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At least 77 million millionaires thanks to cannabis
Recreational cannabis is not legal yet, but many Canadians are taking advantage of it to make a fortune. At least 77 of them have accumulated millions of dollars in just a few months thanks to their investments in the industry, according to data compiled by our Investigation Bureau. "I knew the pot was a good investment, but no one in the community thought it would pay so much," says Chuck Rifici, head of the Cannabis Wheaton investment fund and former chief financial officer of the Liberal Party of Canada. (PLC). At 43, the one who is described as the "pot godfather" in Canada sits on a personal fortune that he himself estimates to "more than 100 million", including $ 47.7 million in potato producer shares , according to public financial documents. He owns a Ferrari 458 red and a Tesla S. It all started with a first investment of $ 70 in shares in his company Tweed, a pot producer (now Canopy Growth). "I thought I was rich when I made my first $ 500,000," jokes the Ottawa businessman. Mr. Rifici said today that he continues to work only "for pleasure". "It's a lot less stressful." Big risks On the other side of the Ottawa River in Gatineau, Sébastien St-Louis, 34, has a fortune of $ 15.4 million. His company founded in 2013, Hydropothecary, is valued at $ 660 million on the stock market. The path to get there was not easy. "I almost went broke at least four times. My credit card was used up to $ 30,000. Stories like that of Rifici and Saint-Louis, who have become millionaires before even a single gram of recreational pot is sold legally, are in the dozens of industries. Establishing the list of Millionaire Canadians in the pot helps to make the following observations: The vast majority, 58% (45 out of 77), are from Ontario. Only 4 come from Quebec (5%). Out of 77 millionaires, there are only three women. Wealth is extremely concentrated Speculative bubble ? The stock market value of pot companies exploded last year as a result of Trudeau government announcements on the upcoming legalization in 2018. New Brunswicker Denis Arsenault bought a medical cannabis producer in 2014 for $ 1.7 million. Its acquisition, the company Organigram, is worth half a billion dollars today. "It was like going to the casino when I invested in it, at first," he laughs. Although Canadians are still divided over the legalization of cannabis and the banks are very reluctant to invest in this industry, investors are now jostling to the gates to the point where there is fear of a speculative bubble. According to several experts, the current frenzy is similar to the tech bubble in the late 1990s, because they are extremely volatile. "There are companies that are not in cannabis, just saying that they are interested in the industry and boom, their shares are tripling," says portfolio management analyst Ken Lester, president of Lester Asset Management.
With the collaboration of Marie-Christine Trottier and Andrea Valeria
They roll on gold thanks to their investments in the pot THE GODFATHER OF THE POT PHOTO ANNABELLE BLAIS Chuck Rifici has inherited the nickname "godfather" of the pot industry. And for good reason, this 43-year-old Franco-Ontarian estimates his fortune to more than $ 100 million (including at least $ 47.7 million in shares of pot producers, according to public financial documents). He has two characteristics common to many millionaires in this industry: he is an entrepreneur and he has political connections, particularly with the Liberal Party of Canada (PLC). In 2013, Mr. Rifici co-founded Tweed, now Canopy Growth, Canada's largest pot company. Since 2017, he has been CEO of Cannabis Wheaton, an investment firm in pot companies, including producers or manufacturers of accessories. Wheaton has about fifteen partnerships, a huge spider web. Two ex of the PLC In parallel, the businessman was also CFO of the PLC from 2011 to 2016. "Being treasurer of the PLC, it gives credibility when you meet investors for pot," he says. Wheaton's vice president of external affairs, Sarah Bain, was also vice president of communications for the LPC from 2010 to 2013. Mr. Rifici even believes that the controversy provoked by this situation has helped him to talk about his businesses. "All press is good press," he says. But this has exacerbated tensions between him and his partner Bruce Linton and Rifici left Tweed in 2014 (see other text). He is now investing mainly in accessories such as vape. "I believe the future of this industry will be in these value-added products," he says. It's important to have a distribution and production network, but in a Starbuck coffee, it's not the coffee bean that pays the most, "he says. THE SOCIALIST IN JAGUAR PIERRE-PAUL POULIN PICTURES Wearing a three-piece suit and cell phone in hand, Bruce Linton, CEO of Canopy Growth, is the image of the successful businessman. "Because I sell cannabis, people always expect to see a guy in a faded T-shirt," he jokes. Mr. Linton now heads one of the largest cannabis producers in Canada. He first founded Tweed in 2013 (then joined Canopy Growth) with Chuck Rifici, former CFO of the Liberal Party of Canada. When asked why there are so many Liberals in the industry, he replies, "I do not know why there are a lot of Liberals in the industry. I'm not. You know what I am? I am a socialist who likes to ride in Jaguar. " And he has the means to pay for luxury cars. On paper, Mr. Linton's fortune is valued at more than $ 67 million. Potty drink In five years, Canopy Growth has acquired 13 cannabis production sites in eight Canadian provinces, including two in Quebec. The company has also developed partnerships to export or cultivate with Australia, Brazil, Germany, Jamaica, Denmark and Chile. Bruce Linton does not want to stop there. He has a clear vision for the future: to sell a cannabis drink. Canopy has signed an agreement this fall with Constellation, which sells Corona beers. Linton is already following in the footsteps of Seagram distiller Bronfman family, who made a fortune with alcohol at the end of the prohibition. "I want to provide a bottle-like format with 12-13% that produces effects after 7 minutes," he says. This is the socially accepted way to be impaired. " NOT YET MILLIONAIRES, BUT ALMOST MARTIN ALARIE PHOTO Quebecker Philippe Depault is not yet a millionaire of the pot, but he is about to succeed. The 26-year-old entrepreneur (left) and his partner Alexandre Lalancette, 23 years old (right) have just sold their cannabis accessories business, Maïtri, for $ 550,000 in addition to an amount of up to 1.2 M $ to be paid to the performance. Pretty surprising when we know that Maïtri made his first sale in July 2017 only. Mr. Depault was a cyclist with the Canadian team dreaming of the Olympics until fibromyalgia changed his life in 2013. No medicine was able to relieve him, except cannabis. He then gave himself the mission to fight against the stigmatization of consumers. Soon more Quebeckers? The chemical engineering student started by blogging in the summer of 2016. Then in March 2017, he joined Mr. Lalancette to create neatly designed cannabis accessories with Quebec materials. "Cannabis is still associated with stoners ," he says. But around me, almost everyone uses cannabis, either once a day or once a year. They are engineers, doctors, lawyers. It was to this clientele that he wanted to address himself. An investor has injected from $ 30,000 to $ 100,000, says Mr. Depault. And in July, the company was about to open a round of financing when Hiku, which owns the DOJA pot producer, made an offer to buy. The agreement was concluded in February. Mr. Depault hopes to see more Quebeckers in the industry. "We start to feel the wave. " A QUEBECER WHO SEES BIG PHOTO ANNABELLE BLAIS When Sébastien St-Louis was younger, his idol was not a hockey player, but Alain Bouchard, the founder of Couche-Tard. "It's the biggest company in terms of sales in Canada and it [Mr. Bouchard] started with only one store in Quebec. I recognize myself a lot in this story, "he says. The 34-year-old is describing himself as an entrepreneur who seized the business opportunity of medical cannabis in 2013. His firm, Hydropothecary, based in Gatineau, is the first licensed pot producer in Quebec. Recently, the company won an agreement to supply 22,000 kg to the Quebec Cannabis Company, the SAQ subsidiary that will market the substance. With a market capitalization of $ 660,000 million for Hydropothecary, Sébastien St-Louis is sitting on a fortune of more than $ 15.4 million. But this son of teacher parents has not changed his lifestyle so much, except that he travels more. "I drove in Grand Am for 12 years. I changed to a 2012 Acura, he says. A Ferrari is not my style. " Thanks to the family It must be said that the path of the producer was fraught with difficulties and that the bankruptcy was avoided more than once. At 16, he already had his own 3D simulation company and he was investing in real estate. With a master's degree in finance from the Université du Québec à Montréal, he later worked at the Business Development Bank of Canada. In June 2013, at age 29, his friend Maxime Cyr, who worked for Health Canada, told him that the federal government would allow private producers to sell medical cannabis. Sébastien St-Louis had never seen a pot plant before, but he smelled the potential. He embarked on the project his brother-in-law Adam Miron, a political enthusiast who became involved with the Liberal Party of Canada until 2009. Unable to get finance from the banks, the two men appealed to friends and family for a first round of private funding in 2013. "With $ 10,000, we could put $ 1.5 million," he said. His parents even mortgaged their home to invest $ 100,000. "If it did not work, I went bankrupt and lost my house, but there was no longer a couch of friends I could have slept on because I would have lost money to all those I knew, "he says. Light appeared at the end of the tunnel when Health Canada authorized the company to sell medical pot in 2015. Big names on the board In 2016, he approached large families in Quebec looking for partners. Vincent Chiara, a Montreal businessman close to the Saputo family, has agreed to invest several millions in the adventure. He currently sits on the Board and his fortune in the company is valued at $ 25.5 million. Sébastien St-Louis is also very proud to say that Nathalie Bourque, who serves on Couche-Tard's Board of Directors, has joined Hydropothecary's board since the fall. The convenience store chain has already announced that it wants to sell marijuana. The boss of Hydropothecary believes that in the near future, there will remain only two or three companies that will be multinational cannabis. "I intend to be a leader from our platform in Quebec," he says. MUSIC AND POT FOR THE TRAGICALLY HIP PHOTO COURTESY DAVID BASTEDO Music and cannabis have always been closely linked. Newstrike understands it. For almost a year now, the company that markets Up Cannabis, a pot producer in Ontario, has developed a partnership with The Tragically Hip. The Canadian rock band is a shareholder in the company and is involved in important marketing decisions. Their managers, Bernie Breen and Patrick Sambrook, also sit on the company's advisory board. Up Cannabis can, for example, use the band's songs to promote its products or to name its pot varieties. It is worth $ 20.9 million "We've approached them because they can help us create a brand and they represent Canada," says Jay Wilgar, CEO of Newstrike. The latter made a fortune with a wind energy start-up he founded in the early 2000s and sold it to the French multinational GDF Suez in 2010. In 2013, he launched into cannabis by investing 1.5 million with a partner. Mr. Wilgar is worth about $ 20.9 million today. The Hips' fortune in the business is at least $ 2.2 million "We did not expect such a large and fast growth in the last year, it's amazing," he says. The strategy of Up Cannabis is to address Mr. Mrs. Everybody, like the Hips. The company will focus on the recreational and has no medical patient. MORE PROFITABLE THAN CUCUMBERS PHOTO COURTESY APHRIA For John Cervini, growing cannabis was a natural extension of his vegetable growing career in Ontario. "I am the fourth generation of farmers. For 23 years, I ran the family business with my brother, "he says. The company was growing well, but John preferred to leave because the two brothers had different visions. His friend Cole Cacciavillani, an industrial engineer in agriculture, told him about cannabis in August 2013. The company, Aphria, is one of six producers who signed an agreement to supply Quebec with cannabis through the subsidiary of the SAQ. "As a farmer, we knew we had a good base for marijuana," says Cervini. It is our specialty to grow plants, we have experience in logistics and large-scale supply, "he says. He seems to have won his bet. The best-performing stock on the Toronto Stock Exchange in 2017 was Aphria, which rose 271%. The fortune of the two founders today stands at more than $ 200 million. Thanks to Google translation http://www.journaldequebec.com/2018/03/03/au-moins-77-canadiens-millionnaires-grace-au-cannabis
I listened to over 400 albums, LP’s and EP’s in 2017. I wanted to share my list and experience with you.
Hi reddit, Initially this started out as a typical 365 Albums in 365 Days challenge. We’ve seen them before haven’t we? You’ve probably even tried one yourself I imagine. I enjoy keeping lists, and tracking what I do over a particular. I already keep a list of what films I watch throughout a year, what books I’ve read, and so on. It only made sense for me to track the albums I listen to, and that’s how I ended up doing the challenge. However, I found myself also listening to a wide range of shorter EP’s and LP’s. When listening to EP’s it felt a bit like cheating. How could I justify listening to a 15 minute EP one day, and listen to a 3-hour triple-LP the next? I couldn’t, so to make it a bit fairer I increased the target to 400, and then to 430 which I was able to hit just after Christmas. Please note that this is just a silly little project that I would like to share with you all, I don't take music all that seriously, nor do I judge other's for their music tastes, I used to do this privately as a teenager but realised how much of a dense motherfucker I was, so doing this list has allowed me to come full circle in that regard. Below is a list of everything I listened to, but before that I should get into some context about my musical taste and some general notes on the list. I would advise reading these before jumping straight into the list, just so you have an idea of what to expect.
Notes on the list So I listen to a wide variety of music, I don’t generally stick to one genre, although like anyone, I do have my favourites and preferences and this will become obvious as the list goes on. For context, my favourite genres (I’m going to deliberately cast a very wide net here) range from electronic, jazz, hard rock, metal, electro-swing, blues/roots rock and punk. Again, I would like to stress this is deliberately vague and a wide net just to give you a general idea of what I like and what to expect to find in the list. I know reddit is home to some the world's greatest pedants but I'm not going to debate if deadmau5 is progressive house, tech house or two-step-inspired-80s-funk-disco-big-beat. It doesn't matter to me. I will be the first to admit that there is a lack of some genres in this list, most notably hip-hop, especially compared to other genres. I’m a 26-year old white male from the UK countryside, I’m not exactly the first person you’d expect to listen to rap and grime and stuff Although I will admit, as the list goes on that number does start to grow - I will come back to this shortly. I should also provide a greater context for the start of the list, and why it starts out the way it does. Throughout 2016 I spent a large portion of the year listening to the back catalogue of Miles Davis. He has dozens of albums and I spent a huge chunk of the previous year going through them. You can actually see this in action at the very start with the three albums, Sorcerer, Nerfititi and Filles de Kilimanjaro all being played in a row right at the start. These were the last three of his major label albums I needed to listen to, so it kinda spilled over into 2017 I guess. The first album, Nearness, was nominated for best Jazz Instrumental Album in the Grammy’s back in January so I just saw that as a simple place to start I guess. How was I able to do this? Well I started the year working a part-time job in a small office, virtually by myself, I was essentially the only person in the office 80% of the time, and it allowed me to build up a huge collection of music to listen to. From dear favourites, to albums I probably should have already heard. (I will explain how I complied this shortly) I would work 6-hours a day, which if you include 40-minute-there-and-back commute allowed me to listen to as many as 7 albums/EP’s in a day, although this didn’t always happen. I also figured I could listen to a lot of albums in the gym, which I ended up doing. I would handpick more suitable, faster, more aggressive albums which didn’t always work- Snuff by Slipknot coming on in the middle of a great workout is an immediate hype-killer, albeit a lovely song. From August I switched jobs, and so the list slowed down considerably, but by that point I had already amassed 250 listens. The rest would be listened to in the gym, at home, or via my new 50-minute commute. I also listened to a lot of audiobooks in this time, I probably could have got close to 500 if I was even more dedicated. My methods of finding, storing and listening to albums simply came down to using spotify, specifically the Discover Weekly, Release Radar and Related Artists sections. I know this sounds like a bit of a shill, but I couldn’t believe how useful these tools are. My advice to anyone who is looking to find new bands/artists to listen to go to your favourite band’s spotify/deezetidal/apple music page and go through their related artists till you find one you like. Then go through their related artists pages, and so on. It starts slowly at first but as your tastes develop you begin to find more things you like, you understand them better, and learn to know what you like - classic example, I don’t like post-hardcore music. I just don’t like ‘shouty metal’ as I call it (there are a few odd exceptions, like anything but I generally don’t go in for it). However, as it turned out, I kinda like it when it’s a female vocalist doing it. I really enjoyed the sounds of Blood Command and Sumo Cyco for instance. Yes, I understand that these bands aren't 'post-hardcore' for you genre-pedants out there. So, what did I learn/find out? Going chronologically is that I’ve learned to love Metal again. For years I dismissed it as shouty, over-indulgent noise but finding bands that blur the line between rock and metal, as well as the weird and wonderful. In March I stumbled across Ghost and absolutely fell in love with them. The Satanic thing is of course a fun gimmick but I love the pop-filtered metal sound. It was exactly what I wanted. I really, really love the album Meliora. I’d also second this to the various symphonic-metal bands, particularly Nightwish and Within Temptation. Dark Passion Play and Hydra have quickly become all-time favourites. I could go on but I’m sure you metalheads will be able to find what you’re looking for in the list. Secondly, I learned to appreciate Kanye. So what you want about him as a person, his musical creations are phenomenal. I greatly adore his later work (MBDTF, Yeezus and TLOP) Yeezus in particular is another all-time favourite. I’m indifferent on the first three albums which I know is going to shock some people, they’re fine albums but I just prefer the later stuff. Third, I learned to like Grime. I always held off on it but after sampling the likes of Skepta, Stormzy and a few others I learned that when they bang, there is nothing else like it. This can be seen towards the final third/back end of the list. I know grime might not agree as a whole but Gangs Signs and Prayer was one of the best albums I heard from 2017, and if I were to do this list in 2018, there’d likely be more Grime present. Fourth, King Gizz are just amazing. End of. Just wanted to get that one out there. I’ll likely be starting 2018 with Gumboot Soup. Lastly, I wanted to do this to prove to myself that I really can learn to enjoy all kinds of different music, from a huge spectrum, and so can you. If you go in with an open mind you can appreciate all sorts of bands and artists, I looked forward to listening to even the most weird and experimental and I guess ‘challenging’ of music. Speaking of which, I would just like to point out that I only failed to finish two albums off this list: Toxicity by System of a Down and Sold Out by DJ Paypal. I just found SOAD to be annoying and frankly they just don’t click with me, although I have heard some of Serj’s other work which is great, I think I turned it off with about 4 songs left. Sorry SOAD fans, I see the appeal but it just simply didn’t click for me, it happens sometimes. The latter (Sold Out) just wasn’t very good in my opinion so I turned it off after about 10 or 15 minutes. It felt like it was put together by someone who didn’t understand how to compose music, like at all. There were maybe 3 or 4 other albums I turned off before finishing but I didn’t write these down. That’s enough from me, if you would like to know more about the list, or have any more specific questions or what I thought of a particular band/artist/song/album, ask away! Here is the list:
Nearness - Joshua Redman & Brad Mehldau
Vikings - New Politics
New Politics - New Politics
Sorcerer - Miles Davis
Nerfititi - Miles Davis
Filles de Kilimanjaro - Miles Davis
The Complete Bitches Brew Sessions - Miles Davis
The Storm - Tech N9ne
Nonagon Infinity - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
10 Ways To Steal Home Plate - Wolfgang Gartner
American IV: The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash
Trans Europe Express - Kraftwerk
Elvis Presley - Elvis
The College Dropout - Kanye West
Late Registration - Kanye West
Head Hunters - Herbie Hancock
A Love Supreme - John Coltrane
La La Land - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Naught - Stolen Babies
It Flew By - Electric Swing Circus
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy - Kanye West
Sunday at the Village Vanguard - Bill Evans Trio
Reset - Flying Lotus
Chulahoma- The Black Keys
Graduation - Kanye West
Sketches of Spain - Miles Davis
Disc-Overy - Tinie Tempah
For Lack of a Better Name - deadmau5
BLVCK MVGIC - Kill the Noise
To Pimp A Butterfly - Kendrick Lamar
Yeezus - Kanye West
Giant Steps - John Coltrane
Be Here Now - Oasis
Portrait in Jazz - Bill Evans Trio
Thrust - Herbie Hancock
Escape from Electric Mountain - Feed Me
Watch the Throne - Jay-Z/Kanye West
Animals - Pink Floyd
Time Out - The Dave Brubeck Quartet
Slipknot - Slipknot
The Good, The Bad and The Queen - The Good, The Bad and The Queen
High Visceral, Pt 1 - Psychedelic Porn Crumpets
Roosevelt - Roosevelt
Collide - Colleen D'agostino
Human - Rag n Bone Man
Float Along-Fill Your Lungs - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Heathen Chemistry - Oasis
The Fall - Gorillaz
Lucid Dreams - Antiloops
Random Album Title - deadmau5
Iowa - Slipknot
Under Stars - Amy MacDonald
Live Life Living - Example
Dumb Blood - VANT
A Bad Girl in Harlem - New Politics
Human After All - Daft Punk
Once - Nightwish
Drunk - Thundercat
Idle Moments - Grant Green
Flying Microtonal Banana - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Pure Heroine - Lorde
Country for Old Men - John Schofield
Divide - Ed Sheeran
Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses - Slipknot
Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against the Machine
Opus Eponymous - Ghost
I See You - The xx
Different Creatures - Circa Waves
The Evolution of Man - Example
Stuff I used to do - deadmau5
The New Vice - Otherkin
Channel The Spirits - The Comet is Coming
All Hope is Gone - Slipknot
Dark Passion Play - Nightwish
Infestissumam - Ghost
Everything's Beautiful - Robert GlaspeMiles Davis
Pattern + Grid World - Flying Lotus
Ascension: Edition I - John Coltrane
Jazz Samba - Stan Getz and Charlie Byrd
Midnight Menu - TOKiMONSTA
Study Guide - Question and Freddie Joachim
Don't You Wanna - The Amazons
Imaginaerum - Nightwish
Born To Die - Lana Del Rey
A/B - Kaleo
Young Blindness - The Murlocs
Rough Cuts - Parov Stelar
Don't Believe The Truth - Oasis
The 201 - Otherkin
Led Zeppelin- Led Zeppelin
Zawadi - Kimyan Law
Settle - Disclosure
Perceptions of Pacha - Goldfish
To The Stars - Feed Me
Playing in the Shadows - Example
Introducing Christian Scott - Christian Scott
The Balcony - Catfish and the Bottlemen
808s and Heartbreak - Kanye West
The Velvet Underground & Nico - The Velvet Underground and Nico
Weather Report - Weather Report
2112 - Rush
The Day is My Enemy - The Prodigy
Meliora - Ghost
Venice - Anderson Paak
Until The Quiet Comes - Flying Lotus
Monk's Dream - Thelonious Monk
Cosmic Intoxication - TOKiMONSTA
xx - The xx
Skin - Flume
DAMN. - Kendrick Lamar
Angels Fall First - Nightwish
Roots and Herbs - Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers
This is the Life - Amy MacDonald
Everyday Robots - Damon Albarn
Melt Yourself Down - Melt Yourself Down
Sub Focus - Sub Focus
Los Angeles - Flying Lotus
Oceanborn- Nightwish
The Burning Spider - Parov Stelar
1039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours - Green Day
Last Evenings on Earth - Melt Yourself Down
Split the Atom - Nosia
Cult Drugs - Blood Command
Led Zeppelin II - Led Zeppelin
Humanz - Gorillaz
ROCKISDEAD - Dorothy
Bishop Briggs - Bishop Briggs
Sophisticated Ignorance - Kronic
Out of the Pit - Kobra and the Lotus
Lazers Not Included - Wilkinson
Prophecy - The Comet is Coming
Century Child - Nightwish
Black Focus - Yussef Kamaal
Dig Out Your Soul - Oasis
Time Machine - The Tazers
Wish I Had An Angel - Nightwish
Memories...Do Not Open - The Chainsmokers
Money Sucks, Friends Rule - Dillon Francis
Five Inches of a Car Accident - Blood Command
Desiderium - TOKiMONSTA
Mister Asylum - Highly Suspect
Get Busy Living - Goldfish
House of Gold & Bones Pt 1 - Stone Sour
Barbara Barbara, we face a shining future - Underworld
Blue and Lonesome - The Rolling Stones
III - Moderat
Smokin' At The Half Note - Wynton Kelly Trio and Wes Montgomery
Blue Train - John Coltrane Sextet
Willoughby's Beach - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Modern Life is Rubbish - Blur
channel ORANGE - Frank Ocean
The Life of Pablo - Kanye West
FOREVE - TOKiMONSTA
The Unforgiving - Within Temptation
Currents - Lux Pacific
Amaranthe - Amaranthe
Evil Empire - Rage Against the Machine
Kobra and the Lotus - Kobra and the Lotus
Ascension: Edition II - John Coltrane
Polygon - Battle Tapes
12 Bar Bruise - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Red Light Fix - The Dirty Youth
The Invisible Girl - Parov Stelar
You’re Invited - Gavin Turek & TOKiMONSTA
Paradise - Lana Del Rey
Canvas - Robert Glasper
Ghostclocks - Blood Command
Hypnotic - Wilkinson
Spectrum - Billy Cobham
The Amazons - The Amazons
Lonerism- Tame Impala
Exchange - The JuJu
Ah Um - Charles Mingus
Fanfares - GoGo Penguin
House of Gold & Bones Pt 2 - Stone Sour
Torus - Sub Focus
Love in the 4th Dimension - The Big Moon
Everybody Digs Bill Evans - Bill Evans Trio
Arcade Fire (EP) - Arcade Fire
Radio Moscow - Radio Moscow
The Ride - Catfish and the Bottlemen
Chapter 7 - Ezra Collective
End of an Era - Nightwish
All Killer, No Filler - Sum 41
Exit Planet Dust - The Chemical Brothers
Sound of Silver - LCD Soundsystem
We're All Mad Here - Tut Tut Child
Feed Me's Family Reunion- Feed Me
The Black Halo - Kamelot
Chuck - Chuck Berry
Songs for the Deaf - Queens of the Stone Age
I LOVE JAN LUNDGREN TRIO - Jan Lundgren Trio
Enema of the State - blink-182
Hard Normal Daddy - Squarepusher
Are You Satisfied? - Slaves
If You Have Ghost - Ghost
High Priestess - Kobra and the Lotus
How Did We Get So Dark? - Royal Blood
Melodrama - Lorde
Slowdive - Slowdive
Young Chasers - Circa Waves
Different Gear, Still Speeding - Beady Eye
If You Wait - London Grammar
The English Riviera - Metronomy
Malibu - Anderson Paak
In Utero - Nirvana
Starfucker - STRFKR
Nubya's 5ive - Nubya Garcia
Gravity X - Truckfighters
Oddments - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
On The Corner - Miles Davis
Moanin' - Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers
Animalia- Mammal Hands
Space is the Place - Sun Ra
Coexist - The xx
Rumours - Fleetwood Mac
Death to the Planet - The Comet is Coming
Does This Look Infected? - Sum 41
In Search Of... - N.E.R.D
Somewhere in Between - Braxton Cook
Welcome Reality - Nero
Design Your Universe - Epica
Mars Red Sky - Mars Red Sky
Box of Secrets - Blood Red Shoes
Spiritual Unity - Albert Ayler
An Awesome Wave - alt-J
The Boy Who Died Wolf - Highly Suspect
Maybes - Mount Kimbie
Sketch on Glass - Mount Kimbie
New Eyes - Clean Bandit
Every Valley - Public Service Broadcasting
Theatre of Dimensions- Xandria
Music For An Accelerated Culture - Hadouken!
Diaspora - Christian Scott
Feed Me’s Psychedelic Journey - Feed Me
Extended Play - Baby Strange
The Shadow Self - Tarja
Keep Moving On - Friends In Tokyo
Wisdom of Elders - Shabaka and the Ancestors
I Sing The Body Electric - Weather Report
Sold Out - DJ Paypal
The Nothing - The Last Dinosaur
XIII - Mushroomhead
Dig Your Own Hole - The Chemical Brothers
Saint Cecilia - Foo Fighters
Prohibition Swing - Lyre Le Temps
Random Access Memories - Daft Punk
White Noise - The Living End
Eye To The Telescope - KT Tunstall
The Shape of Jazz To Come - Ornette Coleman
The Bones Of What You Believe - CHVRCHES
Loopholes - The Murlocs
Toys - Crewdson
Form - Battle Tapes
Paper Mâché Dream Balloon - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Led Zeppelin III - Led Zeppelin
Coeur Calme- Kimyan Law
Cosmogramma - Flying Lotus
Know No Better - Major Lazer
Superunknown - Soundgarden
Prevail I - Kobra and the Lotus
Miles Davis and Milt Jackson Quintet/Sextet - Miles Davis & Milt Jackson
Dim Lit - Polar Bear
SBTRKT - SBTRKT
Miles Davis And Horns - Miles Davis
Pip Paine (Pay The £5000 You Owe) - Metronomy
Born For This - 7kingz
Dedication: The Start - 7kingz
Dedication: The Finish - 7kingz
After Laughter - Paramore
Endless Forms Most Beautiful - Nightwish
Overly Dedicated- Kendrick Lamar
The Silent Force - Within Temptation
Go Plastic - Squarepusher
Royal Deluxe - Royal Deluxe
Straight Outta Burbank - Stone Sour
Cult of the New Beat - Blood Command
Make Rock Great Again - Kaiser Franz Josef
Midnight Cometh - Wo Fat
Phi - Truckfighters
Hacktivist - Hacktivist
Enter - Within Temptation
The Beyond/Where The Giants Roam - Thundercat
Devil Electric - Devil Electric
Sketches of Brunswick East - King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard/Mild High Club
… For The Whole World To See - Death
The New Sounds - Miles Davis
Demonstration - Tinie Tempah
The Way of the Fist - Five Finger Death Punch
Together, As One - Dinosaur
God Save the Teen - Strange Bones
The Quantum Enigma - Epica
Stone Sour - Stone Sour
We The Rats - Strange Bones
In A Silent Way - Miles Davis
One Day As A Lion EP - One Day As A Lion
Mother Earth - Within Temptation
Sun Giant - Fleet Foxes
She’s Here Now - Estrons
Experience - The Prodigy
Maiden Voyage - Herbie Hancock
Headspin - Black Honey
Music is Rotted One Note - Squarepusher
color & monochrome - bohemianvoodoo/Fox Capture Plan
Ouroboros - Ruby the Hatchet
Call Him A Doctor - GFOTY
Section 80 - Kendrick Lamar
Falling Into Pieces - Black Casino and the Ghost
Born For This - Royal Deluxe
Whip It On - The Ravonettes
How to be a Human Being - Glass Animals
Concrete and Gold - Foo Fighters
Mania - Truckfighters
Please Please Me - The Beatles
Night Lights - Gerry Mulligan Sextet
Nuclear Blast (Bonus) - Nightwish
Hand Us The Alpha Male - Blood Command
Legendary EP - Welshly Arms
War is the Answer - Five Finger Death Punch
Save Yourself - SBTRKT
Gold Dust - The Dirty Youth
AVĪCI (01) - Avicii
The Holographic Principle - Epica
Richard D. James Album - Aphex Twin
Budakhan Mindphone - Squarepusher
Come What(ever) May - Stone Sour
color & monochrome 2 - bohemianvoodoo/Fox Capture Plan
The Heart of Everything- Within Temptation
What Am I Going To Do With Everything I Know? - The Weather Station
Gang Signs and Prayer - Stormzy
Wild Honey - The Beach Boys
XX - Dawnbringer
Prophets of Rage - Prophets of Rage
Time and Space - Moses Boyd
Companion - Braids
Hailey Tuck - Hailey Tuck
Halestorm - Halestorm
Voodoo Swing - The Vaude Villainz
Boiling Point - Tech N9ne
Join the Q - The Qemists
As You Were - Liam Gallagher
Heliocentrics x GLK - Heliocentrics/Gaslamp Killer
Harmony of Difference - Kamasi Washington
Cardinal - Pinegrove
EP - BARTEK
Konnichiwa - Skepta
The Decline of British Sea Power - British Sea Power
Swagger - Flogging Molly
The Decline - NOFX
Hydra - Within Temptation
In A Beautiful Place Out in the Country - Boards of Canada
Popestar - Ghost
A Giant Warrior Descends on Tokyo - Feed Me
Snake EP - P Money
Foo Fighters - Foo Fighters
Lost in Translation - New Politics
The Social Network - Trent ReznoAtticus Ross
Frost/Nixon (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) - Hans Zimmer
Party All the Way to the Hospital - Blood Command
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (Original Score) - Tyler Bates
No Roots - Alice Merton
Audio Secrecy - Stone Sour
Dunkirk (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) - Hans Zimmer
USS (Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker) - New World Alphabet
Kind of Blue - Miles Davis
Back to the Future - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Danger Twins - Danger Twins
For The Masses - Hadouken!
S/T - Gost
Toys - Broken & Remixed - Crewdson
Muscle Museum - Muse
Covers EP - Welshy Arms
Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds - Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds
The Storm - ZZ Ward
Til The Casket Drops - ZZ Ward
Lun - Destiny Potato
Dual - Sampha
Snake EP 2 - P Money
Toxicity - System of a Down
13 Voices - Sum 41
Uh Huh - Danger Twins
Idiom - Joe Armon-Jones/Maxwell Owin
Valley of the Snake - Ruby The Hatchet
Petals - Darlia
No Bullshit - Avelino
So In Love - Hailey Tuck
OK - Otherkin
Lazy Afternoon - Zara McFarlane
Go Away EP - Milk Teeth
Encore - DJ Snake
Quiet Things - Colleen D’Agostino
I’m In Your Mind Fuzz - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
No Sleep EP - K2 World/Sir Spyro
Pandora’s Piñata - Diablo Swing Orchestra
Villains - Queens of the Stone Age
Health - Alpha Male Tea Party
Elephant - The White Stripes
No Talk EP - Capo Lee
Fly 4 Life - Route 94
Have Yourself A Very KT Christmas - KT Tunstall
Hydrograd - Stone Sour
Talk Like Thunder - VANT
Sad Sack - Milk Teeth
Everyday is Christmas - Sia
BARTEK - BARTEK
Twelve Tales of Christmas - Tom Chaplin
A Very Decent Christmas - Mad Decent
Pacifisticuffs - Diablo Swing Orchestra
Christmas at the Piano - Kevin Duncan
Dead Sara - Dead Sara
Winter Fantasy - David Arkenstone/Charlee Brooks
Carols from Kings - The Choir of Kings College, Cambridge
I. Richard was working in a bar. He had found the job from a friend who said that he was leaving it for greener pastures, and like hand me down clothing he had assumed the role. The job was nothing special. Working as a barback for a cocktail bar. It involved preparation for the cocktail drinks and during service, he would restock the condiments and glassware to ensure that all of the bartenders could fulfil their duties. Essentially, it was a labouring role that paid minimum wage. The bartenders would all bark orders at him and he received little commendation for the work involved. Currently the bar was not serving and they had the staff at the venue to do stocktake duties and a deep clean of the bar area. The back shelves of the bar were usually stocked with bottles of spirits. But seeing as they were giving everything a deep clean, the staff had taken down all of the bottles and Richard was given the task of wiping down the mirror glass surface that usually lay behind the bottles. It was difficult to understand why the mirrored glass needed such a deep clean. It wasn’t as if inspectors would look at the mirrored glass surface to determine the functionality of the bar. However, he was stuck with the job and because he was being paid, he did as he was ordered to. As he scrubbed and cleaned at the mirrored glass surface with a cloth and disinfectant, he could feel that the task was becoming more and more redundant. He felt that the bar manager was simply giving him orders so that he could establish some sort of superiority over him. After all, his bar manager had begun on the lowest rank in the hospitality industry just as he. So the bar manager presumed it was his right to give him obsolete tasks, just as another bar manager had once done to him when he was younger. It had its purpose, of course, everything has its purpose. The purpose of such orders was to instill an anal attitude to others in the cleanliness and upkeep of the bar. For the bar manager probably assumed that Richard, as he, would one day work through the ranks of the establishment. But Richard did not feel the same way as he scrubbed at the glass mirrored surface with the cloth. Repeatedly and with force to ensure that there was not a smudge upon the surface. And upon completion of the task with much endurance and effort he proclaimed to his manager, “I’ve finished.” The bar manager went up to inspect the surface of the mirrored glass, stating, “No, you haven’t.” The bar manager then went across inspecting the large mirror and pointing out points of fluff that had been left after Richard had applied the cloth to the surface. And so Richard repeated the task of cleaning the glass mirrored surface once again. With the same piece of cloth and producing the same results. Upon announcing the completion of his work, the bar manager once again inspected the surface and then in a fit of rage unleashed upon the unsuspecting Richard, “You stupid farkin’ idiot! You’ve done the same thing again. If you don’t do it properly, you won’t have a job tomorrow.” Richard stood there and thought about it. He looked at the piece of cloth in his hand that he was using. The disinfectant substance that had been brought to its minimum capacity within the spray bottle. The irrationality of the task at hand worked itself into the understandings of his present situation. The futility of it all. The idea that every day he had to work underneath this arsehole. Doing as he commanded, just so he could ensure that he could afford the rent that kept a roof above his head. It was a job and that’s presumably what all jobs do. Taking advantage of people’s desperation, forcing them to act in a mode of servility. As the anger seethed within Richard, little bubbles of sweat were released over his brow, as his face grew bright red. His blood had begun to boil. So he threw the near empty bottle of disinfectant at the bar manager’s head. The act didn’t exactly cause pain, but it gathered the bar manager’s attention who turned around surprised by the act. “Go fark yourself you arrogant cunt! You can shove the job up your arse!” You could see the bar manager’s face. The slight twitches in his eyebrows and mouth as he acknowledged what was happening. And then like the eruption of a volcano, came the seething ball of pus and putrid words that flowed from his inner core, “You piece of shit! I’ve done everything that I could for you! You’re lucky that you have this job with all of the shit that I have to put up with! GET OUT!!!” And so Richard cleaned out his locker and left the cocktail bar, not bothering to enquire about his final pay cheque. After that, Richard went home. His home was a room in a three bedroom apartment that he shared with two others in their twenties. Of them, only Fabian was home. He explained to Fabian what had happened and Fabian told him that he should call up the welfare services so he would be able to make next month’s rent. And so that’s what he did. Richard jumped through the holes and over the hurdles of the great and grand bureaucracy that is the welfare system. In order to justify his existence to a system that was corrupt and lost all senses of human decency long ago. Standing in line with many others who had lost faith in the system and mankind many years ago. The lines of anger and vile bitterness that seethed when one was left with no other option but to grovel before bureaucrats in an effort to feed themselves. For the rest of the time he looked up jobs on the internet, applying for them sparingly. He was in no rush to be spoon fed another pile of shit by people who had long ago formed themselves into groups of social cohesion. Oh, he was a necessary part of the group, no doubt. Without him, the group would not be able to function. Every group required that individual who they could shovel shit on and kick down at. Without that person who was being constantly replaced, well, without that person the group would cease to function and cease to be. And so Richard thought about it all. The predestination of being that person. The eternal newcomer. It would often result in a spiral of depression that eventuated into an act of suicide that held no ties to the group, so that the group would not be affected. That was the eventual path that that course of action led to. And there was always a new generation to step into the old shoes of the eternal newcomer. The great and grand design. The churning gears of the system that left a mountain of skulls in their wake. If people were happy with their jobs and that sort of behaviour didn’t exist, then never would there be a need to advertise for another job. Richard lay in bed, smoking a cigarette and stared up at the ceiling, listening to music. He found himself daydreaming about the futility of his situation. Trying to think up a way out of the constant state of entrapment that was destined to play itself out during different work roles throughout the course of his life. Was there such a thing as a way out of this predestined destiny of doom? A door? A window? A mouse hole? That was when Fabian knocked on the door of his bedroom, “Hey Richard. Richard? Are you in there?” “Yeah,” Richard replied, bringing himself to his feet and then opening the door to his bedroom to greet Fabian. “There’s a party tonight in Brunswick. I know you’ve been down lately, I’ll buy you a six pack if you come with me.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Richard replied that he would. He had a shower, the first time in days. What was the point otherwise? With no place to be. He used a new bar of soap to scrub at the crevice between his arse-crack. It resulted in a brown sewerage mixture and he watched the brown liquid diluted by water follow its pathway down the drain. Of course he had wiped his arse with toilet paper. But after a week’s build up of dirt, sweat and grime had gathered all over his body. It wasn’t that he was layered with dirt, it was simply the area where this sort of residue built up. After a shower and a clean set of clothes, he was ready to venture off and into the night. And so the two of them ventured off into the night, drinks in hand, to navigate the Melbourne metropolitan public transport system. Among their fellow passengers were other individuals, already intoxicated from pre-drinks taken at home. Most of them were teenagers or other twenty somethings. Most of them would still be living at home, not having to spend money on rent or bills, they had money to spend. People with family connections that were assured job security that lay in judgment of shitkickers like Richard and Fabian. Fabian was alright. He worked cleaning and janitorial jobs. His voiced opinion on the subject of work was, ‘It’s all shit when you have to wipe off shit stains from the toilets. But at least you get honest people when there’s no prestige involved in the work.’ The train carriage smelt like vomit and as people exited at the main stops, Richard and Fabian saw why. A group of the nightclubbers had left one of their friends passed out on the train, lying in his own vomit. A couple of ticket inspectors boarded the train and awoke him from a semi-comatose state. The man, the boy, mumbled something non-descript. The two ticket inspectors picked him off the ground and with one of them under each arm, took him outside at the next stop to do god only knows what. The two of them got off the train shortly after that. They followed different tram routes that were equally packed with night rabble and arrived at their destination. Fabian had made some attempt to explain to Richard that he couldn’t just sit on welfare and despite his apprehension of picking up another job, he would have to submit eventually. Richard batted off the line of questioning and they both decided to enjoy themselves for the night, putting all other obligations aside momentarily. They arrived at the house party and began to mingle. Richard took a seat in the backyard, rolling himself cigarettes and opening up the six pack of beers. Fabian preferred to venture indoors and danced with the young ladies who were all listening to music that was playing on a hi-fi system. The choice in music wasn’t that bad: a mix of electronic music; old school hip-hop; and pop tunes from the eighties. Richard kept on smoking cigarettes and drinking beer as other strays took their seats beside him, outside in the backyard to smoke cigarettes and get down to idle conversation. Among those that took their seats beside him were various artists, a lawyer that worked for some unmentioned government department, and some computer programmer working for a corporation. It was difficult to know what to say when surrounded by such a varied group. So they all focused in upon their addictions. Drugs, sex, cigarettes, alcohol… All of them had confronted some sort of substance abuse problem along the journey of life. And when they had finished with those types of conversations they focused in upon the different artists. Their dreams and ambitions. Among the booze, their work took precedence as it was all inconsequential to the larger picture. Despite what political or other motivations prompted them to create their work. There were so many problems in the world that it was difficult to ascertain the implications of taking strong political stances. And so everyone agreed, taking up the different artists political stances without consideration of real world consequences and knowing that tomorrow they would return to their lives without any real effort given to the various causes. After a while the conversation tired. Richard was four beers down and had started to rummage through the stockpile of different implements that lay in the backyard. Among such novelty items was a unicycle. Upon its discovery, Richard picked it out and made a great speech about the miscellaneous object, “A unicycle! For the love of God, who owns a unicycle?” “A performer of sorts, I guess.” One of the others replied. “Give it a try!” Another called out. And so that’s what Richard did. And with minimal effort and incredible balance, he took naturally to the thing. Riding around in circles as they all cheered him on and gave him minor applause. After a while he grew tired of the act and took a seat as the others set their attempts to ride the unicycle. None of the others had much success, to which they all commented upon Richard’s natural talent. The comments led Richard to form an idea. Or at least the beginnings of an idea. And when the night came to an end, he asked the owner of the house what they were planning to do with the unicycle. To which they replied, “I don’t know. I picked it up at a garage sale planning to learn to ride the thing, but never got around to it. I’m working full-time now, you can have it if you want it.” To which Richard accepted and both Richard and Fabian returned home, with the addition of a unicycle. II. The next day Richard, having no other obligations, went to the local park to practice on the unicycle. He first mastered his balance on the vehicle in the proper motion. Then he reversed that motion and learnt how to ride the thing backwards, in loops and controlling his distance and speed. He spent days on end riding the thing around in parking lots, learning how to jump around on the thing and maintain balance while remaining semi-stationary. He fulfilled his job seeker obligations. Making sure that he applied for his twenty jobs every month and attending his appointments with work placement agencies. Every time he went to one of those appointments a small piece of him died on the inside. The place seemed to be full of people with broken spirits and he supposed that he, himself, was one of them too. But all of the people there were disgusted with one another. The place maintained a semblance of order by the psychological trap of individuality. At one point or another all of these people held down a job. And so as each individual looked around, they did not bother to converse with one another, they all saw their own situation as unique. They all saw themselves as unique and they all maintained hope that they would find a job soon enough. But the truth was there was no counter counting down the time until they received their next opportunity. They could get a job any time between a day from now or they could be waiting twenty years. People preferred not to speak with one another in such venues, they were all disgusted with one another, everyone holding their own self-entitled pride. And Richard was no different. He looked around at the people waiting and presumed their sin of sloth. He sat down with the consultant and answered their questions. With each question the consultant would navigate through the systems on their computer and click the appropriate buttons to determine if he had met his obligations as a job seeker. And once that was completed Richard would return to the practice of riding his unicycle in various parking lots around the neighbourhood. One day Fabian joined him. Fabian came with a couple of longneck beers in hand to witness Richard’s improved skill. He sat on the parking lot curb, drinking his beers and commenting on Richard’s mastery of the unicycle, “Damn man! I can’t even ride one of those things, but you can do all sorts of shit on it, can’t ya’?” “Yeah, I was thinking,” Richard conversed as he rode backwards and forwards, “I was thinking that I could start putting on shows for the public.” “You mean busking?” “Yeah, busking. Think about it. I wouldn’t have any boss that I would have to report to. I wouldn’t have to deal with those bureaucrats at Centrelink. I’d treat it like a job, buskers can make good money if they offer something unique.” Richard remained semi-stationary and did a couple of jumps on the unicycle. “Yeah, but just riding a unicycle isn’t going to do it. You’d have to offer the crowd something special.” Richard got off the unicycle to join Fabian on the parking lot curb, “What do you mean?” “You’d have to do something with your hands. Like spinning a walking cane around or something, I dunno…” Richard and Fabian drank beers until the sun went down. Fabian had a lot of venting to do about his work and Richard listened peacefully. In their own ways they had both been working full days. Putting in the time and effort so that they could relax and rest easy, knowing that they had achieved something for the day. The next day Richard went shopping for clothes. Lacking any suitable funding to go out to the commercial shops, he browsed through opportunity shops and looked around for second hand clothing that was still suitable to wear. In amongst the different clothes and items of a miscellaneous nature, he found himself a bowler hat. Looking at the thing gave him an idea. It had a price tag attached to it that marked it on sale for ten dollars. It was of good quality and he did not complain, he bought the hat along with a few articles of clothing and then went back to his practice of the unicycle. This time he added the bowler hat into his routine. He started off by throwing the hat up in the air and catching it with the other hand while maintaining balance on the unicycle. It was difficult at first, but over time and practice the action became more fluid. After he had mastered simple actions, he began practicing more complex tasks. Like throwing the bowler hat a great distance up in the air and manoeuvring himself and the unicycle so that the hat would land on his head. He tried and failed that trick many times before he had any success. But over time he managed to achieve the results he desired. And shortly after that he was doing all sorts of complex and intricate things. After a couple of months of practice Fabian once again came to witness the skills that Richard had accumulated. He sat there with a longneck beer as he had done before. This time Richard was riding on the unicycle, throwing the hat up in the air, spinning the hat on his fingers, catching the hat in his teeth and jumping up and down on the unicycle in a reverse motion. Fabian was bewildered, “Holy shit man! Yeah, I’d pay to see that. You’re god damned diabolical on that thing!” “Diabolical, hey?” Richard said, while raising an eyebrow. “I like the sound of that. I think I’ll use that as my stage name.” Richard threw the hat up in the air and jumped on the unicycle in a three-hundred and sixty degree motion, “You may call me, ‘Diabolical’.” Fabian offered Richard a beer and they both sat and witnessed the sun set in the park. Toasting to Richard’s success and newfound vocation. The next Friday Richard travelled into the city to perform along Southbank, outside the casino in Melbourne. He carried with him a piece of chalk. He was dressed in a white shirt, black pants, with a black bow-tie, and stars drawn in black make-up around his eyes. With a series of onlookers, he drew out a circle on the pavement and announced to his audience, “Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to witness can be described in no other way but ‘diabolical’.” After the brief introduction Richard mounted the unicycle and started riding around inside the perimeter of the chalk circle that he had drawn up on the pavement. After that, he started travelling backwards in the same motion with his bowler hat affixed to his head. He was just laying out the territory, ensuring that the audience gave him space. After the audience acknowledged this, he started jumping up and down on the unicycle in a backwards motion. Then he moved forwards again and threw the bowler hat up in the air and caught it with the other hand. Then he laid his arms out like a seesaw and began rolling the hat up and down the length of his arms as he maintained balance on the unicycle. He began to gather quite a crowd at this point and his hat tricks and motions on the unicycle increased in complexity. He continued to perform until his grand finale where he rode the unicycle backwards, threw the hat up in the air, jumped up in the air on the unicycle, perform a three hundred and sixty degree twist and catching the bowler hat on his head. He then dismounted from the unicycle to the sound of great applause from the audience who had gathered around him. He then walked around the circle that had been lined up in chalk and held the bowler hat out as his audience deposited their donations to his act. After this he took a half an hour break. He counted the money that he had earned. All up, he had received sixty dollars. Sixty dollars for a half hour routine wasn’t bad, Richard thought. He waited around for another half an hour. Buying himself a bottle of water, smoking some cigarettes and then returned to the circle laid out in chalk and repeated the half an hour act to a different audience of passers-by. He repeated the act until the stroke of midnight and then caught the last train home. All up, he had earned two hundred and eighty dollars. It wasn’t bad for a single night’s work. Hell, it was bloody fantastic! For the next week he went to the same area and repeated the routine. Some days were better than others, but each day was certainly worth the trip into town. Sometimes he would perform by daylight, other times he would perform at night. And he was slowly gathering a small fortune while doing so. Richard thought about the good fortune he had come across ever since leaving the bar job. The time and effort he had placed into creating and maintaining his act. It had all been worth it. But he began to notice something. The more he performed. The less takings he would receive. The crowd was growing weary of the act, despite how fantastic it was. Then came the day that would end his series of performances in Melbourne. It was during the day and he had gathered a crowd of small children who were looking at the man on the unicycle performing his routine. Then a child, a small girl with ribbons done in her hair in a pigtail fashion, went running into the circle drawn up in chalk. At that point Richard was balancing the hat in a see-saw motion up along the length of his arms. When he saw the child, he lost all control of the unicycle and veered off to the side, collapsing in a heap. Enraged by the incident, Richard lost his temper at the small child and began yelling at her, “You little shit! You fucked up my entire routine!” The reaction came as an automatic reaction that Richard had felt in the pain of his fall. The girl paused for a second in silence and then Richard could see the tears well up in her eyes. He held up his hands, trying to stop her from the tears. But the tears came, as did the screams, “Mummy! Mummmmmmy!!!” The audience that had gathered around Richard then began to call out in disgust at Richard’s behaviour. To which there was nothing Richard could do to take back the action. A large, muscular man approached Richard. Grabbing his arm and twisting it behind Richard’s back in what was a painful action, yelling at him, “Apologise to the young girl, ya’ bastard!” To which Richard squeaked out, “I’m sorry…” in the most pathetic way imaginable, with tears of pain running down his cheeks, making his make-up run. The little girl stopped crying and started laughing at Richard. The muscular man released Richard from his grip and then pushed him to the ground. The man took Richard’s takings for the day and gave it to the little girl and her mother. The crowd dispersed, leaving Richard there broken and bruised, realizing that he could never perform in Melbourne again. III. Richard returned home that day in hysterics. He kept on yelling and ranting about how he had had enough of this shithole city and that he was moving away to greener pastures. Try as Fabian might to calm him down, he could do nothing to settle his temper. Richard packed up some of his belongings in a suitcase. A few changes of clothes, some of his essential belongings and then went out to Fabian to ask him a favour. “Hey man,” they were both sitting down at the kitchen table, “if I pay you a month’s rent in advance, will you be able to clear up the rest of my shit. Sell my stuff. Do with it what you need to.” “Yeah, man, sure.” Fabian looked at Richard, “What happened? Anything serious? Are you okay?” “It was just farked man! Absolutely farked! I was basically humiliated in front of the whole city. I hate this farkin’ city! I farkin’ hate it!” “Calm down, just tell me what happened and we can sort it all out.” But Richard didn’t stick around to bother explaining everything to Fabian. He paid him the one month’s rent in advance. Grabbed his suitcase, the unicycle, everything else that he needed and took the next train into the city. On the train journey into the city, he plotted out his route via his phone. He planned to stop over in Geelong before heading west out towards Perth. He would stop along the road, stopping off at various points like Adelaide and all of the smaller rural towns inbetween. Performing his act and fueling his journey with any money he could. That was the plan. Hitting the open road, with no responsibilities. He’d pick up a car somewhere along the way, but for now he was appeased with taking the train. He booked a bed to stay in a backpackers in Geelong. A pub called Irish Murphys’ that existed just outside of the central business district of the city. He booked it for a series of three nights, believing that he could perform in the city centre for the next two days before continuing on his journey out west. The train from Melbourne to Geelong was only an hour’s journey and he soon found himself exiting the train. From there he caught a bus to the backpackers where he made camp for the night. He kept to himself and made sure that his belongings were locked up inside his room. There weren’t many other tourists in the place. There were a couple of middle aged Chinese women who were sharing a room. He ran into them in the kitchen while they were preparing themselves a meal. Some noodles mixed with fried chicken strips and some vegetables. They piled the soy sauce into the saucepan as they cooked the noodles, adding a teaspoon of fish sauce and other spices that were acquainted to their tastes. He attempted to make conversation with them, but they were largely lacking fluency in the English dialect. They looked at him in confusion as he attempted to make conversation. Feeling that his words would not be heard, he went downstairs and purchased a bottle of cheap red wine. He offered them each a glass, to which they refused. They retired to their rooms and he retired to his. He ended up drinking the full bottle of wine and falling asleep in a half-drunk state. He woke up in the morning at about a quarter past ten. He felt like he had eaten the cork of the wine bottle and the cork was being digested slowly in his stomach, floating in his stomach acids, producing this queasy feeling that was akin to seasickness. He went downstairs. The bar staff were busy preparing the venue for service later that day, so he went next door to the tuck shop and bought himself a sandwich. One of those greasy bacon and egg ones, with the paper wrapping around it that had become transparent because of all the grease dripping off of the bacon. He ate it and bought himself a bottle of lemon soda to wash it all down. It calmed his stomach and the queasy feeling soon disappeared. After a couple of hours sitting and watching cable television in the lounge room drinking glasses of water, he pulled himself together and prepared to make his grand debut on the city streets of Geelong. He dressed himself up in usual attire and applied the make-up to his eyes. White collared shirt, black bow-tie and black pants. Accompanied, of course, with the bowler hat. He caught the bus into the city. He couldn’t really find any performance space. There weren’t any other buskers and he spied that a group of homeless people had set up some form of encampment outside of the mall. He went into little Malop street where he decided there was enough space where he could perform his act. People walking past him looked at him oddly, not understanding what he intended to do. He drew up a circle with a piece of white chalk that he kept in his pocket and once more mounted his unicycle. Some people stopped and called out to him, “Hey, what the hell are you trying to do?” “Ladies and gentlemen,” he called out, raising his voice so that anybody within a fifty meter radius could hear him, “I am the great and glorious ‘Diabolical’ and what I am about to do here today is absolutely diabolical! If you all wish to witness the events with your own eyes, you will not be displeased!” A few people stopped and began watching Richard as he rode the unicycle around in circles. Then backwards in circles. There was not much of a crowd, but what he didn’t expect was for the encampment of homeless people to come and watch him. There was a small group of them, about five in all came to witness him as the others remained with their makeshift setup of sleeping bags and miscellaneous items. The leader of the group appeared to be a stout Mexican man. The Mexican man was roughly shaven and smoked a cigarette. He wore gloves with the fingers cut off and a dirty grey torn jacket, with cotton coming out of the tears in the material. He began speaking English with a rough accent, “This motherfucker says he’s ‘diabolical’, that’s my name! You ain’t taking my name now are ya’?” Richard ignored the homeless man as he continued on with his routine. Balancing his hat along his arms like a see-saw. “Now I know you wouldn’t be doing that? Taking my name ya’ faggot!” The berating comments began to get on Richard’s nerves. But he held his peace and continued on with the act. “Ya’ piece of shit! I’m ‘Diabolical’, that’s my name!” Other people began to leave the crowd that had gathered around Richard, scared off by the homeless man. And pretty soon the homeless man was yelling at him, “That’s my name! That’s my name! That’s my name!” Over and over again without pause. After all of the potential paying audience had dispersed, frightened by the constant heckling by the homeless man, Richard got off of the unicycle and ceased his act. He looked at the homeless man and his fellow cohorts, he wasn’t that tall and he was sure that he would be able to at least outrun them on the unicycle if they went to attack him. So Richard began yelling at him, “You worthless piece of shit! You just scared them all off! Fark you and fark this town!” The homeless Mexican man stood there and didn’t say anything. Instead he flicked the cigarette that he had been smoking towards Richard. The cigarette fell at Richard’s feet. The homeless man didn’t say anything after that, he just kept on staring at Richard. The other homeless people that had come with him lost interest and all walked back towards their encampment. But the Mexican homeless man, he just kept on standing there, staring at Richard without saying a word. After a while it began to creep Richard out, so Richard decided to walk back to the backpackers. Not looking back to see if he was being followed. When he reached the pub that doubled as a backpackers, he looked back behind him to see if he was being followed. He felt relieved when he found that the homeless man was nowhere in sight. So he entered the pub and ordered himself a drink. It started off with one pint. A pint of Carlton draught because it was the cheapest drink that he could afford. He would sit and listen to the music. They had live musicians who were performing classic and well-known rock songs. He would sit there alone and listen to songs, ordering pint after pint. Between intervals of the songs he would go outside and have a cigarette. Toking on cigarettes and talking to strangers. They’d offer him tidbits and information on a variety of different subjects. Nothing that mattered to him. He did take an interest in the story concerning how the homeless had all migrated from the larger capital city of Melbourne to Geelong. The police restrictions, they had explained, were less strict than they were in Melbourne. For some reason they seemed to get away with sleeping outside of the mall in the central business district. Richard listened attentively, nodding his head as he did so. Then went back into the bar and continued ordering pints of Carlton draught. Eventually he ran out of cigarettes and half cut, he asked the bartender where he could buy cigarettes. The bartender replied that there was a supermarket up down the road, about a kilometre. So he finished what remained of his current pint, placed his bowler hat on his head and went off to find the supermarket. He had been walking for about five minutes when it happened. An unknown assailant surprised him from behind and covered his face with a cloth covered in chloroform. He lost consciousness almost immediately. When he awoke, he was tied by the wrists and ankles, placed upon a wooden table in some unknown park. He struggled against the bonds, but they were affixed to his limbs tightly. He called out into the night, “Hello! What’s happening!? What’s happening!?!” From out of the shadows appeared the Mexican homeless man. The same one who had caused a disturbance in his performance earlier that day. “Y’know, I wasn’t lying.” Richard struggled more intensely against his bonds, but it was of no use, “What the fark are you doing you psycho!? Release me at once. I demand that you release me!” “That’s not going to help you homie. There ain’t no turning back from this shit now. It’s just me and you, alone here in the park. And nobody else around to hear ya’.” “Didn’t you hear me!? Let me go!” Richard called out, “Help! Heellp!” “I wasn’t lying when I said my name is ‘Diabolical’. Except the reason that I had that name was probably different from the reason why you had that name.” “Help! Heeelp!!!” Richard screamed out into the night without any reply. Diabolical produced a small knife. It was curved at the end of the blade. He then leaned forward and pressed it up against Richard’s neck. “I said shut the fuck up!” After that Diabolical wrapped a bandana around the mouth of Richard. Tying it around his mouth to act as a gag so that he couldn’t make any more noise. Any more noise that Richard attempted to make was inaudible. “As I was saying. I too am known by the name ‘Diabolical’. I received that name many years ago in my native country. I was a small child, perhaps eleven or twelve years old. I came from a very poor family and was being constantly bullied at school. So much so that for the large part I refused to attend. Instead, I would run around the neighbourhood, stealing food and different things in an effort to entertain myself. There was a group of us. I considered us all friends. Until one day, those friends turned against me and I was ousted from that group. In an act of revenge I kidnapped their dog. I tied that dog up much like I have you tied up here and now. And with that dog I skinned him alive. Back then, I wasn’t very good at it and made a mess of things. But I completed the job and displayed the pet before my old friends. No doubt, they were upset and probably would have killed me. If it weren’t for a man dressed in an all-white suit. He saw what I had done and then shot a pistol to scare off the other kids, my former friends. After that the man took me in and said that he could use someone like me. So he gave me other animals to skin. Feral cats from the neighbourhood, things like that. I got so good at it, that that man gave me the name ‘Diabolical’ in reference to my diabolical skill.” That was when Diabolical approached Richard, tied up to the table and unable to voice any sound of protest, with the knife. He began by cutting open his clothes. Leaving him naked in the cold night. Then after that made incisions up and down the length of his limbs. They were made lengthways, up the length of Richard’s arms and legs. He attempted to scream out in pain. But could not. “That man turned out to be a major drug lord in the city and used me. Allowing me to torture his captured enemies. Skinning them and presenting their carcasses to their family and loved ones. You could be sure that nobody crossed that man.” Diabolical made another incision, identical to the last, down the lengthways of the limbs. Running parallel to the other incision, perhaps three centimetres apart. “I was treated well. With luxury and everything else that I could ask for. This went on for years.” With the parallel incisions, he placed the knife underneath and began to peel the strip of skin off Richard’s body. Richard attempted to howl and struggle against the bonds, but there wasn’t anything he could do. “Until one day, that man asked me to skin someone who I didn’t want to skin. She was a lover. One of many, but a lover still the same.” After the strips of skin had been peeled, Diabolical had an opening to the rest of the skin that covered Richard’s body. From there he could go about the process like peeling an orange. Placing the knife under the skin and peeling off the rest of the layer. “I turned on the old man. The one who had taken me in and skinned him instead. But that man was powerful and once my betrayal was known, I had to leave the country. Somewhere where I couldn’t be found. So I thought, ‘Australia’, I mean, why not, right?” For the rest of the operation Diabolical remained focused on the process. Skinning the man alive and ensuring that everything was done to the utmost level of skill. After everything had been done and Richard’s whole body was skinned, Diabolical would tie him and string him up to a nearby gum tree. Singing to himself as he did so, “Give me a home amongst the gum trees. With lots of plum trees. A sheep or two, a kangaroo. A clothesline out the back. Verandah out the front.” All in a heavy Mexican accent. “And an old rockin’ chair.” Richard’s body would be discovered the next morning. By early morning joggers through the park, with his body strung up a gum tree, hung like a fisherman showing off his catch, by the legs. With his bowler hat strategically placed beneath him. As the blood dripped from his skinned carcass, dripping into the bowler hat in a little pool.
Trump / Russian Timeline - The Most Prominent Players and Places
Trump / Russian Timeline - The Most Prominent Players and Places This is a WIP. As such here is the currently published google doc as you can keep up with any changes and additions, to which there will be many. Also the aforementioned google doc contains foot notes for each individual link as well, something i have not been able to figure out how to copy from its current formatting over to here, I apologize. This isn't about swaying anyone from right to left or vice versa. This is simply to lay out the facts as they are known in a concise manner and allow for individuals to form their own opinions on such. I have attempted to avoid conjecture or opinion whenever, and wherever, possible as to avoid in impartiality or bias in this manner. That being said, I will say this - I do not believe that this is a left or right issue. I do believe that, even if treated as a hypothetical, the questions that arise from this information and the possible answer that is generally arrived at due to such are damning, and in no small extent terrifying in their implication. Bellow is an outline of the most prominent people and places involving, or surrounding, Donald Trump and suspected ties to both the Russian government as well as the Russian mafia. This is not in alphabetical order, but rather in an attempt to be both a timeline of events as well as a collection of stated relevant information. This is a work in progress and as such will be updated regularly and the information is prone to change at any time. Any changes will be noted.
Suspected base for money laundering. Believed to have been built with mob money. Possibly used to shelter Russianmoney. Meeting place for suspected Trump / Russian conspiracy regarding the 2016 United States election. Supplemental reading regarding Trump Tower - 1, 2, 3
Soviet Ambassador from 1986 to 1990. Met with Donald Trump at a New York luncheon in 1986. Possibly responsible for Trump wishing to travel to The Soviet Union, for the first time, with the interest of both meeting then sitting president Mikhail Gorbachev and look into the possibility of Russian real estate deals. Supplemental reading - 1
Former soviet lawyer and First Chief Directorate...of the KGB. Believed to be responsible for Donald Trump’s first trip to Moscow. Believed to be possibly responsible for the first attempt at turning Trump to a Russian asset. Supplemental reading - 1
Donald Trump has declared 6 of his businesses bankrupt since 1991. Taj Mahal, bankruptcy declaredin 1991. Trump Castle declares bankruptcy in 1992. Trump Plaza Casinos declares bankruptcy in 1992. Trump Plaza Hotel declares bankruptcy in 1994. Trump Hotels and Casinos Resorts declares bankruptcy in 2004. Trump Entertainment Resorts declares bankruptcy in 2009. Supplemental reading - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
“The Donald Risk” (Mid 1990s)
Due to a series of questionable business decisions Donald Trump found himself largely unable to obtain loans from banks located in the United States. Concerns arise regarding Donald Trump’s $916 million lossfrom his 1995 tax returns. Supplemental reading - none at this time.
Trump / Russian Timeline - The Most Prominent Players and Places
Trump / Russian Timeline - The Most Prominent Players and Places This is a WIP. As such here is the currently published google doc as you can keep up with any changes and additions, to which there will be many. Also the aforementioned google doc contains foot notes for each individual link as well, something i have not been able to figure out how to copy from its current formatting over to here, I apologize. This isn't about swaying anyone from right to left or vice versa. This is simply to lay out the facts as they are known in a concise manner and allow for individuals to form their own opinions on such. I have attempted to avoid conjecture or opinion whenever, and wherever, possible as to avoid in impartiality or bias in this manner. That being said, I will say this - I do not believe that this is a left or right issue. I do believe that, even if treated as a hypothetical, the questions that arise from this information and the possible answer that is generally arrived at due to such are damning, and in no small extent terrifying in their implication. Bellow is an outline of the most prominent people and places involving, or surrounding, Donald Trump and suspected ties to both the Russian government as well as the Russian mafia. This is not in alphabetical order, but rather in an attempt to be both a timeline of events as well as a collection of stated relevant information. This is a work in progress and as such will be updated regularly and the information is prone to change at any time. Any changes will be noted.
Suspected base for money laundering. Believed to have been built with mob money. Possibly used to shelter Russian money. Meeting place for suspected Trump / Russian conspiracy regarding the 2016 United States election. Supplemental reading regarding Trump Tower - 1, 2, 3
Soviet Ambassador from 1986 to 1990. Met with Donald Trump at a New York luncheon in 1986. Possibly responsible for Trump wishing to travel to The Soviet Union, for the first time, with the interest of both meeting then sitting president Mikhail Gorbachev and look into the possibility of Russian real estate deals. Supplemental reading - 1
Former soviet lawyer and First Chief Directorate...of the KGB. Believed to be responsible for Donald Trump’s first trip to Moscow. Believed to be possibly responsible for the first attempt at turning Trump to a Russian asset. Supplemental reading - 1
Donald Trump has declared 6 of his businesses bankrupt since 1991. Taj Mahal, bankruptcy declaredin 1991. Trump Castle declares bankruptcy in 1992. Trump Plaza Casinos declares bankruptcy in 1992. Trump Plaza Hotel declares bankruptcy in 1994. Trump Hotels and Casinos Resorts declares bankruptcy in 2004. Trump Entertainment Resorts declares bankruptcy in 2009. Supplemental reading - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
“The Donald Risk” (Mid 1990s)
Due to a series of questionable business decisions Donald Trump found himself largely unable to obtain loans from banks located in the United States. Concerns arise regarding Donald Trump’s $916 million lossfrom his 1995 tax returns. Supplemental reading - none at this time.
I listened to over 400 albums, LP’s and EP’s in 2017. I wanted to share my list and experience with you
Hi reddit, Initially this started out as a typical 365 Albums in 365 Days challenge. We’ve seen them before haven’t we? You’ve probably even tried one yourself I imagine. I enjoy keeping lists, and tracking what I do over a particular. I already keep a list of what films I watch throughout a year, what books I’ve read, and so on. It only made sense for me to track the albums I listen to, and that’s how I ended up doing the challenge. However, I found myself also listening to a wide range of shorter EP’s and LP’s. When listening to EP’s it felt a bit like cheating. How could I justify listening to a 15 minute EP one day, and listen to a 3-hour triple-LP the next? I couldn’t, so to make it a bit fairer I increased the target to 400, and then to 430 which I was able to hit just after Christmas. Please note that this is just a silly little project that I would like to share with you all, I don't take music all that seriously, nor do I judge other's for their music tastes, I used to do this privately as a teenager but realised how much of a dense motherfucker I was, so doing this list has allowed me to come full circle in that regard. Below is a list of everything I listened to, but before that I should get into some context about my musical taste and some general notes on the list. I would advise reading these before jumping straight into the list, just so you have an idea of what to expect.
Notes on the list: So I listen to a wide variety of music, I don’t generally stick to one genre, although like anyone, I do have my favourites and preferences and this will become obvious as the list goes on. For context, my favourite genres (I’m going to deliberately cast a very wide net here) range from electronic, jazz, hard rock, metal, electro-swing, blues/roots rock and punk. Again, I would like to stress this is deliberately vague and a wide net just to give you a general idea of what I like and what to expect to find in the list. I know reddit is home to some the world's greatest pedants but I'm not going to debate if deadmau5 is progressive house, tech house or two-step-inspired-80s-funk-disco-big-beat. It doesn't matter to me. I will be the first to admit that there is a lack of some genres in this list, most notably hip-hop, especially compared to other genres. I’m a 26-year old white male from the UK countryside, I’m not exactly the first person you’d expect to listen to rap and grime and stuff Although I will admit, as the list goes on that number does start to grow - I will come back to this shortly. I should also provide a greater context for the start of the list, and why it starts out the way it does. Throughout 2016 I spent a large portion of the year listening to the back catalogue of Miles Davis. He has dozens of albums and I spent a huge chunk of the previous year going through them. You can actually see this in action at the very start with the three albums, Sorcerer, Nerfititi and Filles de Kilimanjaro all being played in a row right at the start. These were the last three of his major label albums I needed to listen to, so it kinda spilled over into 2017 I guess. The first album, Nearness, was nominated for best Jazz Instrumental Album in the Grammy’s back in January so I just saw that as a simple place to start I guess. How was I able to do this? Well I started the year working a part-time job in a small office, virtually by myself, I was essentially the only person in the office 80% of the time, and it allowed me to build up a huge collection of music to listen to. From dear favourites, to albums I probably should have already heard. (I will explain how I complied this shortly) I would work 6-hours a day, which if you include 40-minute-there-and-back commute allowed me to listen to as many as 7 albums/EP’s in a day, although this didn’t always happen. I also figured I could listen to a lot of albums in the gym, which I ended up doing. I would handpick more suitable, faster, more aggressive albums which didn’t always work- Snuff by Slipknot coming on in the middle of a great workout is an immediate hype-killer, albeit a lovely song. From August I switched jobs, and so the list slowed down considerably, but by that point I had already amassed 250 listens. The rest would be listened to in the gym, at home, or via my new 50-minute commute. I also listened to a lot of audiobooks in this time, I probably could have got close to 500 if I was even more dedicated. My methods of finding, storing and listening to albums simply came down to using spotify, specifically the Discover Weekly, Release Radar and Related Artists sections. I know this sounds like a bit of a shill, but I couldn’t believe how useful these tools are. My advice to anyone who is looking to find new bands/artists to listen to go to your favourite band’s spotify/deezetidal/apple music page and go through their related artists till you find one you like. Then go through their related artists pages, and so on. It starts slowly at first but as your tastes develop you begin to find more things you like, you understand them better, and learn to know what you like - classic example, I don’t like post-hardcore music. I just don’t like ‘shouty metal’ as I call it (there are a few odd exceptions, like anything but I generally don’t go in for it). However, as it turned out, I kinda like it when it’s a female vocalist doing it. I really enjoyed the sounds of Blood Command and Sumo Cyco for instance. Yes, I understand that these bands aren't 'post-hardcore' for you genre-pedants out there. So, what did I learn/find out? Going chronologically is that I’ve learned to love Metal again. For years I dismissed it as shouty, over-indulgent noise but finding bands that blur the line between rock and metal, as well as the weird and wonderful. In March I stumbled across Ghost and absolutely fell in love with them. The Satanic thing is of course a fun gimmick but I love the pop-filtered metal sound. It was exactly what I wanted. I really, really love the album Meliora. I’d also second this to the various symphonic-metal bands, particularly Nightwish and Within Temptation. Dark Passion Play and Hydra have quickly become all-time favourites. I could go on but I’m sure you metalheads will be able to find what you’re looking for in the list. Secondly, I learned to appreciate Kanye. So what you want about him as a person, his musical creations are phenomenal. I greatly adore his later work (MBDTF, Yeezus and TLOP) Yeezus in particular is another all-time favourite. I’m indifferent on the first three albums which I know is going to shock some people, they’re fine albums but I just prefer the later stuff. Third, I learned to like Grime. I always held off on it but after sampling the likes of Skepta, Stormzy and a few others I learned that when they bang, there is nothing else like it. This can be seen towards the final third/back end of the list. I know grime might not agree as a whole but Gangs Signs and Prayer was one of the best albums I heard from 2017, and if I were to do this list in 2018, there’d likely be more Grime present. Fourth, King Gizz are just amazing. End of. Just wanted to get that one out there. I’ll likely be starting 2018 with Gumboot Soup. Lastly, I wanted to do this to prove to myself that I really can learn to enjoy all kinds of different music, from a huge spectrum, and so can you. If you go in with an open mind you can appreciate all sorts of bands and artists, I looked forward to listening to even the most weird and experimental and I guess ‘challenging’ of music. Speaking of which, I would just like to point out that I only failed to finish two albums off this list: Toxicity by System of a Down and Sold Out by DJ Paypal. I just found SOAD to be annoying and frankly they just don’t click with me, although I have heard some of Serj’s other work which is great, I think I turned it off with about 4 songs left. Sorry SOAD fans, I see the appeal but it just simply didn’t click for me, it happens sometimes. The latter (Sold Out) just wasn’t very good in my opinion so I turned it off after about 10 or 15 minutes. It felt like it was put together by someone who didn’t understand how to compose music, like at all. There were maybe 3 or 4 other albums I turned off before finishing but I didn’t write these down. That’s enough from me, if you would like to know more about the list, or have any more specific questions or what I thought of a particular band/artist/song/album, ask away! Here is the list:
Nearness - Joshua Redman & Brad Mehldau
Vikings - New Politics
New Politics - New Politics
Sorcerer - Miles Davis
Nerfititi - Miles Davis
Filles de Kilimanjaro - Miles Davis
The Complete Bitches Brew Sessions - Miles Davis
The Storm - Tech N9ne
Nonagon Infinity - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
10 Ways To Steal Home Plate - Wolfgang Gartner
American IV: The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash
Trans Europe Express - Kraftwerk
Elvis Presley - Elvis
The College Dropout - Kanye West
Late Registration - Kanye West
Head Hunters - Herbie Hancock
A Love Supreme - John Coltrane
La La Land - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Naught - Stolen Babies
It Flew By - Electric Swing Circus
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy - Kanye West
Sunday at the Village Vanguard - Bill Evans Trio
Reset - Flying Lotus
Chulahoma- The Black Keys
Graduation - Kanye West
Sketches of Spain - Miles Davis
Disc-Overy - Tinie Tempah
For Lack of a Better Name - deadmau5
BLVCK MVGIC - Kill the Noise
To Pimp A Butterfly - Kendrick Lamar
Yeezus - Kanye West
Giant Steps - John Coltrane
Be Here Now - Oasis
Portrait in Jazz - Bill Evans Trio
Thrust - Herbie Hancock
Escape from Electric Mountain - Feed Me
Watch the Throne - Jay-Z/Kanye West
Animals - Pink Floyd
Time Out - The Dave Brubeck Quartet
Slipknot - Slipknot
The Good, The Bad and The Queen - The Good, The Bad and The Queen
High Visceral, Pt 1 - Psychedelic Porn Crumpets
Roosevelt - Roosevelt
Collide - Colleen D'agostino
Human - Rag n Bone Man
Float Along-Fill Your Lungs - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Heathen Chemistry - Oasis
The Fall - Gorillaz
Lucid Dreams - Antiloops
Random Album Title - deadmau5
Iowa - Slipknot
Under Stars - Amy MacDonald
Live Life Living - Example
Dumb Blood - VANT
A Bad Girl in Harlem - New Politics
Human After All - Daft Punk
Once - Nightwish
Drunk - Thundercat
Idle Moments - Grant Green
Flying Microtonal Banana - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Pure Heroine - Lorde
Country for Old Men - John Schofield
Divide - Ed Sheeran
Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses - Slipknot
Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against the Machine
Opus Eponymous - Ghost
I See You - The xx
Different Creatures - Circa Waves
The Evolution of Man - Example
Stuff I used to do - deadmau5
The New Vice - Otherkin
Channel The Spirits - The Comet is Coming
All Hope is Gone - Slipknot
Dark Passion Play - Nightwish
Infestissumam - Ghost
Everything's Beautiful - Robert GlaspeMiles Davis
Pattern + Grid World - Flying Lotus
Ascension: Edition I - John Coltrane
Jazz Samba - Stan Getz and Charlie Byrd
Midnight Menu - TOKiMONSTA
Study Guide - Question and Freddie Joachim
Don't You Wanna - The Amazons
Imaginaerum - Nightwish
Born To Die - Lana Del Rey
A/B - Kaleo
Young Blindness - The Murlocs
Rough Cuts - Parov Stelar
Don't Believe The Truth - Oasis
The 201 - Otherkin
Led Zeppelin- Led Zeppelin
Zawadi - Kimyan Law
Settle - Disclosure
Perceptions of Pacha - Goldfish
To The Stars - Feed Me
Playing in the Shadows - Example
Introducing Christian Scott - Christian Scott
The Balcony - Catfish and the Bottlemen
808s and Heartbreak - Kanye West
The Velvet Underground & Nico - The Velvet Underground and Nico
Weather Report - Weather Report
2112 - Rush
The Day is My Enemy - The Prodigy
Meliora - Ghost
Venice - Anderson Paak
Until The Quiet Comes - Flying Lotus
Monk's Dream - Thelonious Monk
Cosmic Intoxication - TOKiMONSTA
xx - The xx
Skin - Flume
DAMN. - Kendrick Lamar
Angels Fall First - Nightwish
Roots and Herbs - Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers
This is the Life - Amy MacDonald
Everyday Robots - Damon Albarn
Melt Yourself Down - Melt Yourself Down
Sub Focus - Sub Focus
Los Angeles - Flying Lotus
Oceanborn- Nightwish
The Burning Spider - Parov Stelar
1039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours - Green Day
Last Evenings on Earth - Melt Yourself Down
Split the Atom - Nosia
Cult Drugs - Blood Command
Led Zeppelin II - Led Zeppelin
Humanz - Gorillaz
ROCKISDEAD - Dorothy
Bishop Briggs - Bishop Briggs
Sophisticated Ignorance - Kronic
Out of the Pit - Kobra and the Lotus
Lazers Not Included - Wilkinson
Prophecy - The Comet is Coming
Century Child - Nightwish
Black Focus - Yussef Kamaal
Dig Out Your Soul - Oasis
Time Machine - The Tazers
Wish I Had An Angel - Nightwish
Memories...Do Not Open - The Chainsmokers
Money Sucks, Friends Rule - Dillon Francis
Five Inches of a Car Accident - Blood Command
Desiderium - TOKiMONSTA
Mister Asylum - Highly Suspect
Get Busy Living - Goldfish
House of Gold & Bones Pt 1 - Stone Sour
Barbara Barbara, we face a shining future - Underworld
Blue and Lonesome - The Rolling Stones
III - Moderat
Smokin' At The Half Note - Wynton Kelly Trio and Wes Montgomery
Blue Train - John Coltrane Sextet
Willoughby's Beach - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Modern Life is Rubbish - Blur
channel ORANGE - Frank Ocean
The Life of Pablo - Kanye West
FOREVE - TOKiMONSTA
The Unforgiving - Within Temptation
Currents - Lux Pacific
Amaranthe - Amaranthe
Evil Empire - Rage Against the Machine
Kobra and the Lotus - Kobra and the Lotus
Ascension: Edition II - John Coltrane
Polygon - Battle Tapes
12 Bar Bruise - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Red Light Fix - The Dirty Youth
The Invisible Girl - Parov Stelar
You’re Invited - Gavin Turek & TOKiMONSTA
Paradise - Lana Del Rey
Canvas - Robert Glasper
Ghostclocks - Blood Command
Hypnotic - Wilkinson
Spectrum - Billy Cobham
The Amazons - The Amazons
Lonerism- Tame Impala
Exchange - The JuJu
Ah Um - Charles Mingus
Fanfares - GoGo Penguin
House of Gold & Bones Pt 2 - Stone Sour
Torus - Sub Focus
Love in the 4th Dimension - The Big Moon
Everybody Digs Bill Evans - Bill Evans Trio
Arcade Fire (EP) - Arcade Fire
Radio Moscow - Radio Moscow
The Ride - Catfish and the Bottlemen
Chapter 7 - Ezra Collective
End of an Era - Nightwish
All Killer, No Filler - Sum 41
Exit Planet Dust - The Chemical Brothers
Sound of Silver - LCD Soundsystem
We're All Mad Here - Tut Tut Child
Feed Me's Family Reunion- Feed Me
The Black Halo - Kamelot
Chuck - Chuck Berry
Songs for the Deaf - Queens of the Stone Age
I LOVE JAN LUNDGREN TRIO - Jan Lundgren Trio
Enema of the State - blink-182
Hard Normal Daddy - Squarepusher
Are You Satisfied? - Slaves
If You Have Ghost - Ghost
High Priestess - Kobra and the Lotus
How Did We Get So Dark? - Royal Blood
Melodrama - Lorde
Slowdive - Slowdive
Young Chasers - Circa Waves
Different Gear, Still Speeding - Beady Eye
If You Wait - London Grammar
The English Riviera - Metronomy
Malibu - Anderson Paak
In Utero - Nirvana
Starfucker - STRFKR
Nubya's 5ive - Nubya Garcia
Gravity X - Truckfighters
Oddments - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
On The Corner - Miles Davis
Moanin' - Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers
Animalia- Mammal Hands
Space is the Place - Sun Ra
Coexist - The xx
Rumours - Fleetwood Mac
Death to the Planet - The Comet is Coming
Does This Look Infected? - Sum 41
In Search Of... - N.E.R.D
Somewhere in Between - Braxton Cook
Welcome Reality - Nero
Design Your Universe - Epica
Mars Red Sky - Mars Red Sky
Box of Secrets - Blood Red Shoes
Spiritual Unity - Albert Ayler
An Awesome Wave - alt-J
The Boy Who Died Wolf - Highly Suspect
Maybes - Mount Kimbie
Sketch on Glass - Mount Kimbie
New Eyes - Clean Bandit
Every Valley - Public Service Broadcasting
Theatre of Dimensions- Xandria
Music For An Accelerated Culture - Hadouken!
Diaspora - Christian Scott
Feed Me’s Psychedelic Journey - Feed Me
Extended Play - Baby Strange
The Shadow Self - Tarja
Keep Moving On - Friends In Tokyo
Wisdom of Elders - Shabaka and the Ancestors
I Sing The Body Electric - Weather Report
Sold Out - DJ Paypal
The Nothing - The Last Dinosaur
XIII - Mushroomhead
Dig Your Own Hole - The Chemical Brothers
Saint Cecilia - Foo Fighters
Prohibition Swing - Lyre Le Temps
Random Access Memories - Daft Punk
White Noise - The Living End
Eye To The Telescope - KT Tunstall
The Shape of Jazz To Come - Ornette Coleman
The Bones Of What You Believe - CHVRCHES
Loopholes - The Murlocs
Toys - Crewdson
Form - Battle Tapes
Paper Mâché Dream Balloon - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
Led Zeppelin III - Led Zeppelin
Coeur Calme- Kimyan Law
Cosmogramma - Flying Lotus
Know No Better - Major Lazer
Superunknown - Soundgarden
Prevail I - Kobra and the Lotus
Miles Davis and Milt Jackson Quintet/Sextet - Miles Davis & Milt Jackson
Dim Lit - Polar Bear
SBTRKT - SBTRKT
Miles Davis And Horns - Miles Davis
Pip Paine (Pay The £5000 You Owe) - Metronomy
Born For This - 7kingz
Dedication: The Start - 7kingz
Dedication: The Finish - 7kingz
After Laughter - Paramore
Endless Forms Most Beautiful - Nightwish
Overly Dedicated- Kendrick Lamar
The Silent Force - Within Temptation
Go Plastic - Squarepusher
Royal Deluxe - Royal Deluxe
Straight Outta Burbank - Stone Sour
Cult of the New Beat - Blood Command
Make Rock Great Again - Kaiser Franz Josef
Midnight Cometh - Wo Fat
Phi - Truckfighters
Hacktivist - Hacktivist
Enter - Within Temptation
The Beyond/Where The Giants Roam - Thundercat
Devil Electric - Devil Electric
Sketches of Brunswick East - King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard/Mild High Club
… For The Whole World To See - Death
The New Sounds - Miles Davis
Demonstration - Tinie Tempah
The Way of the Fist - Five Finger Death Punch
Together, As One - Dinosaur
God Save the Teen - Strange Bones
The Quantum Enigma - Epica
Stone Sour - Stone Sour
We The Rats - Strange Bones
In A Silent Way - Miles Davis
One Day As A Lion EP - One Day As A Lion
Mother Earth - Within Temptation
Sun Giant - Fleet Foxes
She’s Here Now - Estrons
Experience - The Prodigy
Maiden Voyage - Herbie Hancock
Headspin - Black Honey
Music is Rotted One Note - Squarepusher
color & monochrome - bohemianvoodoo/Fox Capture Plan
Ouroboros - Ruby the Hatchet
Call Him A Doctor - GFOTY
Section 80 - Kendrick Lamar
Falling Into Pieces - Black Casino and the Ghost
Born For This - Royal Deluxe
Whip It On - The Ravonettes
How to be a Human Being - Glass Animals
Concrete and Gold - Foo Fighters
Mania - Truckfighters
Please Please Me - The Beatles
Night Lights - Gerry Mulligan Sextet
Nuclear Blast (Bonus) - Nightwish
Hand Us The Alpha Male - Blood Command
Legendary EP - Welshly Arms
War is the Answer - Five Finger Death Punch
Save Yourself - SBTRKT
Gold Dust - The Dirty Youth
AVĪCI (01) - Avicii
The Holographic Principle - Epica
Richard D. James Album - Aphex Twin
Budakhan Mindphone - Squarepusher
Come What(ever) May - Stone Sour
color & monochrome 2 - bohemianvoodoo/Fox Capture Plan
The Heart of Everything- Within Temptation
What Am I Going To Do With Everything I Know? - The Weather Station
Gang Signs and Prayer - Stormzy
Wild Honey - The Beach Boys
XX - Dawnbringer
Prophets of Rage - Prophets of Rage
Time and Space - Moses Boyd
Companion - Braids
Hailey Tuck - Hailey Tuck
Halestorm - Halestorm
Voodoo Swing - The Vaude Villainz
Boiling Point - Tech N9ne
Join the Q - The Qemists
As You Were - Liam Gallagher
Heliocentrics x GLK - Heliocentrics/Gaslamp Killer
Harmony of Difference - Kamasi Washington
Cardinal - Pinegrove
EP - BARTEK
Konnichiwa - Skepta
The Decline of British Sea Power - British Sea Power
Swagger - Flogging Molly
The Decline - NOFX
Hydra - Within Temptation
In A Beautiful Place Out in the Country - Boards of Canada
Popestar - Ghost
A Giant Warrior Descends on Tokyo - Feed Me
Snake EP - P Money
Foo Fighters - Foo Fighters
Lost in Translation - New Politics
The Social Network - Trent ReznoAtticus Ross
Frost/Nixon (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) - Hans Zimmer
Party All the Way to the Hospital - Blood Command
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (Original Score) - Tyler Bates
No Roots - Alice Merton
Audio Secrecy - Stone Sour
Dunkirk (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) - Hans Zimmer
USS (Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker) - New World Alphabet
Kind of Blue - Miles Davis
Back to the Future - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
Danger Twins - Danger Twins
For The Masses - Hadouken!
S/T - Gost
Toys - Broken & Remixed - Crewdson
Muscle Museum - Muse
Covers EP - Welshy Arms
Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds - Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds
The Storm - ZZ Ward
Til The Casket Drops - ZZ Ward
Lun - Destiny Potato
Dual - Sampha
Snake EP 2 - P Money
Toxicity - System of a Down
13 Voices - Sum 41
Uh Huh - Danger Twins
Idiom - Joe Armon-Jones/Maxwell Owin
Valley of the Snake - Ruby The Hatchet
Petals - Darlia
No Bullshit - Avelino
So In Love - Hailey Tuck
OK - Otherkin
Lazy Afternoon - Zara McFarlane
Go Away EP - Milk Teeth
Encore - DJ Snake
Quiet Things - Colleen D’Agostino
I’m In Your Mind Fuzz - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
No Sleep EP - K2 World/Sir Spyro
Pandora’s Piñata - Diablo Swing Orchestra
Villains - Queens of the Stone Age
Health - Alpha Male Tea Party
Elephant - The White Stripes
No Talk EP - Capo Lee
Fly 4 Life - Route 94
Have Yourself A Very KT Christmas - KT Tunstall
Hydrograd - Stone Sour
Talk Like Thunder - VANT
Sad Sack - Milk Teeth
Everyday is Christmas - Sia
BARTEK - BARTEK
Twelve Tales of Christmas - Tom Chaplin
A Very Decent Christmas - Mad Decent
Pacifisticuffs - Diablo Swing Orchestra
Christmas at the Piano - Kevin Duncan
Dead Sara - Dead Sara
Winter Fantasy - David Arkenstone/Charlee Brooks
Carols from Kings - The Choir of Kings College, Cambridge
I looked at the man with unwilling disdain, he was hardly the most approachable character. In the background I could see staff miserably toiling, the sun was hot, and the men looked dirty and overworked. 'So...' Fortyn Kildare insisted, 'Like I said. All the information about the murder was provided at the time. What exactly are you hoping to dig up now??' ‘Well there’s nothing TO dig up’ I smiled, ‘The body was dumped in plain sight. I don’t really need any information about the death Mr Kildare. Have you had anyone suspicious working on your staff in the past two years?’ ‘As I told the bloody cops—’ Fortyn cursed; ‘Every cunt that works here is suspect. We’re working twelve hour days here Mr investigator. Don’t suspect you know what this kind of work is like, but this isn’t exactly the best job out there. We attract all kinds here.’ I had to squint temporarily from the glare of the sun bouncing off a metal girder. ‘Don’t you have some kind of a union Mr Kildare?’. Fortyn glared menacingly, then leant over to speak more softly; ‘Too right we do. Matter of fact, there’s been a lot of action lately. Just like the old days you know. Well, they’re trying to pull a shifty on the working class again.’ ‘Oh yeah, really?’ I prompted. ‘Damn straight it is…Ever since Howard’s work choices, these new contractual cheats, you can sign a form that agrees to just about anything. They’ve got fake companies set up to take care of the unions, and we’re all working twelve hours. If you complain they’ll send you off site, or sack you. My great, great grandfather was there at the rallies— back in 1856 —when the Stonemasons won the eight hour day you know. They think they can pull the wool over our eyes, but we’re regrouping. Just like the old days, down at the docks. In the casino’s. The Unions are coming back. You better fuckin’ believe it—— What’s wrong with that eh?’ I could see that Fortyn Kildare was not going to be particularly helpful, and his tangent interests showed pretty clearly that he knew absolutely nothing about the murder. I didn’t want to waste my ten minutes, before Pex escorted from the premises, but I asked Kildare one last question for good measure, ‘Have you ever heard about Slaughter Theatre— Mr Kildare?’ The ocker man almost spat the words ‘NO!’ at me, and I quickly consoled the impatient mullet donning gruff that I wasn’t going to take up any more of his time; ‘Thanks for your help’. I walked slowly in a maudlin fashion back towards the front fences, as other tradies had begun hollering and leering at me….trudging over dirt and loose stones. I couldn’t think of much else to look at, the exhausted workers around me didn’t seem worth bothering. My own inner monologue was echoing the sentiment expressed by Drendyl Pex— that this pursuit was little more than a wild donkey chase. A mad conspiracy theory. Nonetheless, what Pex had said about the two crimes displaying traits of a potential serial killer had got me thinking, and I realised I needed to get home and do some more research on the press surrounding the Alice Goddard murder. As I was walking out the gate, I noticed the receptionist, (who was apparently not a receptionist) smoking a cigarette out on the street, and my sleuth’s intuition told me it was worth staying for one last round of questioning. I approached her calmly. ‘Let me guess, Vogue menthol thins.’ The woman turned, breathing out smoke and pouting, the thin white cigarette in her hand fell down to her side; ‘How did you guess?’ She asked. ‘Ex smokers hunch.’ I replied, ‘I have a sixth sense when it comes to horoscopes and cigarette brands. It comes with constant investigation. You get to know people’s types.’ ‘Is that right?’ The woman responded amused but cynical, ‘What star sign am I then?’ ‘Judging from what i’ve seen of you’ I said thoughtfully, ‘I’d say Gemini, there’s more to you than there seems.’ The woman raised her eyebrow, partially impressed; “May twenty. Just off the mark Mr Dronefire. But you were close. My mother always told me I was a cusp Taurus.’ ‘Ms Weabley isn’t it?’ I checked. ‘Lisa’ she replied, holding out her hand in an informal re-greeting. ‘Mr Pex tells me you work in occupational health and safety here. So you must have a pretty good handle on what’s occurred on and off this site.’ ‘Listen Mr Dronefire, you really ought to speak to Mr Pex in regards to—‘ ’Mr Pex told me I could speak to you, I assure you, this place is not under investigation. Actually I was just wondering if you’d ever seen a film crew working on the site. Maybe a stupid question.’ ‘Huh?’, Lisa changed her tone drastically, ’Now…. why would you ask that?’ ‘I’m trying to track down someone who may have shot a video here.’ I continued, ‘You have had a film crew here then?’ ‘Yes. I mean…’ Ms Weabley stuttered and thought for a moment, she had a strangely compelling face, especially when deep in thought, mousey blond hair falling over her creased forehead… ‘We do promotional marketing. Social media videos.. and….’ ‘—Would you have had any film crew in the yards any time near July last year?’ I asked. ‘Yes.’ Lisa replied anxiously, ‘We were particularly active mid last year, then it slowed down, didn’t film anything September till Christmas.’ ‘Do you have a regularly production crew you work with?’ ‘Not right now….No…but…’ Lisa contemplated it, ‘We did have a specific crew back then. Sure. Hey… I can send you the production call sheet with the contacts of everyone who worked on those jobs, will that help?’ ‘Brilliant, yes. Thank you Ms Weabley.’ We exchanged contact details and I returned to my car, shortly I was back in the air conditioning of my Valiant Charger, on the road for an afternoon drink in Fitzroy. I had a taste for that rum Mr Pex had given me, and managed to track one down at the old rum house, Gunnery white spiced. Seven rums later and the investigation had pleasantly left my mind. Dreams of falling men in suits, alien flowers and twisting vines tangled in a web. Monday morning and my paranoia was back in full force, when the email from Lisa Weabley showed up in my inbox. The call sheet Ms Weabley sent was amateurish and brief, but it did give me a list of people to call. I spent that morning dialling numbers. There was no director listed, which I found marginally strange. The cameraman, Mark Virafi must have changed his number in the past year, because the number listed on the call sheet had a disconnected Telstra message, or it was bad data entry. Next on the list was an editor, by the name of Lumborg Hames. I didn’t get through the first or second time I called. Left a bunch of voice mail messages and texts, and finally got a call back around lunch time. He was a very softly spoken guy, definitely your introverted, creative type. I told him a simple version of my background to the case, and he agreed to meet up for a chat in a Richmond cafe. He lived on Gwynne St in Cremorne, down towards the water. From my understanding it was only a short distance from Stephenson Street where notorious criminal Dennis Allen once lived. I met with Lumborg Hames on Tuesday. I was sitting in the Red Dog cafe, and i’d grown starving before Mr Hames arrived, so I ordered a big breakfast. When Lumborg arrived I was hoeing into a bacon and hash brown sandwich covered in baked beans. Mr Hames stood awkwardly around for a while, looking back and forth nervously until I noticed him and called out; ‘Mr Hames?’. He was a big guy, very wide in girth, having what some might describe as a ‘neck beard’, a fluffy coating over numerous chins, and his beady-but-kind eyes looked out of round glasses. He was wearing the sort of cheesy comedy T-shirt you might have found at Granny May’s in the nineties, text said something dumb like ‘Whatever you want. The answer is NO’. Lumborg nervously sat in front of me, and I apologised for ordering before he arrived, but he told me in his wafting soft voice that he had already eaten. When the waitress came over he ordered a coffee, and I followed his lead. ‘Thanks for coming Mr Hames, I do appreciate you giving me your time. I know you're probably a busy editor.’ ‘Not really’ Lumborg confessed, almost too candidly, ‘I work freelance, between jobs at the moment, so…..i’ve got time.’ There was an awkward silence, where I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to feign empathy, or just pretend like his job insecurity was normal. Luckily Lumborg quickly broke the silence; ‘Sooo…. You want to know about when I was working at the Three Vertice construction company I guess?’ ’Sort of…’ I replied, not even a hundred percent sure what I was doing myself here yet; ‘But first… humour me… Have you ever heard of something called ‘Slaughter Theatre’ Mr Hames?’ The robust and timid man, suddenly perked up in his seat, his large belly almost jiggling somewhat, ‘Ha… well I didn’t think this chat would get so interesting so quickly. Sure, I know about the trilogy. I work in production, it’s like workers lore.’ ‘You think it’s real?’ I asked directly, feeling my way into Mr Hames psychological profile. ‘Pssssh…No.’ Hames said, ‘If only. No……i’ve never seen any of the alleged footage if that’s what you’re asking. Although i’ve heard plenty of rumours,…worked with people who claim to have seen it…worked on it….’ ‘Interesting. When you were working at Three Vertice construction company did anyone mention Slaughter Theatre?’ I continued... ‘Huh?’ Hames looked at me curiously, ‘Funny you should ask that. Well…first up.. I should tell you, I never actually went to Three Vertice Construction yards.' 'What?' 'I was working on editing some test filming they were doing, that much is true. But everything I did was based out of Hapless Creative Studios in Brunswick. That’s the production company who outsourced freelance editors for the Three Vertice job. I mean, I saw a lot of the construction yards, I watched the same footage about a million times over, you know. But physically I never set foot there.’ ‘Right,’ I said, not having considered this, ‘But you were in contact with other production staff? You must have dealt with Mark Virafi, the cameraman, at least…. i’m guessing?’ ‘Oh sure. Mark came in all the time, to give me the SD cards with the footage on them… you know…’ ‘It’s funny’, I said, ‘I couldn’t get through to him, Mark, I mean…do you know if he’s changed his number?’ ‘I haven’t spoken to Mark in over a year, actually….I ….heard something ….happened to him….. earlier in the year. A car accident or something.’ I tried to trace my line of reasoning for being here, had to keep drilling if I was going to hit oil; ‘What about Drendyl Pex, did you ever meet him?’ ‘The Director?’ Lumborg asked? ‘No…' I replied skeptically, 'The owner….. of Three Vertice Construction.’ ‘Oh…. right…’ Lumborg gave a strange look, ‘To be honest, the moment you asked me about Slaughter Theatre my mind went somewhere else. See the truth is, I…… I did have massive conversations about Slaughter Theatre whilst I was working on the construction videos. You…probably… should speak to my friend Ted Stevens… my understanding… he’s worked for …Mr…Pex quite a bit in the past— in fact that’s how I got the job at TVC in the first place. Ted lives in Richmond not far from here, I can take you round to his place, i’ve been meaning to visit him for a while—to see if he’s got any work going—‘ ‘That would be great.. Do you think you could call him now?’ ‘Sure…. um…’ Lumborg was strangely and increasingly hesitant, pulling out his old school mobile phone, then pausing and lowering it again; ‘…you’re not squeamish or anything are you?’ ‘How do you mean?’ I asked. ‘Well— it’s just. Ted, and his partner, the company they run….. well it’s kind of a porn company. There’s a good chance they’ll be filming and…. well I just wouldn’t want you to feel weird about—‘ ’That’s fine— I have no problem with that…‘ That afternoon turned out to bear strange fruits indeed. I drove, whilst Lumborg directed me to the house, (and home office studio) of Ted Stevens and Dorothy Lench, an odd and highly eccentric Melbourne couple I was about to learn way more about than I ever bargained for. They lived on a fairly well to do street of Richmond, with nice terrace houses lining the leafy streets. As we left the vehicle Lumborg told me that he had called Ted, and they were expecting me, but he suddenly grew strangely timid, and it took a moment to draw it out of him, he was anxious about being on a pornography set, and wanted to know if it was ok if he left me to it. Of course, I consented him to depart, and shortly I was knocking on the strange ornate door, with the delicately carved metal knocker shaped like the logo for the 1992 ‘Bram Stoker Dracula’ film. I heard shuffling footsteps slowly coming to the door, and finally the mahogany opened to reveal a strange man, with a quiff of black hair with a grey streak, a pink nightgown, slightly open to reveal a hairy chest…. and bunny slippers; ‘Oh helloooo…. you must be Mr Dronefire? I’ve just been speaking to Lumborg…’ the man observed. ’Ted Stevens?’ I asked confounded, not expecting a man of this…. calibre to answer the door. ‘Marvelous…. an actual private investigator… what a fantastic character study..’ Ted said… ‘We have P.I’s in our productions all the time, but i’ve never met a real one… Dorothy? Dorothy?? You have to come and meet our real life— Private Dick…’ A feminine voice called out from a room far down the long hallway, and shortly thereafter a bright, and sprightly figure hopped and scampered down the hallway, she was wearing a costume straight out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, puffy red skirt and fishnet stockings. Dorothy Lench had far less enthusiasm in her face however, she pouted mysteriously, but her eyes scrunched up in a kind of scowl. ‘Whadda we need a P.I for? We’re shooting a bleedin’ outback scene, it’s a bloody desert fuck…not a noir….’ ‘Im terribly sorry..’ I interjected, ‘I hope i’m not interrupting your work. I’m doing some inquiries into an urban legend surrounding a series of videos——’ ’Oooh fuck me…’ Dorothy burst out laughing, ‘He is a real Private Dick isn’t he. Mandy, what’d’you think of our new Dick?’ A voluptuous blonde, naked from the waist up, with thick, heavenly hair bobbing around her shoulders was now walking up the hallway. I felt my eyes drop nervously to the floor, enchanted by the bare woman’s beauty, as she came closer, her features grew more and more recognisable. Ted meanwhile had draped a long, fluffy scarf around me like he was decorating a christmas tree, his large grin showed an innate mischieviousness, and the freckles on his face added to this impishness; ‘Forgive us, we get terribly excited when we have guests on set. Production can be very stressful, you understand, we work hard, we play hard. Now Mandy, I think you are making our friend here VERY hard.’ I blushed, unable to contain my secret awareness silent; ‘Forgive me. uh….madam… But you’re Mandy, from the “Mandy is randy Down Under” series, aren’t you?’ I blushed. ‘Mandy Thumbridge.’ The buxom blonde stated proudly, ‘You’re a fan of my work?’ ‘I’m aware of the—’ I confessed. ‘Oh come now—‘ Ted scolded, leaping about the room like a mad pixie, ‘Be honest young man, it’s ok to admit to watching pornography. Besides this woman is an artist. You needn’t be ashamed to confess that you like art. Need you now?’ ‘She’s a wonderful actress’ I allowed. ’She’s a goddess` Ted elaborated, ‘All we school boys can do is worship, at the altar of Venus…’ as Ted Spoke, Dorothy Lench had returned to the room carrying an actual carving of the Greek Goddess, placing it in the centre of the hallway, the two mad producers then proceeded to dance around the statue in their grotesque costumes. Mandy Thumbridge, the porn star, meanwhile crossed her arms over her bare chest and turned a mocking expression and lippy pout. She was pure eroticism, I found I had to avert my gaze continually. Ted was evidently quite high, and had become totally distracted, both from his work, and from my investigation, and he was now completely absorbed in his strange ritualistic dance around the statue of Venus. As he chanted, and mimicked cliche native American gestures, he murmured strange turns of phrase, which sounded as though they had come out of an abandoned script for some demented horror production; ‘Gods, pixies and elves, dancers on the periphery of our imagination, we are married to the Goddess of lust, bring us our givings, before ol’ Cronus, god of time cuts our days short, and ends this marvellous Saturnalia, ho….hum… ho…hum…. Shiva the destroyer, grant us this day of sin….’ ‘Excuse me—‘ I interrupted, quite fed up with the parlour games, ‘I certainly don’t want to rain on your parade, but i’m afraid the reason for my visit is a rather sombre one. I’m investigating two murders which occurred in the last two years.’ Ted and Dorothy stopped their joyous dance, and came to a standstill, as Mandy scrambled to put on a bra. ‘Well… that’s a bit of a buzzkill, isn’t it?’ Ted scoffed. ‘Mr Stevens’ I asked impatiently, ‘Are you aware of rumours surrounding a snuff video known as ‘Slaughter Theatre’ or the Slaughter Theatre trilogy. A cold expression suddenly took over everyone’s faces, Ted grimaced and Dorothy began to lurk in the background. ‘Well…. of course we have…. Mandy learned about death that way, didn’t you babe?’ Ted commented rather coldly and cruelly. The beautiful Miss Thumbridge suddenly burst into tears, and covered her face with her hands, retreating to one of the other rooms. I could gather the momentum to do little else than stare spellbound. ‘I’m afraid that’s a rather sore subject matter Mr Dick’ said Ted, as he and Dorothy fell into a faux traumatic hug with one another. I indicated with a gesture that I was going to follow Miss Thumbridge and ask her some questions; ‘Do you mind if I—‘ Dorothy and Ted both waved their hands as if to tie their hands from it, ‘Go ahead’ Ted said anxiously. As I walked down the hallway I could see a large production set in the far room, filled with cardboard cutouts of cactuses and other cliche desert backgrounds. I could hear sobbing emanating from one of the side rooms, and moved to open the door. The room I entered was also decked out as a kind of film set; a science fiction style scene of alien geography of a foreign planet, with a lush queen sized bed out of place in the middle of the mars-like terrain. The walls and roof were black, with recognisable stars and planets in the background. Mandy was sitting on the expensive pink bed and weeping profoundly. I was relieved to see that she had covered up. I sat next to her on the bed; ‘Miss Thumbridge’ I said gently, ‘I’m very sorry that you obviously have something deeply sad which has affected you. But I must push you, as two young women have been murdered, and anything you know about this snuff trilogy may help get to the bottom of the crimes.’ Mandy looked up through large, manga eyes, her face flushed and covered in tears; ‘Of course I want to help’ she sobbed. ‘You obviously have some kind of story about this.. you worked on—‘ ‘— I don’t know if it was a body… you see all kinds of things on set. You don’t always ask questions. Especially when you’re a naughty picture actress. Sometimes it’s just nice to have a real part, where you don’t have to take your top off and perform oral sex, y’know?’ ‘What pictures are you talking about Mandy?’ I asked, ‘You feel like you saw something unusual on one of the sets you worked on?’ ‘I don’t really feel comfortable talking about it’ Mandy looked down coyly. ‘Just give me something to work on Mandy, anything? The name of the people who filmed you. Something…’ I begged. ’It was…. i’m sorry… i’m sorry… I can’t… Talk to Ted and Dorothy… they know as much as me…. please….’ Mandy burst into tears again, and I rubbed her back consolingly, then quietly, I departed the bizarre outer-space set. Ted and Dorothy were now sitting on couches in the main foyer, their body language had become closed and they were no longer happy or enthusiastic looking. I walked into the centre of the foyer, trying to appear vulnerable. ‘Mandy is very upset, but she seems to think that the two of you might be in a better position to tell me about whatever compromising scenario she was placed in on one of the sets.’ Ted looked at Dorothy with appreciable mental strain, both were not liking the angle of questioning, so I tried to take an alternate route to the destination, interrupting their thoughts; ‘You two are married, or in an open relationship? I don’t mean to pry….’ The question worked perfectly, exactly as I had hoped. The two clearly thrived on sexual controversy, and loved nothing more than to gloat their eccentricities to a conservative audience; ‘Typical assumption you’d expect from a CIS white male, unfortunately Ted and I don’t fit so neatly into your census form boxes.’ ‘My partner Dorothy identifies as gender fluid, bisexual,’ Ted said proudly and pretentiously; ‘And as for myself, I mostly prefer the description of Pan——sexual, if one must have a sexual tag-line at all. I’d suggest that your prejudiced question itself was an act of violence… but no doubt you’d brand me a social justice warrior, and jump online with your white supremacist friends, or bring your thug cronies around to lynch us, or brand us satanic pornographers and call the police.’ ‘Mr Stevens, I meant no offence.’ I said, ‘I only ask, because i’m interested in Mandy. Do you often participate in the sexual acts in your films yourselves? Is Mandy frequently called to engage with unknown actors or actresses.’ ‘Everything we do at our studio is extremely safe…’ Ted snapped, my plan was working, ‘We have never compromised our actors or actresses, or made them do anything that wasn’t stated clearly in their contracts when they agreed to work… as for other studios, Pex and his crew… I have no responsibility for what happens.’ ‘I’m sorry…’ I asked, ‘Drendyl Pex?’ ‘Sure.’ Ted said without thinking, ‘You didn’t know he was a director? Surely you must have realised that Three Vertice Construction was a front for other business ventures.’ ‘Drendyl Pex works in the porn industry?’ I asked. ‘Drendyl Pex runs the porn industry…’ Ted affirmed with vitriol. ‘And Mandy, she’s worked for Drendyl…’ ‘Listen….’ Ted said standing up, ‘I’m very happy to help a friend of Lumborg Hames, but I don’t think i’m going to be able to help much more with your line of questioning.’ Slowly, but surely, Ted escorted me to the front door, as Dorothy ignored me, and sobbing still reverberated through walls —from the other room. I left the Stevens house feeling even more highly strung and on edge. ——————————————————————————————————————————————— The next few months were an all consuming blur, fully strung up on the case, I investigated every avenue of intrigue I could. I spoke to countless people in the creative industry who were inadvertently linked to Drendyl Pex. There were many rumours and bizarre stories about the eccentric secret head of the vice industry in Australia. Legends had Drendyl Pex known to wear velvet capes, and strange masks during his directorial stints, orgies and wild parties. I spoke to someone who had worked on scripts for Drendyl Pex’s production company, the bizarre horror stories had grotesqueries straight out of the Grand Guignol. Every mention of the plots created by Pex’s crew, never failed to embellish the perversity, utter distastefulness and horrendously realistic gore depicted in the films. Nonetheless, I grew tired of all the hapless hearsay. So many accounts presented the facts of the trilogy, as something that could and had been found, countless times, in second hand stores or on the shelves of private VHS collectors. So I began to spend my weekends trawling through garage sales all over Melbourne, I called private collectors, searching through their immense VHS and DVD collections. I met the owners of ex-video store rentals, went to reverse garbage yards and pawn shops, but never once came across the mysterious VHS tape emblazoned with red letters. I knew I was getting close to the truth, but something about the things I was learning made me abysmally afraid. Another strange occurrence happened when I showed up at a media industry party. I had attended the event only because I knew certain people who were connected to Pex’s alleged productions were going to be there. Ted Stevens brother was there, Gerald, a producer, also a number of actors who had worked in the same pornography films as Mandy Thumbridge. It was a costume party, rave, in a secret nightclub decked out in the third floor of the heritage-listed, historic, Royal Exhibition building. As I walked through highly intoxicated and drug addled crowds at the rave I was awestruck by the bizarre costumes and ornate antique decorations adorning the hall. I passed a couple dressed as Azaria Chamberlain and a full-sized man-dingo costume, then came a group of Australian Prime ministers, their intricate plastic masks were quite impressive; Bob Hawke, Robert Menzies, Gough Whitlam. Electronic music played as I walked through the crowds, trying to observe whilst still blending in, a group of drunken louts had noticed me and were laughing and pointing, their costumes; a biker, a soldier, an indigenous warrior and a doctor —resembled a kind of Village People ensemble, all the while strobe lights provided a sinister ambience. One of the girls the village people men were with was wearing a Madonna style cone shaped bra, and was drawing a lot of hollering, wolf whistling and attention towards her. Meanwhile, a g-string donning Hitler was sitting on the bar, bearing fishnet stocking clad legs and talking to a group dressed as the Bali Bombers, and behind them there seemed to be the entrance to a much seedier part of the club. I had seen Gerald Stevens earlier, along with other producers and creatives, but many of them had disappeared, and I began to think that perhaps Pex’s creatives were lurking somewhere out in the back of the club. I wasn’t sure if I would be permitted to enter, sure enough, as I tried to make my way, a solid looking gentleman dressed all in black blocked my way. ’Sorry sir, it’s invite only in our VIP section’. I tried the only argument that sprung to mind ‘I work for Drendyl Pex’ I said as confidently as I could. This actually seemed to work. The man barely questioned it at all, stepping aside and allowing me to pass through without identification. What I found beyond the gates was more extreme and otherworldly than I had foreseen. The guests were similarly clad in outrageous costume, but there was much less casual reverie, and a lot more bizarre ritual in the back rooms. A woman dressed as an S&M fetishist whipped a cut-covered man dressed as Jesus on the cross. A group of Australian convicts with their legs bound in iron chains were similarly whipped by naked porn stars. Beyond the arches of the room, more pornography was being filmed on old style cameras. There were elaborate glass cubes attached to the ceiling, acting as erotic dance stages, where strippers holding multiple machine guns entertained jeering men beneath. My mind focussed in on a particular corner of the room, which was decked out like a gothic castle, sitting on red leather chairs, a group of men dressed as army officers were harassing a young and innocent looking school girl, who didn’t seem a natural fit to the scenes of debauchery around her. I approached the soldiers cautiously, eaves-dropping on their conversation with the innocent looking girl. At first the conversation seemed typical enough, the soldiers egging the girl on, trying to persuade her into participate in something, perhaps some kind of illicit act. ‘Come on, please.’ They taunted and begged. But then a more sinister undertone came across in the conversation, that the nature of what the men wanted the girl to participate in became all the more menacing. Wether or not the suggested role play was linked to anything I had learned or not, suggestions that the girl be the soldiers ‘sacrifice’ to the god of dark matter, was more than I could take. I shortly intervened, grabbing the girl by the arm and escorting her out of the strange party. She was annoyed at first, almost struggling, but later she seemed relieved I had given her the means to escape the uncomfortable scenario. Her name was Wendy Soames. I felt astoundingly like an overbearing father figure, but as I probed the girl about what the men had wanted her to do, and she explained that they were trying to get her to film herself being naked and being sacrificed in some sort of mock snuff film, I felt relieved I had acted as I did. I helped the girl to a cab, and solemnly contemplated things. Back at home that night, I found even more to dwell upon. I had been re-examining the files given to me by my private client. It was part of an old case I had been working on, the client who had wanted me to look into the murder in St Kilda was the same client who had wanted me to investigate a corrupt police officer by the name of Kenny Lothar. They were paying big money. What I was looking at now, was evidence that suggested a link between Kenny Lothar and Officer Barrington, my police contact, given that Barrington had supplied me with the details about Drendyl Pex, this was all starting to induce my paranoia. Could Barrington be linked to the exact police corruption he was adamantly preaching about? I had also found evidence that Pex was only a small time player in something much bigger, that he was on the payroll of very high income corporate players in Australia and abroad, big American media and gambling personalities, tycoons worth more than the Packers. I had the most dreadful sense of peripeteia. Rushing out that night, I had to learn the truth, had to find more information about Drendyl Pex, and his seedy company. I knew I had to drive out to the construction site in Footscray that night. Which is precisely what I did. The lines on the highway flew by in ominous and precise beats. A pyramid of tarmac stretched out endlessly before me. Finally I arrived at Three Vertice construction. Scaling the fence, I entered the empty yards, resolving to break into any of Pex’s various office spaces and search for some convincing evidence that rumours about Pex were true. The yards were dark, and shadows played tricks on my mind. In a stark moment I was sure I had seen a masked and cloaked figure swish by in the darkness towards a precarious tower overlooking the tallest hills of the yard. I broke into the trailer I had been in with Pex previously, rifling through drawers and sacking cupboards, but I found little of interest. Wherever Pex kept his paperwork, it wasn’t here. Finding nothing, the strange tower on the hill returned to my memory, and possessed or infantile I walked zombie like back down the muddy slopes towards the silhouetted tower against the near full moon. Quickly and anxiously my hands found the steel rungs of the ladder, and the clinking metal echoed as I climbed. I tried hard not to look down at the long drop, into the oddly placed vat of wet cement beneath me. Continuing up the rungs of the tower, until I was nearly at the top. Finally I met my destiny, climbing into the dark space at the top of the tower. I could see nothing in the darkness. Hear nothing, but my heart palpitating in my chest, and my heavy breath rasping wildly. I felt the pain, before I heard the sound. It all happened so quickly, my thoughts only registered three facts; my fingers covered in blood as I reached at the holes in my chest. The darkness, no face, nothing visible — except the silver ---of a police issued handgun, shining in the darkness. I was already unconscious by the time my plummeting body hit the wet cement beneath. Sinking into oblivion. Read more of the exploits of Pharlap Dronefire P.I here; https://www.reddit.com/libraryofshadows/comments/7izl7a/the_melbourne_ritual/
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