Channel Static’s Films of 2018


A bunch of movies from 2018 I thought were kinda alright.

10. Spider-man Into The Spiderverse

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Channel Static’s Albums of 2018

In 2018 between gigs, and there were a lot of gigs, sometimes I listened to new albums too. These are the ones which followed me home.

10. Beach House – 7

Album number seven, and finally those Beach House dreams have become lucid, you may as well be living them. Allowing the fuzz the duo once hid their voices behind to clear, those words, of pretty happy accidents, and fake eyelashes, no longer drown under a muggy sea of synths. Every word has a chance to make poetic sense.  Even on L’Inconnue when they start singing in French, because I too sometimes dream that way.

For your ears: Black Car

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Channel Static’s Games of 2018

Another year of treating the past like today.

10. Super Chariot

The cutest coffin dragging game of them all, Super Chariot, is a game which makes and breaks the strongest of friendships. Two loyal suckers are tasked with aiding a grumpy dead king through colourful chasms in hopes of finding a grand enough grave so he’ll shut up for eternity. This involves each player attaching ropes to a chariot, then utilising physics to ensure it gets where it needs to. Counter-operative tug of war ensues. Continue reading

Channel Static’s 2018 Movie Shit List

A couple of years ago I let my music, movies, and everything else that isn’t bad poetry writing escape into their own domains.,,,, …But I’m bored with all that now, so much to-ing and fro-ing for what?, and so here we are. When life doesn’t turn out the way you expect, you can always return home. Until you can’t, but that’s the small print, you can ignore it.

Now all in one place, let us begin with five movies from 2018 which made me into the man I am today.

5. Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again

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I Found A Note In My Porridge

I found a note in my porridge.

Most (every) morning I start the day with a bowl of Quaker’s Oats porridge. I use one sachet to ensure I’m not being overindulgent, and it keeps me going till lunch.

A note fell out of the last sachet I tore open, like those toys used to do in cereal boxes. I felt it was merely excessive packaging, a manufacturing fault. But then I turned it over.

”Does this make you happy?”
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