write about comics again, I rather not practiced lately. Like the writing on the blog in general. The reason is prosaic - absorbed the second volume of Torpedo, and I want everyone once again recommend this series. Maybe someone missed, there is always a chance to catch up.
abulia cycle and a chart-topping Bernet noir, but instead wygadanego detective who behaves like a geek but has a golden heart, we have a guy on the other side of the barricade. The title is a vengeful gangster Torpedo which is just as happy pounding the sands which reaches for a gun. There is no job for him which would not have taken. There is a woman would not resist him - a pair of blows in the face usually does the trick. The only person to whom allegiance is to himself. In a word - Torpedo is a bastard, bastard, and sadist. Okay, three words, but such was the charm of this character.
Paradoskalnie spell series consists largely of a negative character, from the perspective of the United States is watching the day of the Great Depression. That bastard, but clever and smart. Anyone knows how to translate our language 'streetwise'? Because the guy's life in the underworld has mastered to perfection. Maybe it is not very eloquent and mutilates the language is not always volatile, the cad, but woe to those who stepped type on any toes.
Torpedo as a negative character is an interesting bonus for light, fun reading the stories, humor and fundamental strokes. Every fan of Sin City should be on a reach, because of Miller in the layer fabulaarnej mieliśy usually deal only with pretexts to play a formal, compositional, combining with the cropping. Torpedo (this time a comic book, not the hero) is devoid of postmodern madness, but the stories, usually 8-page, have their charm. Draw. In addition, rules in this series of major, classic line.
short at the end, I sincerely recommend. Torpedo is one of the best series currently on our outgoing market (which can be confirmed at least once a prize captured by him in Angouleme). Just good entertainment (though nieobrażający intelligence) comic book, after which we reach, and how he likes those klilmaty is quite proper. Once again, I sincerely recommend.
love for DJ Shadow's first album. Entroducing a championship, then it was well, Bombay the Hard Way, for example, has an unearthly beauty. Then came Outsider, and it turned out that after zajebistym bass intro followed by oily blackish enthusiasts for the podpimpowanymi baunsu wożących brykami. At the concert I went to Gdansk mixed feelings, given a little sleepy-rough Bujaków interleaved bit thick though for different musically sensitive. Well, Shadow took me by surprise.
First beforek in Buff. Do I visit the 3mieście often, but it's my place # 1 Because the only fun I know. How not to bare Tits live, it gets to the niewyżytego bartender who has the pressure to mix drinks. I mixed horny. Diversely. Very tasty, not reluctantly tropical frutów. I count myself as improvised sky in her mouth 10 boar. Great szacuneczek, I go back there and I looked out this man. Ok, at 22 with a hook, or the Shadow an hour the second half of the hook, the time zalukać what happens.
OK, Centre for the Gdansk Shipyard. Postindustrial hall, as usual, Dennie positioned VIP-sector (see shit, probably an average of the pillars also can be heard, sometimes it is not to be a VIP), with a deck near the cap is mixed. Confused, mixed up, zero obciachu, but no revelations. At the end of pokrzyczał that DJ Shadow is a fucking guy, he wiped a towel, and before I could say 'no it probably will not throw in the audience ...' did exactly that. Probably not hit the fan, because nobody in the wet rag is not cast. Maybe not arrived. It's hard.
20 minutes of silence, TECHNICAL regulating visuals. And seemed to be strange. Large screen, and before him a large white ball, I know the diameter, 3-4 meters? With two projectors, the ball was flying image of dreamy visual inspection. Then, write a number of minutes after midnight in the dark Shadow climbed to the ball, and began to show. And a little dumb.
expecting bujających czilałtów at which the Shadow Live poskreczuje. That will be known material + some games. None of these things. Mr. Star has put on niealbumowe mixes his own works, going in the direction of lively electronics. Something like in all those antique vinyl dobrzegał suddenly mid-'90s, the Aphex, Squarepusher, D'N'B different schools. And it was fun. And hard. There were also cuts in store for the new album, fall out a lot better than the cross Outsider. The crowd responded enthusiastically, OBK near me was all the time in an ecstatic trance (no, it was not drugs, keep in touch with reality), and when they got all the authority Donnor pierdolca. Twenty hour show, Shadow thanked for super acceptance in a country that previously did not play, get off, applause, back, and later write a number of minutes of jumping at the broken bits. Zero conservatism or conservative approach to his own work. Six Days began relatively normally just to become kulkuminutowym pass through a particular species drumów. Oh, I forgot. Scratching it was.
visuals were a separate issue. Good tailor, interspersed with views of the digital camera from inside the sphere, independent of the large video screen, and for which he was sitting Baniak Shadow. And the use of patents that were really delicious and surprising, like a ball covered with Visualization of spinning metal sphere, while gdy w tle wirowały fabryczne robocie ramiona ze spawarką, ryjące po kuli, która opkrywa się jasnymi smugami, by w końcu pokryć się innym wzorem. Oczywiście Shadow nie siedział za parawanem cały czas, w trakcie odwrócono kulę, i ukazało się wycięcie z autorem zamieszania za deckami. Publika, podest, facio w kuli gurujący nad uchachanym tłumem. God is a DJ. DJ is a God.
Koncert sponiewierał mnie wewnętrznie od pozytywnej energii przesuwającej się po gdyńskiej hali w obu kierunkach. Shadow zaskoczył innymi wersjami własnych kawałków i zacięciem do drumów, a jego wizualizacje to czyste mistrzostwo. Kto nie był, the trumpet. Gravity. Was not without glitches, such as drunk drecholstwo throwing sideways glance mistaken, who wanted to be pogować Shadow. Pig terrible. Similarly fucki goes to cattle, which shifts the stage saying, 'I'm sorry, I just want to go', and then reacts to stand on the kindness of the center of the view. That's not someone else. That's not on. The biggest fucki while for station, which does not give advice or the transport to the north or south of the country. And on the Central, and the main sections in Gdansk Dantesque scene, and the people rejoiced that they were able the press and drive to the rack. I omit what has happened on more stations. Maybe this tactic, designed to encourage people to buy more expensive tickets with prepaid Seat. As such, I will choose the next trip flights. Shingle in Railways.
But there is some hope for me. I'm not allergic to the publishing culture of Wrath. Probably even I am not so old as I feel. Just the first three items from the last series I did not approach (or I'm allergic to native fetuses). Without much expectation reached for imperfections, awaiting further Ghost World (on hipsterskie pitolenie I'm almost as sensitive as the philosophy of the rat), and here a surprise. Late bat I wanted to suck a chapter, after a while it turned out that I'm in the middle, and a moment later, I was reading. I was approached, though I do not like obyczajówek.
Tomin in a light, unpretentious and genuine way talks about human feelings, misunderstanding, the collapse of the compounds, the formation of other ethnicity, sex, problems with the work - or simply about life. Without moralizing, without nadymania up, but with a feeling and a fabulous sense of observation of human behavior. Maybe I'm not from the Asian point of fixation on the female Caucasians, waiting for a break in relation to the pofikać, but it was hard not to identify with Ben. Finally, I am also marudnym dick. Also passed an ordinary conversation the darling of the heart leading to senseless quarrel about crap. Also understand the fear of change, and consistent attempt to derive the simple relation doomed to a sad finale. Like all. Life. Simply.
imperfections have not done better my life. Not experienced catharsis. Not threw me. But it's a good comic book work, interesting (though so simple) story, well told and the famously drawn czyściutką Krech and precise. This story somehow spoke to me on a personal level, and I have a feeling (among lines) that can not appreciate her a bit, but certainly to her and so I come back.
My recommended. The mark of quality.
In the script, I forgot: one point for a few frames from the tie rod. This view always makes me well regardless of the form and circumstances
And fewer and fewer comics Polish Jaraj me see. Only a groan and complained. Rarely jaram. I groan that it's not what I used to think that Miller that Thorgal and stuff. You can put me in a display case, and laugh at me. What does not change the fact that I took the workshop premiere of Polish Culture of Wrath. Sucked. Strafiłem. And nothing. I do not feel richer or a little bit internally, but I feel a bit of time that I fled. Others are more or less Jaraj. And I whined. Here's why.
Captain Sheer - somehow I never really liked this series. Jednoplanszowy format cause that before tuned to brainwave szczutów not saying anything, but talk about everything, the board ended. What have I to offer a full volume? The same, except that the parędziesiąt pages. I fully agree with the peer review Trout with Komiksomanii - rather than intellectual depth are the shallows. Since I want to put just bloated parabola that rats with the contents of the considerations is how to deal with this and in the course of the book, or sea travel. Slide on top. I feel like I sneaked spike with Rob. Making the board along the lines of jumbled puzzle is not something for me nothing more than a formal game that a lot does not carry. Similarly, the board of the labyrinth. On the other hand, what zawiewa pretentious, alternating with high school emo (my heart is empty, and no one is honestly not smiling, Oh, where are my razors?). Estimate for the spike for kresję, because the dude is a firecracker in the paw, as a firecracker poćwiczy skill will grow to the size of dynamite. Well, the second estimate for the gallery. For the galley slaves.
seven weeks - just like before, but instead of metaphorical zamęczonego rats that embody the modern man (lol) we have simply tortured man's. Which is struggling with family, work colleagues, psychotherapist himself. Again, such a little emo, sometimes pretentious, but that if the subjects closer to reality and life experience for samoudręczenia beyond what can be bought in high school. The whole, however, any such ... KRLowa. But without the claw. Home 50th is Kaerelek in pure form, but with a worse płentą. Again - respect for the drawing, so somehow I trondheimowym Alieenem podśmiardujący.
Family Values \u200b\u200b# 4 - that is, at the end of Herring dociągnął the end of his Simpsons. He wanted to generate such a series, succeeded, yet somehow did not hit me. I prefer estate, will Swiftly Drawn , and that I somehow did not this one. Well, hm. Well, not done much. I finał mi tak też jeszcze mniej robi, bo zdążyłem zapomnieć o co cho. Śledź to klasa, poniżej poziomu pewnego nie schodzi, ale zdaża mu się wchodzić na dużo wyższy niż tu. Swoją drogą czwarty zeszyt to najmocniejszy akcent całej serii - czarno-białe dynamiczne kadry catfighta z finału. Ta konwencja robi mi dobrze. Łudzę się nadzieją że Śledziowi kiedyś się zachce, i wydusi w końcu Parisha . To by mnie jarało dużo bardziej niż pseudostereotypowa rodzinna i Pan Dżej. A - drugi mocny akcent to plakat-zapowiedź spinoffa Tucholskiego Patrolu. Liczę na to że kiedyś coś z tego wyniknie, I trzecioplanowe Forestry dumb for me were the strongest accent of the series. Zabawniejszym than pseudostereotypowa family. More interesting than Mr. J.
I'm old. Bile flows. I groan and complained. Linger. Nothing I did not like. I promise the next entry in the parade to complain about gays, lesbians and feminists (heterosexual, of course).
write about comics again, I rather not practiced lately. Like the writing on the blog in general. The reason is prosaic - absorbed the second volume of Torpedo, and I want everyone once again recommend this series. Maybe someone missed, there is always a chance to catch up. 
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