DOES THE MAN REALLY NEED AN INTRODUCTION? PROBABLY NOT. WOULD HE BE UPSET IF WE DIDN'T GIVE HIM ONE? PROBABLY. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN (BUT MOSTLY LADIES), MR. RON JEREMY.
Ron: Hello there.
Wayne: Hey. How’s it going?
R: Good.
W: Good. Just so you know, I’m taping this.
R: I want you to.
W: Good. By law, we’ve got to tell people that.
R: That’s fine.

In 1982, Marvel Comics launched an offshoot line of creator-owned properties named Epic Comics. The first Epic book was Dreadstar by Jim Starlin. The entire line was overseen by the late (and truly missed) Archie Goodwin. Goodwin thought Epic was a place that successful \"name\" comic book creators could come and produce new material that they would own wholly, or use established Marvel characters in situations that they could not do in the \"regular\" Marvel Universe.

In the military, there are special divisions of elite soldiers. They are the best of the best, unknown to all but a few. These are small units that have the skills to pull off the most daring missions; each member a specialist, and each team a well-oiled machine.
In the music world, there are only a handful of bands that you could put in that same category. Each member a virtuoso on the musical weapon of choice. A band able to stop and start on a dime; note-for-note recreation, and expansions of their compositions. They are rarities, practically extinct in the sloppy world of music.

THIS MONTH: GUNGRAVE
Player One: Das Bork

If Rjd2’s debut LP, Deadringer, is the most delicious cheeseburger your ears have ever eaten, then The Horror is that same damn cheeseburger, only now it\'s topped with bacon. As we all know, bacon is that little something different that keeps the delicious going. And The Horror is just that: a different kind of delicious.

With all these superhero movies coming out of Hollywood’s crusty bowels, I think it’s high time I got one of my own. We could call it Beer Squad. Basically, it’d be a movie about me, and the team of superheros I lead. We would do lots of awesome things, like fight police brutality, oppressive governmental regimes, and the tyranny of corporate assimilation from overtaking the native charms of our respective birth places (think Project: Mayhem from Fight Club). We would also be funny little bastards, who sometimes find it necessary to let loose and have a good time.

Chowing down on BLTs and apples, tastes like chicken’s Vinnie Baggadonuts and Stella Rivet sat down and recorded themselves listening to the forthcoming compilation, Yes New York. What follows is the transcription.
1. The Strokes - \"New York City Cops\" (live in Iceland)
Stella: I can’t be objective about this one because I like it. I just love the chorus.
Vinnie: I think I have to like it, just because it sounds like everything Iggy Pop & the Stooges ever recorded.
2. Radio 4 - \"Save Your City\"
V: Dear Christ! This is terrible!

Take heed, young mind-expanders: Sgt. Pepper has been resurrected. Or rebuilt, depending on how you look at it. I mean, his psychedelic spirit’s there, but it’s communicating through a Voltron-like assembly of young, musical robo-cats: The Flaming Lips, The Beach Boys, and a laboratorically-assembled new-wave Franken-band. No joke.