugdge, who was in turn inspired by Akercocke, and both of these bands are fucking fantastic. It’s a high bar to compete against. The slippery slope with adding progressive elements to an extreme metal genre is undercutting the heaviness with cheesiness. Whether intentional or not, it’s not a good look, but a lot of these pitfalls are avoided on All That Was Promised. The soaring clean guitar solo of “Kenosis”, for example, doesn’t dilute the ferociousness.

Also, notably, Hath incorporates all the twists and turns of progressive metal song structure without any of the jarring about-faces you’d get from bands who aim to constantly show off their technical prowess. “Iosis” is the standout in this respect, making the most of six minutes with lots of seamless dynamic shifts, tempo changes, clean tremolo riffs, and quiet-to-loud tension-busting transitions. On top of everything else, I really like these vocals. Kind of this hollow, airy, hoarse growl. Not chunky, not screamy, it works well.

This is definitely one to continue absorbing, but I can see this one only getting better over time.

Early Verdict:


Superchunk – Wild Loneliness
(February 25, 2022)

Superchunk - Wild Loneliness

Oh man, you guys, another Superchunk album! One of the most consistent and lasting indie bands in existence shows no signs of stopping with their twelfth studio effort!

♪ What ♫♬ a time ♬♪ to be ♩♪♩♫ alive…

As it turns out, though, Wild Loneliness is a little bit different than the usual Superchunk fare. Raucous liveliness is replaced with thoughtful introspective reflection and even-tempered middle-agedness. The melodies are rich with lush arrangements, incorporating some rather pleasant wind solos in a few cases, such as the lounge jazz trumpet in “Highly Suspect”, or the smooth experimental (oxymoron?) jazz sax solo in the title track. It’s all still upbeat, but in a very restrained way. Like the band is vacationing in the Sunset Strip. The guitar isn’t as forward this time around; it hangs in back and lets Mac McCaughan’s vocals carry much of the heavy lifting.

It’s all fine and respectable, but I’m lukewarm overall about this. These tempos and lyrics make it sound like McCaughan’s whining, and his voice is already kind of childishly whiny. “I’m not ready for an endless summer, no/I’m not ready for an endless summer“. “Hey, I’m clumsy and I’m sad/Can’t even find the grip I used to have“. I don’t know, it doesn’t land for me without the usual vitriol.

Maybe I, too, need to go through my own phase of thoughtful introspective reflection and even-tempered middle-agedness! Until then, I’ve still got enough fuel in me to burn my flame of sarcasm and contempt for years to come.

Early Verdict:

Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #3

Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #3 – “The Garden”

* Part 3 of 6 of the Avengers World storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #3 – “The Garden”! In the previous installment, we see a flashback of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark assembling an Avengers team to take on some new huge threat unlike anything they’ve faced before! And right now that’s a good thing, because most of the A-Team Avengers are stuck on Mars right now, and Captain America needs to go there with his now-assembled Z-Team of losers that kind of didn’t want to be there in the first place. Some of them did, like Captain Marvel, but some of them kind of didn’t, like Sunspot (?) and Cannonball (??).

Ex Nihilo, meanwhile, is very interested in enhancing Earth with about a million of these “origin bombs”, which unleashes creepy bugs that aren’t good for humanity. I’m on Ex Nihilo’s side with this one, though. Humanity sucks. If Ex Nihilo fails to do this, though, Aleph is slated to destroy Earth anyway. So either option sucks…in theory.


Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #3 [March, 2013]
Written by: Jonathan Hickman
“The Garden”

Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #3

On Mars, there’s a very large green thing that looks like a weird, space egg sac. One of the eggs of the egg sacs goes “BLOORP”, signalling that a miracle of life is about to commence! Aleph alerts Ex Nihilo of this bloorp.

Ex Nihilo is going to be a new mommy and he couldn’t be more chuffed! It’s gonna be the “Adam” for his new world, made from the very best pieces and god particles! Oh boy!

Abyss forces Thor to watch as a hand slowly emerges from the big dumb sac. “Ex Nihilo is going to restart your world — erase it all and start over like he’s done on thousands of other worlds.” she tells him, and then whispers an offer for a “sweeter way out”. And this “sweeter way out” amounts to marrying her so they can be, like, god-betrothed.

Abyss looks like a Helena Bonham-Carter character. Thor asks her if she thinks him so simple, and after she lays a big wet kiss on his Thor mouth, he says “Well argued. You will be spared when the reckoning comes.” She didn’t like that response very much.

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Whatever you say, Bellatrix Lestrange.

A large, gross, bald, nude man squelches out of the egg sac. He speaks that alien language you see once in a while on Futurama, and this is alarming to Abyss, to say the least! He should be speaking English!

Big Gross Adam’s eyes turn all-white. He gets on his knees, emits a radiant, blinding light, and speaks more gibberish. The Builders’ language, as it turns out. Or rather, the Builder machine code. A wisp of runes emits from his head. He looks pissed off.

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Translation: “I’m aroused.

And then Big Bald Adam either passes out or dies. Abyss is confused as SHIT, but Ex Nihilo carries this sizable naked dude in his arms and declares a success! Possibly to save face, though, because his new kid sucks ass and everyone in the room knows it.

He doesn’t blather long about his “success” before he gets blasted in the chest by someone’s X-Men Cyclops-ripoff eyeball firebeams. Aleph points out some approaching apes, who turn out to be Captain America and two other newbie Avengers: a guy with a stupidly enormous WWE belt buckle and flying fake-Cyclops. Aren’t superheroes supposed to constantly be referring to each other during fights? Like “GREAT WORK, SPARK-BOY!” or “FAST FISTICUFFS, THE HUMAN BLOWJOB!”. I don’t know these doofuses!

Captain America smashes his shield in Aleph’s robot face. And, oh damn, it’s Mr. Belt Buckle who’s firing off the laser vision! The other guy is just floating there, like he’s just around to be the hype man. Cap’n tries to approach the downed Aleph and give him a taste of his own medicine. “Yield.” he tells Aleph, trying to turn the tables on the unpleasantness he encountered in Issue #1, but it doesn’t work. Aleph knocks that bitch down!

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I will ZZZRRRNNNNN! you to death, sir.

Abyss snaps Hulk into attention. “Beast! Serve me! Cast a ferocious shadow — blot out the sun!” And Hulk goes “rarr!” and gives Fiery Belt Buckle a big green fist to the face! Fiery Belt Buckle is named Hyperion. I don’t remember anything about him, nor do I remember him being recruited for the Avengers. But here he is anyway, crashing the party!

Ex Nihilo is a smoldering pile of flames, whom the small Avengers team thinks might be the end of it. But that’s pretty naive, this is only the third fucking issue!

There’s no way that someone like Ex Nihilo is going down this quickly. Aleph approaches him and “talks”: “QUERY: STATUS STABLE?”. Ex Nihlio picks himself up, dusts himself off, and responds “No, Aleph. Never static…forward. Always forward.”

The guy I didn’t know, not Hyperion, I can see now that it’s one of the women, but I can’t fucking tell who. It’s not Captain Marvel, Spider-Woman, nor Black Widow, unless one of them suddenly dresses sort of like Cyclops.

Anyway, she finds herself surrounded by dozens of egg sacs that burrow their way to the surface from underground. Summoned by Ex Nihilo? Ah, these are a bunch of origin bomb plants! A cavalcade of hideous creatures bursts forth from their sticky, squishy, blue eggs.

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Listen Steve, I know you’re not that bright, but come on, dude. This was your idea.

Captain America finally starts to get up after an eternity of just chilling on the ground. Tony Stark, hanging about four feet away on the Mars tree, lifts his head, gives Cap’n an icy glower, and says “uhhhhhh, what about the plan, chief?” And Captain America goes “buuhhhhh, uh, yeah, the plan, uh, I stuck to it already, heh heh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

And then Cap’n presses a button against his ear and radios the rest of the team. “EDEN! FIND ME!” he messages to Manifold, who does his space magic to fling everyone else into space. So now everyone’s on Mars for a BIG AVENGERS BATTLE! So that happens.

A bunch of costumed ninnies start punching egg sac creatures. One keeps Hulk at bay so he doesn’t keep doing more of Abyss’ bidding. Fake-Cyclops actually does have laser eyes too, I guess. I still don’t know who she is. Some other Avenger on the ground hits on her during the fight, I don’t know who he is either. Maybe I shouldn’t have started reading an Avengers series that has about 45 Avengers instead of, like, 4.

Captain America tries to lead his troupe. “Quickly. Let’s get everyone out of this thing and back into the fight.” He points to the sorry bunch still strapped to the Mars tree. Cap’n can easily throw a shield and cut them all down with one boomerang toss, but instead he’d rather sit back and jerk off and delegate.

Spider-Man proves useless, as usual, against trying to cut the snaggly Mars vines. This is Wolverine’s time to shine! And it must be some unwritten rule that Wolverines retractable claws make a “SNIKT” sound effect. Here’s how I’d write the onomatopoeia: “SWIIISSSHH!! HONK!”

Captain America helps Stark down and gives one of his ass cheeks a little squeeze, probably. He notices the Falcon (Sam?) staring up in a trance at some demon Ex Nihilo sac birds flying around. There’s a point made here that Falcon used his Falcony bird telepathy to make the demon birds start leaving. This makes Ex Nihilo sad. “My creations abandon me? Who leaves their creator’s garden willingly? All is lost, isn’t it?” he frowns, giving up pretty quickly for an almighty shiny yellow god.

Wolverine works on cutting everyone loose. Thor tells him to shake a leg, it’s taking fucking forever. Abyss sees her new lover Thor summon his big Thor hammer to do dangerous Thor things with it. “KRAK-A-THOOM!” goes a bolt of lightning! It strikes the three mean gods. Or, rather, the two mean gods and their robot pal. It’s at this point that Abyss realizes, maybe, that he’s just not into her.

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*punch* How about now? *punch* Now? *punch* Feeling even better yet? *punch* *kick*

What’s his face, Hyperion, Mr. Belt Buckle, socks Hulk in the face and that makes him turn back into lowly Dr. Bruce Banner. Hyperion, therefore, has Hulk Reversal Powers! Hyperion makes a face that looks like Stephen Malkmus from Pavement.

Another Avenger hurtles through one of Aleph’s legs, snapping it from his body.

I forgot to mention: during this whole fray, a disoriented woman wearing a bodysuit, but no mask of any kind, and obviously not involved with the Avengers, had appeared on Mars when Captain America called the rest of her team. She doesn’t know where she is, how she got there, and the last thing she remembers is some shaking and some violence! Nonetheless, she’s curious! And, she just noticed Big Bald Nude Adam lying down in a makeshift cocoon of Martian plants. “Oh! Systems!” she says to him, and he looks up at her with normal eyes. He says a couple lines of that Builders’ code.

The battle rages on. Stark’s getting nervous, he thinks the game is starting to shift in the gods’ favor. “Keep pressing!” Captain America tells him, never one to listen to naysayers and Negative Nancys.

This mysterious confused lady, she’s starting to get less confused. And a bright blue light washes over the red Mars landscape for a second, enveloping everyone in its pacifying glow.

This lady hovers in the air and addresses her ugly children. “Please…Equilibrium. You recognize this form? You know who I am?” To this, Ex Nihilo and Abyss bow with phrases of reverence like “The Legend.” and “The Mother.” and “Goddess.” and “The Universe Herself.”, but Aleph says “ERROR: DEITY NEGATIVE.” like an asshole.

Universe Lady corrects Aleph. “Deity POSITIVE.” It’s kind of like a Wayne’s World “No way.” — “Way.” exchange, just more…uh, pious?

“My children — your Builders — are adrift. They flail, and their actions — YOU — have become insufficient. That cycle is broken. The systems are broken.” Now go to your room! Universe Lady is really letting them have it, by god, she’s going to whack them with a rolled-up newspaper in about two minutes if she hears any lip. “Destroy/transform NO MORE inhabited worlds,” she orders.

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If she’s the universe, then how come I’m not in her right now? Huhh-huhh-huhh.

Abyss and Ex Nihilo are confused. This is what they exist for! It’s who they are! What are they supposed to do now? Paint? Make websites? Collect Magic: The Gathering cards? They look to Aleph for guidance. “DECLARATIVE: NO.” he beeps like a microwave.

“QUERY: THIS ALEPH HAS DETERMINED THAT THE HUMAN WORLD MUST BE DESTROYED. MUST THIS ALEPH NOT PERFORM ITS FUNCTION?”

And Universe Lady’s main argument is “What good is any system built by children? Stand down.”

This scrambles Aleph’s circuits. He sizzles and shorts! He sparks and twitches! He jizzes and farts! “DECLARATIVE: I CANNOT OBEY.” He creates a large ball of energy in front of him, intended to be a projectile for Universe Lady, but she makes short work of that. She touches the ball and obliterates Aleph into seven trillion pieces with a “ZZZRRNNN”.

Everyone just stares up at her while she floats there.

JUMP CUT! Ex Nihilo and Abyss are neutered shells of former gods in only a matter of 10 minutes, just because mom said so. Thor’s got Nude Adam in his arms, and Ex Nihilo stands there whining. “This is wrong…why are you taking my Adam?” he asks, morose and bewildered. And Universe Lady tells him, duh, you made a human. He belongs with the humans. And Ex Nihilo is like “I guess…so…uh…now what?”, and he is advised to continue making Mars as long as he leaves Earth alone. “Do you think you can restrain yourself?” Cap’n asks him, and Ex Nihlio, having no other choice because mom might smack him with a switch, claims that it’s not gonna be a dang problem. “But you have to wonder, don’t you?” Ex Nihilo directs his attention toward Captain America, “I have remade thousands of worlds, and seen the destruction of far, far more — and yet it is your planet she has chosen to call home. What is it that makes your Earth so special?”

And Steve “Brain Genius” Rogers, he thinks about that for a minute.

“It’s an Avengers World.”

Final Thoughts

And just like that, the threat is neutralized?? These gods have been doing this for hundreds of thousands of years, and some Universe Lady tells them to stop? And they’re like “yes’m”.

The Avengers did nothing! Useless! Who cares?!

I’ve always thought they were useless anyway. Give me Batman any day. That guy fucks.

East of West. Issue #6

East of West, Issue #6 – “Justice”

* Part 6 of 15 of the The Apocalypse: Year One storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: East of West, Issue #6 – “Justice”! In the previous installment, we get a backstory on how Xiaolian and Death met, why the prophecy foretold their betrothment, what happened between them, why Death still has a boner, and why their son (presumed dead by Xiaolian) is still alive! And Death’s gonna go find him! And Xiaolian’s like “see that you do, bitch”.

Elsewhere, at the “Lair of the Beast” Xiaolian and Death’s son is being held captive by the Matrix and is being fed all sorts of knowledge by a machine. To prepare for what, exactly, I’m not sure yet, but Bel Solomon is sad and angry about it while Andrew Archibald Chamberlain remains serene and amused by all the shit going down.

Read on, nerds.


East of West, Issue #6 [September, 2013]
Written by: Jonathan Hickman
“Justice”

East of West, Issue #6

Remember the Armistice? The meeting place of the Chosen from Issue #2? There’s a giant obelisk shaped like the Triforce? Such a blatant Zelda ripoff yet again? Anyway, at the Armistice, Baldy Pointy Nose (Ezra Orion, Premier of Armistice, Keeper of the Message, Pussy Champion) announces to the rest of the congregation that there is a traitor among them. He knows this because he stuck his head in a hat and the Message told him that one of the Chosen would CHOOSE to betray them.

Bel Solomon is sweating bullets, whispering to his good buddy Chamberlain that they shouldn’t have returned to the Armistice. Chamberlain tells him to sack up, cowboy. He’s got an ace up his sleeve! In front of everyone, Chamberlain calls bullshit on Baldy Message Guru’s claim and asks for some proof.

“You want proof?” Orion snarls, and then presents a dismembered hand clutching a sword hilt. “Here is your proof. Would you like more?” he snarls again, and then presents a second dismembered hand clutching a flower.

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Pretty gross, dude. Wear some gloves if you’re gonna handle chopped-up corpse parts.

Chamberlain, of course, gets cute. “I swear is there no one that keeps a hold of their extremities these days?” Ha ha, this guy. Now what do these severed hands have to do with anything, he continues to nudge. But Ezra Orion, Keeper of the Message, the Mother of Dragons, he dusts his hands off and simply responds that the Message told him! It is not he who makes the accusations! He only snarls about them!

Now Lenny Kravitz (Crown Prince John Freeman of the Kingdom of New Orleans, Snappy Dresser) sides with Chamberlain on this one. He asks Orion why the fresh hell he didn’t tell anyone before. “What good is the Message if it fails to reveal itself in time? What good are you as its keeper?” And it’s at this point that the President of the United States (Antonia LeVay, Secretary of the Interior, Former 456th in Line of Succession or Some Such Shit) butts in and drops some Message facts. Prophecy and all that. Things don’t reveal themselves until previous events occur. In short, cool it Kravitz.

Then she explains the facts, Jack: “That bitch, Xiaolian, has rebuffed our overtures directly, and it was she who sent the hands. They belonged to her sister, Hu, and in her message to us…we now see the Message.”

“Well, sounds like bullshit to me, Bel. How about you?” Chamberlain haughtily asks his buddy, the Skeptic, who is naturally going to be skeptical too! So, Bel plays it cool, and agrees that Ezra Orion should really provide more substantial proof than just the words in a dumb Message! Chamberlain then accuses Orion that he’s just waiting for someone to confess to make it easier on him.

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Ha, look at this guy’s ears. Nerd alert!

Au contraire, farty pants! He has more than just the words in the dumb Message! Ezra Orion has a weird box with a weird Hell creature in it! “A gift from the Horsemen…” he explains. The monster will takes turns chewing on each of the Chosen for a bit, then, after swallowing some flesh, it can determine where everyone’s loyalties lie! Sounds like fun, no?

Chamberlain is like, FUCK that. “Bel is the traitor.” he announces, and beside him Bel goes “BRRRTT!!”

“This slippery-tongued devil tried to convince me to join him in his shenanigans.” Chamberlain explains without a hint of shame. That Bel Solomon, he has a way with words! But, oho, Chamberlain was narrowly able to side-step all his shifty advances! Can’t you all tell? Don’t be a victim like he was!

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The old man can run!

Orion sics the creature on Bel while the rest watch with frowny validation. Bel tries to quickly draw his gun, but Crown Prince John “Morgan” Freeman is quicker on the draw! Freeman shoots Bel in the shoulder, Bel shoots the Hell Demon. Bel starts running away, but Frowny White Pigtail Man (Cheveyo, “big magic” of the Endless Nation, Lunchables Enthusiast) revives the creature with some magic dust and it sprints off after Bel.

Bel calls for his ship using his fancy Year 2064 Apple Watch, but the demon grows pretty big and starts gaining on him. He tries to shoot the demon more, but now it’s too big and impervious to be greatly affected by the bullets.

Bel crashes through a window and starts falling from a few dozen stories high; his ship waits directly below. The demon spits out some ropey tendrils, which successfully nooses that fucker on his way down! But Bel shoots the tendril clean through and continues his fall straight to his ship.

He gets away.

Atop the giant Triforce Obelisk, Cheveyo comments to Chamberlain as they stare out the broken window that it was interesting that he let Bel get away. And Chamberlain simply says that he was unarmed…as everyone should have been at these meetings. Cheveyo asks if Chamberlain agrees that no one should be trusted among the Chosen. And Chamberlain, that sneaky bastard, tells him that no one should be trusted among the Chosen but Chamberlain. “Best you remember that.”

The old magic stays with you forever. If you have been marked, there is no erasing that stain.

All lies die in the desert.

That was just the intro?! Man, I’m already bushed! I already wrote, like, 1000 words!

So, in the desert (where all lies die, apparently), a robot hound scopes out the wreckage of Bel Solomon’s ship. The hound uses his torch-cutting powers to cut a square hole in the ship’s side. “I’m injured…and I need to see him.” Solomon says, injured, but in need of seeing someone! I’m great at these commentaries!

We’re hit with a flashback montage and some narration. “True as any true thing ever spoken, back then there was a saying: The only thing more corrupt than a politician was a judge.” The flashback montage shows a man, with his robot dog, racing in a ship toward a destroyed ranch-house of sorts. He discovers a woman, dead, hanging from a noose. There are many others hanging from nooses, but this particular woman is important to him! He cradles her body in his arms as he sits on his knees on the floor.

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Sounds like every American presidential election.

The politician/judge sidebar continues by saying that the two are essentially the same. “Both had long lost their souls. Both were totally corrupt. And both were always for sale… The judges were just cheaper.”

Next, we see another flashback scene of Bel Solomon THE LAWYER lawyering in the court like a real bonafide Law Boy! The judge floats above the courtroom on a hovering chair. He’s about a trillion pounds and he looks like he smells like all the poop that he can’t reach that’s still stuck to him every time he has to go shit in the toilet. Which is probably every seven minutes.

This judge announces that he dismissed the jury because he will be issuing his own verdict, as is customary for any trial where the prosecution has failed to make a case. BEL SOLOMON OBJECTS!

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I will not be silenced by Jabba the Hut!

The judge kindly reminds him that he should dollop his objections over a spiked club and then fuck himself with it (my words), but Solomon needs to make his peace! And here it is: the defendant, Phillip Hollingsworth, sucks! He sucks, Your Honor. When he was arrested, he had about nine murder weapons on him and he was covered in about a gallon of other peoples’ blood. So bite me, Judge. Bite my butt! How’s this for “failed to make a case”? *grabs dick*

Bel Solomon also must point out that the Hollingsworths are rich, and they paid for almost all of the judge’s re-election costs. So suck it. Sir.

“We have asked you repeatedly to recuse yourself, sir. With all the respect I can muster…we ask again.” Solomon concludes. And this hovering whale-sized tub of jizz is like “yeah, w/e, moving on…anyone else want to speak up before I finish this and go grab another lunch?”

And yes, someone does: the victim. The man in the flashback, the one who discovered his dead family. He asks for mercy. And then he yells for mercy. And then he screams for mercy. And then he starts wankin’ it for mercy! “Mercy from the corrupt so I can sleep at night.” he yells, among other things. The judge yells to have this man thrown out of his courtroom, then he swings his gavel down and declares the defendant NOT GUILTY!

And Mr. Victim, who is being hurried away by a pair of guards, is somehow able to grab one of their guns and shoot them both in their legs. He wastes no moment of hesitation to gut the fatass with a crater-sized hole.

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With that out of the way, judge, NOW it looks like you’re ready to have a conversation!

The judge drops to the floor with a monstrous THUMP!

“JUSTICE!” yells the guy who just shot up a courtroom. He walks over to the judge and removes his weird facemask thing, puts it on, and saunters over to Hollingsworth. The defendant cowers in horror. “Didn’t you hear – weren’t you listenin’ – I’m now a free man. Not. Guilty.” he stammers unconvincingly. “You say that like it’s supposed to matter.” says the victim, and he blows his head off.

Lots of people losing their heads in this comic book series! In more ways than one.

From that day forward, no more judges. No more juries. Just lawmen. Rangers. Chuck Norris style. Shoot ‘em up, yeehaw.

When the rangers had finished with the judges, they turned on the politicians. No thieves, no liars, and no whores were left alive. Amen.

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I don’t know, I always make sure I have it with my keys and wallet.

So Bel Solomon and this guy who shot the judge, they’re buddies now. The weird demon tendril is still wrapped around Solomon’s neck, at least what’s left of it. But it’s still moving! And Judge-Killer helps unravel the sucker and throw it into a fire.

Bel needs this guy’s help to assassinate every single one of the Chosen. Baldy Pointy Nose, Lenny Kravitz, and especially that shithead Chamberlain! “They’re working to bring about the end of the world. They are twisted…evil… I want justice without mercy.” Solomon croaks. And this Judge-Killer, this Ranger, he tells Solomon that the Rangers all hung up their stars because they finished the job they set out to do in the first place. Plus, if they kept at it, then they would become that which they hate. PLUS, he is apt to point out, Solomon is one of the Chosen too. Nitwit.

And Solomon doesn’t have much to defend. It’s like cutting out of work early! It gets easier every time you do it. Eventually, you do it so often that you become a shell of your former self. I guess the point Solomon tries to make here is that, fuck you dude, just kill these bastards. Aight?

And this still-unnamed judge-killing Ranger dude, he agrees to do it. He owes Bel Solomon a favor or two anyway, you know, for all that lawyerin’ and standing up to Judge Fatty and all that.

“I owe you. So I want to promise you somethin’… When the time comes… I’ll kill you last.”

Final Thoughts

Shit’s getting better and better! I feel like there’s a connection between the Rangers and the way Death carries himself. There’s a similar “fuck the judges and the juries, I’M the judge and the jury” vibe. I wonder if it’ll mean anything later. AH WELL, I’ll probably forget that I even thought about that in about three seconds. Bye.

Sucky Funnies for March 20, 2022

I was surprised to see very few spring-themed comic strips today. I thought the Sunday Funnies would be all over that nonsense, reassuring their zealous devotees that the horrible weather cycle is indeed shifting. But no, only a few. Discontinued strip PreTeena even ran an old Christmas comic today! Read the room, bro.


One Big Happy

One Big Happy - March 20, 2022

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I always keep a wary eye on One Big Happy, since some of the time it’ll bloat up the panels with religious bullshit without even remembering to include a discernible punchline. I like it better when Ruthie rants and raves like a normal six-year-old brat.

Perhaps a strip like this serves to remind loyal readers and FOX News fans that an ambulance might be involved in helping someone who was mutilated and held captive in a basement for seven years, or maybe a cocaine-addled prepubescent youth who stole his/her dad’s Cadillac and plowed into a railing at 105 mph.

“And even if it’s someday who nobody loves, I know you love ’em,” says Ruthie. God has a whole planet of pity friends. Maybe if no one loves them, you done fucked up, God.


Baldo

Baldo - March 20, 2022

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Yes, very good joke on paper, but I’ve got problems with it! Does the logic of Baldo’s universe prevent characters from hearing the words when they speak to one another? Do they see what we see: giant white balloons with text within them in lieu of audible speech?

Because if not, then consider all holes fully poked.


Pearls Before Swine

Pearls Before Swine - March 20, 2022

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Whoops, once in a while a good comic sneaks in. These crocodiles have been trying to kill and eat the zebra for two decades with zero success, and I’m happily along for the ride no matter how long it’s gonna take!

Although I can never shake the feeling that there’s something incredibly racist behind the characterization and depiction of the crocodiles. The spear in today’s strip kind of clinched it for me, but I might be just some woke crybaby liberal dipshit! Nothing to see here.

Catwoman (Vol. 1), Issue #3

Catwoman (Vol. 1), Issue #3 – “Gothic Baptism”

* Part 3 of 4 of the Her Sister’s Keeper storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Catwoman (Vol. 1) Issue #3 – “Gothic Baptism”! And that title sounds like a Nick Cave song! In the previous installment, Selina starts Catwomaning around town, stealing jewels and scratching up pimps. As Catwoman, she encounters Sister Magdalene and they catch up for, like, six seconds.

Later, Magdalene disappears, and both Det. Flannery and Selina blame themselves for her disappearance. Selina’s hunch is that Stan is involved and attempts to look for him. Stan is indeed keeping Magdalene hostage in some unknown location.

And even God knows that Selina ain’t much of a praying woman these days, but she prays that Magdalene is alive and ok.

WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB! Sorry. Had to break the tension.


Catwoman (Vol. 1), Issue #3 [April, 1989]
Written by: Mindy Newell
“Gothic Baptism”

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A perfectly normal person is rare in our civilization.” – Karen Horney.

lmao, “Karen Horney”.

Our favorite Pale Pimp has returned home with a bag of groceries. “Honey, I’m home — whas for dinner? I’m starved,” he says to the nun tied to a chair in a large, empty, shitty apartment. Stan thinks he cute, chiding the nun about not keeping the house clean or cooking while his man is out earning the bread.

“Firs’ you be prayin all t’ time, now you don’ say not’ing. Can’ you talk normal? Damn tight-lipped nun — talk to me!!” Stan drawls, unable to talk normally himself. Less normal than usual, actually!

Don’t you worry, Magdalene Magoo! “The Woman Whom Is a Cat”, as she likes to be called, is prowling the mean streets of Gotham solving crimes! And by “solving crimes” I actually might mean “doing crimes”. I get those two mixed up all the time!

Catwoman sneakily breaks into a rich lady’s house. The rich lady is in the middle of having a lavish rich-lady bubble bath. The lights go out, and Catwoman approaches the wet, naked woman.

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Please… just… you’re creeping me out.

The rich lady is actually a call girl for one Councilman Crowly. She used to be one of Stan’s girls until Crowly set her up in this…uh, bubble bath. Catwoman hisses and snarls and forces Stan’s location out of her, which is weird because I would think Selina Kyle would have a better idea of Stan’s whereabouts than this woman who probably hasn’t seen Stan in weeks! Catwoman is satisfied with the information she gets. “Councilman Crowly has good taste. At least in jewels. Tell no one I was here.” Catwoman gets a snap in, steals some goods, and fucks off. The woman is shaken but at least there are still some bubbles covering her nipples!

Meanwhile, a shadowy Bat-shaped Man stalks Stan’s (now empty) apartment! Perhaps this Bat-shaped Man-shaped shadow caught wind of a missing nun? Perhaps a series of clues brought him to this particular apartment? He spies a cufflink on the floor and recognizes it, but from whence?! Ah! He remembers, vaguely, when a fucking pimp tried to slice and dice him on the street the other day. I suppose you don’t forget a thing like that, huh? The pimp had these shitty gold cufflinks on his sleeves. Perhaps the pimp is the key! Yes, yes. Find the pimp, find the nun. It all makes sense now. This pimp must have had a reason to kidnap a nun! Yes, pimps and their reasons… it’ll all come together. Oh indeed.

Back at La Casa de Selina y Holly, the phone rings and Holly answers. She thinks it’s Selina, but then some gross pimp voice comes through instead. “You still livin wit tha bitch, Sweet Chunks? I’m real disappointed in you Sugar Britches.” Bleh, this melted candle-looking motherfucker is getting on my nerves. I hope he gets hella murdered real soon.

Stan asks to talk to Selina, which is dumb because Holly answered the phone thinking it was Selina calling, so obviously she’s not there. Maybe this pimp didn’t graduate high school! Not sure! Holly tells him Selina is mad at him and doesn’t want to talk to him anyway.

Outside in a van, Detective Flannery and his partner who I forget the name of…uh..Smingers. They’re tapping the call, and lucky for them, Selina’s home and on her way upstairs to the apartment. They hear Selina ask Holly who’s on the phone, and when Holly’s a little brat about it, Selina grabs the phone and starts talking to Gotham’s Finest Pimp.

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“An’ I says here, I says, lookin’ here bitch you dumb skank-ass l’il… gonna hav’ta wake yo-self up pret…jus’ done gon fuckin’ fuck you up damn skan-..skank-ass…zzzzzzz”

Stan the Smelly Pimp starts telling Selina about a nun walking the street looking for her sister. “And people, they sayin’ how this nun, she look like one of Stan’s.” And he keeps on talking, implicating himself further and further over the phone like someone with a negative amount of street sense for his line of work. Selina gets madder and madder, but she’s very vague about her anger. She says stuff like “I can smell your sweat, Stan, making me sick.” and “I’m right behind you now, Pimp. I’m ripping through your yellow spine.” which, in 1989, is hard to sound too threatening with landlines. Stan is starting to get nervous anyway, so he hangs up.

Flannery and Smingers are completely dumbfounded by what they heard; they can’t believe this pimp got scared and hung up the phone! Flannery already knows that she’s Catwoman, he knows what to expect.

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Damnit, Selina. I miss my real mother. I’d take a crackwhore over you any day. At least she was home all the time.

Selina squeezes herself into her Catwoman latex and prepares to leave again, much to Holly’s surprise, since she just fucking got back. Holly protests and gives Selina two reasons to take pause: 1) Holly’s been hearing mutterings on the street about a cat lady prowling the night and breaking into Councilman Crowly’s place, and 2) Stan might be setting her up, so don’t make it easy for him. She listens to both of these points and removes the costume.

Flannery and Whozits traced Stan’s call to a downtown phone booth. Selina walks out of the apartment building as Selina-in-a-Coat-That-Looks-Like-a-Robe and the cops pounce. She tells them to go eat shit. Flannery grabs her arm and tells her they’re going downtown, which is illegal but I’m no lawyer!

In an interrogation room, Selina is uncooperative and annoyed. Flannery gets down close, reeeeeaal close-like to her ear, and whispers “I don’t really care if you and the nun are sisters or not, but I do care about civilians getting in the way of personal vendettas.” I’m sure he meant “in the way with personal vendettas”, because that sounds more obnoxious and it also better addresses that Flannery himself isn’t working out a personal vendetta. Or is he? I don’t know, I’m thinking too hard about this.

Selina blurts out that Magdalene shouldn’t have been running around the streets in the first place. Flannery wants this shit to end, so either Selina helps her or doesn’t. However, she owes him for the Ted Grant hookup. So nyah. She pretends she doesn’t know who that is and asks if she’s free to go. Flannery lets her leave, but he gets a bunch of cops on her tail as she walks the streets again.

She spends about three pages doing mundane activities like walking around and buying groceries before two cops realize that she’s playing games with them.

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YOOO HOOOOOOO!!

So these pieces of shit leave the car and start chasing her on foot. She rounds a corner and loses them. The cops think she may have scurried up a fire escape somewhere, but all they hear in the alley is the sound of a “big hissing cat”.

Meanwhile, at Stan’s House of Pimpcakes, Sister Magdalene is being fed a plate of red sauce (?) with a spoon. She asks if she can feed herself and Stan shrieks “NO!”. And then “Shee– there I go, losin’ my temper ‘gain.” I laughed pretty hard at this! I don’t think it’s supposed to be funny though!

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Don’t worry, darlin’. I ain’t nothin’ to be scared of. I just ooze sin, debauchery, wickedness, and strange fluids.

Next thing that happens, out of nowhere, Stan throws the plate against the wall and starts sobbing to her. He’s crying these big, oily, pimp tears while begging on his knees for forgiveness.

Magdalene forgives him perfunctorily, which Stan accepted with snarling pimp grace. “You a modern saint, sist’r. We goin’ for a climb.”

And a climbin’ they go! “You open the door to purgatory fo’ me.” Pimpilicious tells Magdalene as they move along some rafters near the ceiling of whatever theater or movie studio or gymnasium or circus tent that they are apparently in right now. Oh yeah, it’s the Bruzinsky’s Theatre. That’s where the naked bath lady told Catwoman he might be. Stan’s slurring through some nonsense about souls and pearly gates and “promisin’ paradise” and he’s clearly turned on in some weird, creepy, pimp way.

He doesn’t get to talk much. Catwoman is waiting for them perched on some railing ready to claw and hiss and bite and shit and play with some yarn! Stan the Pimp, or Stimp, gets furious and yells “I told you– she don’ give a damn ‘bout anyone but herself.” while throwing Magdalene over the railing. Catwoman growls and leaps!

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Another day, another nun in distress.

Magdalene isn’t dead, as Catwoman assumes while she starts pimp-slappin’ her own pimp! Stop pimp-slappin’ yourself, she probably thinks! No, Magdalene is very much still alive and hanging on desperately.

Catwoman is preoccupied with pimp-wrasslin’ while Magdalene whispers prayers. Stimpy backs off and starts trying to explain himself, and I’m tired of transcribing his pimp-talk so there will be no more of that! He tries to say that he’s not to blame for Sister Magdalene’s disappearance. She came to him! She got herself in trouble! He didn’t go looking for her! Absolved of responsibility for any act-of-pimp that may befall our wandering nun.

Even though Magdalene is three itchy fingers away from falling 20 feet, even though Stimpy pulls out his pocket knife, Catwoman takes the time to listen to what this pungent pimp has to say. He talks about how the nun wants to “play a game”, the kind of game he and Selina play all the time. Stan says he told the nun no, but the nun insisted. Catwoman tries to seduce him by telling him that they don’t need her to have fun. Magdalene is hanging below them, and she’s starting to get pretty impatient with all this. Just fart on the pimp and run. Throw a brick at his head! This is taking forever!

Finally, after an endless amount of verbal footsy, Catwoman whips her cat o’ nine tails out and knocks the knife out of Stan’s hand. After giving him a single, delicate scratch on the cheek, and no further restraining whatsoever, she yells at Magdalene to hurry up before he gets up and takes the less than three steps it would take to stop them.

And wouldn’t ya know it?! Stan the Able-Bodied Yet Syphilis-Riddled Extravaganza of a Motherfuckin’ Pimp gets up and tries to crush Magdalene’s fingers with his shoe. Before Catwoman can stop him, Magdalene lets go and starts falling. Catwoman knocks Stan over the rail as she runs to catch Magdalene before it’s too late.

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You think Michael Keaton could do this? That woman would be dead.

But it definitely is too late. They both fall.

Stan hits the floor head first. That sucka all kinds of deceased.

Magdalene doesn’t die. She doesn’t even get hurt. What happens to her is…well, you see. Do I gotta spell it out, son?!

Catwoman slowly realizes that her sister is not creamed on the floor. She and Batman meet her up on the scaffolding. She pretends she’s not pleased, kind of huffs at them, actually. She looks to Batman: “You saved her.” She looks to Magdalene: “But some people deserve to die.”

Magdalene looks horrified at what Catwoman is saying, who continues to take credit for Stan’s pimpdeath with an air of forced immoralism. “You’re not God — You can’t decide who lives, who dies.” Magdalene scolds the costumed lady, but The Cat retorts with “And I suppose you would raise him from the dead if you could. After all that’s happened, you still would, wouldn’t you — Unbelievable.” and she leaps out a window.

Batman asks Magdalene who’s fuckin’ side this broad is on. “Like you. Her own.” she says icily.

“I need answers, Sister. I need to know the truth.”

Final Thoughts

And like Fox Mulder after him, Batman ain’t gonna learn the truth. Hell no! Oooh, are there any alien invasion storylines in the Batman universe? Not counting that wack ass Superman?

Too bad that Stan the Stinky Pimp had to die, he was the greatest character in the entire history of comics by a really long shot! Oh well!

This Catwoman limited series ends with the next issue. Does Batman get his answers? Probably not. Do Batman and Catwoman ever get their bone on? That’s a question I’D like answered!