Electroclature Volume Twenty-Two: XXII

Part twenty-two of an array of CD mixes I made for my wife over a long number of years! Read more about it here!


This cover is …fine. Playing with negative space. Stuck with the same font as XX and XXI. Severe black and red and white all over.

Fun fact? That wasn’t quite my personal clothing/adornment color scheme back then, but it certainly is now, down to my bracelets and marbled nail polish.

Let’s move onto the musical highlights!

TITUS ANDRONICUS’ Arms Against Atrophy! I know both TITUS ANDRONICUS and LOS CAMPESINOS! have been featured in prior mixes. The primary reason for that? It was right around the time that they were at the height of their powers. Both bands first two albums are pure overwrought shrieking noisy perfection.

Luckily, they hit up Chicago’s Logan Square Auditorium at this time, and it blew the sold out crowd’s minds. LOS CAMPESINOS! was even more energetic and raw live than on album, and even shitfaced drunk, TITUS ANDRONICUS absolutely killed. Great fucking show.

HOLLY & THE ITALIANS! “Some people achieve greatness. Others have it thrust upon then. And then there are those who are born Italian.” Amazing pop punk that I can’t stop listening to, and even have designs on incorporating ‘I Wanna Go Home’ into one of my works.

PEGGY SUE! Peppy melancholy! As you can see by the video, they have a natural verve that resonates. Saw ’em at yet another Schubas outing and am glad I made it out.

…and with that? (Artist / Album / Song — links go to a video of the song, if available):

WONDERSTRUCK (2017)

When I first heard that Todd Haynes’ film WONDERSTRUCK was centered around two kids living fifty years apart — one in the tail end of the 1930s and the other in the 1970s — I was puzzled. Todd Haynes directing a kid-friendly film? The same Todd Haynes who specializes in adult domestic melodramas like FAR FROM HEAVEN and CAROL? The auteur who garnered a lot of attention with SUPERSTAR where he carved up Barbie dolls to visually portray Karen Carpenter’s anorexia? The Todd Haynes who adapted James M. Cain’s MILDRED PIERCE and really laid into the petulant and monstrous nature of Mildred’s young daughter?!

However, almost immediately all of the Haynes hallmarks are present. Takes place in the 70s? Check. Mommy issues? Check. Daddy issues? Check. Gorgeous, vibrant cinematography? Check. Emotional needle-drops? Check. Scrutiny of personal isolation and rebellion? Check. It is a Haynes film through and through, although it being a family-friendly affair it does lack some of the more mature material Haynes is known for.

WONDERSTRUCK is a tale of two youths: Rose, a young girl living in the tail end of the 1920s and Ben, a young boy in the 1970s. Rose and Ben are running from their single-parent homes, both trekking out into the world in search of their estranged parent. In Rose’s case, she’s seeking out her mother in New York City, performing in a theatre production. Ben? He’s trying to find the father he’s never known, the father his mother never talks about, via a New York City address and phone number buried in a book.

One other facet they share? They’re both deaf.

Rose was born deaf and she spends her days enthralled by silent films. In one scene, Rose exits a movie house and finds herself surrounded by banners broadcasting that the theatre will be temporarily closed while they install equipment to enable them to screen talkies.

It’s a devastating scene as it dawns on you that the world of cinema, of moving pictures, of dialogue spoken through text, of feeling the theater organ’s notes, is an equalizer for Rose. Those around her feel the film the way she experiences life every moment of every day. The advent of talkies destroys that one comfort.

Unlike Rose, Ben is newly deaf. Before running off to NYC, he attempts to call the number on the aged bookmark. Unfortunately, he does so during a thunderstorm. Lightning strikes and shoots through the phone, rendering him deaf, which does not deter him from taking a bus from Minnesota to New York.

What follows for the two of them are wonders and adventures while navigating an imposing and often unfriendly city that bristles at their presence, a metropolis casually hostile to both Ben and Rose’s deafness. While that underscores their loneliness, it also amplifies their drive for comfort and understanding.

While WONDERSTRUCK leans on a lot of symmetry between Ben and Rose’s endeavors, it never feels treacly or forced. Does it contain a number of coincidences and convenient narrative contrivances? Yes, yes it does — it makes NYC feel interconnected in a way that one would find far-fetched in a small town, much less NYC — but it makes sense given the magical manner of Ben and Rose’s intertwined arcs.

WONDERSTRUCK is based on the novel of the same name by Brian Selznick, who also authored of THE INVENTION OF HUGO CABRET which was turned into Martin Scorsese’s similarly kid-centric film HUGO. Selznick also penned the screenplay, which nicely aligns with Haynes’ sensibility and lush and inventive visuals.

Selznick’s book capitalizes on the nature of words and images, dividing Ben and Rose’s journey into one conveyed by text and the other by illustrations. In this adaptation, the divide is portrayed through Rose portrayed in black-and-white, and Ben in color.

Haynes worked with his mainstay cinematography Edward Lachman, who instills a sense of interiority by often blurring Ben’s surroundings. Lachman also takes pains to utilize films stocks that best evokes and recreates the time period, such as the austere latitude of 20s and 30s films, as well as the brilliantly saturated grainy and grimy film stock of the 70s.

Dealing with any fictional portrayal of impairment can be fraught and insensitive at best, exploitative and hurtful at worse. Haynes took measures to handle Ben and Rose’s deafness with grace, not only by forcing his crew to roam around NYC in sound-canceling headphones, but also by casting Millicent Simmonds — a deaf actor — as Rose. Simmonds subtly displays the hurt, the sadness, the pain of not only her physical situation, but also the silent and distant emotional abuse foisted on her by her father. (Simmonds has since gone on to star in A QUIET PLACE and has been a huge booster for deaf advocacy.)

I don’t want to neglect Oakes Fegley as Ben, as he — and socially awkward Jaime (a wide-eyed Jaden Michael) as his aspiring friend — are all arms and legs and restless energy, especially as they chase each other around NYC’s American Museum of Natural History.

While WONDERSTRUCK is quieter than most films for youths, that silence lends an intensity that mesmerizes while possibly imbuing and enlightening those who can hear, and hopefully a balm and comfort for those who are not. While the nature of the material may not at first blush appear to lend itself to a film adaptation, what with the quiet vacuum of the page instead of the rattle and hum of a projector, Haynes and Selznick still manage to work their magic in a different manner.

HARLEY QUINN: REDEMPTION (2024)

Spoiler Alert

This post contains spoilers for HARLEY QUINN: RECKONING and HARLEY QUINN: RAVENOUS.


HARLEY QUINN: REDEMPTION is the final novel in Rachael Allen’s DC Icons Harley Quinn trilogy, wrapping up Harley’s arc from Harleen Quinzel — a curious and brazen student of science — to Harley Quinn — a brilliantly anarchic and transformed student of both science and law-breaking and violence, all for her perceived notion of aiding others.

REDEMPTION kicks off with Harley on summer vacation at Ivy’s parents overly spacious home. Harley’s single-mindedly trying to cobble together an intimacy solution to prevent Ivy’s lips from killing Harley upon contact. Is it going well?

No, it is not going well. Failure upon failure.

On top of that frustration, her prior Reckoning partners have abandoned her and she’s getting daily creepy stalker missives from an unknown person, each note accompanied by a heavily altered doll.

Harley, with Ivy by her side, piece together that the sender of these disturbing packages is abducting youths and young women from the streets and the dolls Harley receives? Each are small facsimiles of how he sculpts each victim or, as he — often referred to as The Dollmaker — sees it, transforming them and bringing them to a higher aesthetic and physical plane by bending, warping, appending and removing facets of their body.

(For those familiar with Batman lore, yes, there have been a number of iterations on The Dollmaker, although none who match the very specific kind of self-perceived physical abuse that he enacts.)

The Dollmaker is partnered up with the Mad Hatter — a mainstay of Batman’s lineup of villains — who requests that The Dollmaker occasionally shape one of the abducted into an ‘Alice’ and hand them off to him. Unfortunately, often The Dollmaker’s Alices don’t always match Hatter’s tea party expectations, resulting in the need for a new Alice.

To keep their victims placated, The Dollmaker and Hatter utilize an improved iteration over the inferior mind-altering chips they handed off to Scarecrow in REDEMPTION. These chips last longer and allows for them to mentally mould their victims to their whims and desires, which essentially means making them subservient and as happy with their new twisted and weaponized bodies as possible.

Harley becomes ever-increasingly embroiled in The Dollmaker and Hatter’s activities and that’s when REDEMPTION pivots to something far darker than explored in the prior two novels. Bodies are chipped and ground away and turned into something both inhuman and super-human, the latter for the benefit of crime bosses and governments who want some additional protection. Or just a novelty to show off at galas.

Even for this trilogy, The Dollmaker’s ‘artistic endeavors’ are cruelly outlandish and upsetting, although it ultimately works against him in ways that I will not spoil, in ways that underscore the trilogy’s overall message of women turning the tables on the abuse that men inflict.

It’s not all body horror and torture, however. As Harley often does, she imparts herself on friends new and old, and builds and rebuilds a found family and support network. Harles and Ives go to pride! King Shark wears a shark costume! Fun is had and cotton candy is consumed!

If anything, Harley is too exuberant and bubbly. (I didn’t know such a thing was possible.) She banters around the term ‘love language’ quite a bit. She is exponentially more elated at the slightest bit of physical or emotional shiny she comes across than the prior two novels. While Harley is always a bit much, here her gushing and wide-eyed wonder at the world occasionally comes across as a titch too much, even for her. I kept waiting for someone to ask if she’d take it down a notch — even a resigned ‘Harrrrleey’ utterance from Ivy — but no dice.


Allen dedicates REDEMPTION “To everyone who loves Harley Quinn and sees a piece of themselves in her.”

It’s clear, even from the beginning of the trilogy, that Allen knows how Harley has resonated with so many, even to those like myself that don’t exactly fit the Harley mould. Allen also deftly excises the more fraught, subservient and coercive facets of what normally constitutes Harley’s history, making her even more of an inspirational figure without sandpapering over Harley’s impetuous and occasional blinkered flaws.

As I mentioned in my write-up of RECKONING — the beginning of the trilogy — there are many different Harleys. Allen’s Harley can be inspiration. Her Harley is a tale of a lower-class misfit who has lived through and endured a lot of lows and abuse in her life. Despite that, Harley is smart and is determined to be herself, to push herself further and help people in need when she can, of aiding those taken advantage of, of those who are abused, of exacting vengeance on those who abuse their power and mentally or physically tear others down.

This trilogy is part of the DC Icons series, a young adult imprint of Penguin Books. Each work examines popular DC characters when they were teens. That’s… seemingly all that exists of the DC Icons mission statement. It’s questionable whether it exists as an entryway to comic book for teens who eschew the funny pages which, given the wide financial disparity between how much the movies gross and how low actual DC comic books sell, might not be the worst idea. Especially since some of them are New York Times bestsellers.

It also helps that Harley’s mercurial, impetuous, extremely emotional nature mirrors life as a teen, and because the world is harsh and people are cruel, and it is hard to go through life without putting yourself in danger and Harley is all about reckoning with these dangers.

(Worth noting is Allen’s series isn’t even the only YA Harley work out there, as there’s also Mariko Tamaki’s HARLEY QUINN: BREAKING GLASS which examines a different youthful life for Harleen.)

For those whose first encounter with Harley are these books — I know, that’s highly unlikely but bear with me — I can’t help but wonder the rude awakening one might have upon reading some of the earlier solo works, Amanda Conner & Jimmy Palmiotti iconic run, or newer flights-of-fancy such as HARLEY QUINN: BLACK & WHITE & RED, the multiverse tales of Harleys, or even going way back to the source BATMAN: THE ANIMATED episodes as well as MAD LOVE.

I can’t help but think it’d be a rude awakening to go from the very queer, very scholastically and scientifically minded Harley, someone who has a staunch sense of morality, someone who is very, very queer, to then see her constantly shackled and emotionally abused and toyed with by the Joker; to experience a Harley with an extremely cavalier disposition towards maiming and murder and mayhem and meta-commentary, not to mention often serving as eye candy in the worst ways that comics can be.

Oddly, HARLEY QUINN: THE ANIMATED SERIES comes closest to the young Harley & Company portrayed in Allen’s trilogy, and while swearing and sexual content are absent from those novels, every minute of Harley’s animated work is crammed full of heart-warming filth.

All of my question and speculations are besides the point. I will set those aside and simply state that REDEMPTION is propulsive, thrilling, heartfelt, inventively unsettling, and perfectly brings the arc from Harleen to Harley, from orphan to having a found family, of growing and learning while leaning into her strengths and being aware of her weaknesses.

Regardless of whether it’s your first Harley-go-round or hundredth, Allen succinctly weaves the totality of Harleen and Harley’s experiences and growth — even if they don’t match with what one may have previously read — this Harley is one to aspire to.

Electroclature Volume Twenty-One: XXI

Part twenty-one of an array of CD mixes I made for my wife over a long number of years! Read more about it here!


Content Warning

This post contains mentions of death. A lot of mentions.


For some inexplicable reason, I have two covers for this disc. I chose the red one for the post because it’s far more striking and evocative, and the other? A bit gets lost with the cluster. However? Not sure which I gave to my wife!

However? I really like both of them. It’d tweak some of the margins on the front, and yet again I have no idea what I was thinking with some of the suffixes as there’s absolutely no consistency there, but I do think both are goddamn striking.

There’s a lot of great stuff here! RASPUTINA! An entire band comprised of women cellists! I was so fucking delighted to see ’em live! I used to be a cellist! (I can still play, but I’d be rubbish at it but it’s one of those things that you did enough at a specific age that you can never forget. When I re-listen to this I can hear the notations and finger twangs and bow pressure and strings tensing and it is goddamn delightful.)

MI AMI’s ‘Latin Lover’? I can’t help but throw my arms around when I hear it.

Goddamn CARY ANN HEARST. ‘Are You Ready to Die’ is also one of my fucking anthems.

TALK NORMAL! (They were so awesome and brazenly noisy when I saw ’em!) SLOW CLUB! THE RAVEONETTES! YANKA! (R.I.P. Uh, yeah, that death? Not great.)

I want to give a special shout-out to THOSE DARLINS and the much-missed Jessi Zazu. I was fortunate enough to be able to rock out to them live when they hit Chicago for their ‘Screws Get Loose’ tour. ‘Keep My Skillet’ is a raucous folk cover and their version is so endearing. The band may be no longer, but misfits like myself will always remember them.

Goddamn. When I see all of this spelled out? There are a hell of a lot of works included here that either focus on or are related to death here. (I didn’t even mention CROCODILES & THE DUM DUMS’ ‘Merry Christmas, Baby (Please Don’t Die)’.) My apologies. I can only think that it was in the back of my brain at the time. I mean, I’m goth and are very accepting of the more morbid facets of life — that doesn’t mean I deal well with personal loss! — but I must’ve been dealing with some shit when I made this mix.

Well, that went dark pretty quickly.

Anyway, this mix brings me joy and reminds me of better times, and perhaps it’ll do the same for you.

As with the prior motherfucking twenty Electroclature posts: Artist / Album / Song and if there’s a link? It goes to a video for the song.

  • LAURA MARLING / I Speak Because I Can / Alpha Shallows
  • TWO STAR SYMPHONY / Love and Other Demons / Goblin Attack!
  • RASPUTINA / Sister Kinderhook / Holocaust of Giants
  • KRADDY / Android Porn Remixes / Android Porn [Playpad Circus]
  • LULLABYE ARKESTRA / Ampgrave / Y’Mare Me Shake
  • MI AMI / Steal Your Face / Latin Lover
  • Colourmusic / My _ Is Pink / Yes!
  • LOVE IS ALL / Two Thousand and Ten Injuries / Dust
  • CARY ANN HEARST / Lions and Lambs / Are You Ready To Die
  • CROCODILES & DUM DUM GIRLS / Merry Christmas, Baby (Please Don’t Die) / Merry Christmas, Baby (Please Don’t Die)
  • TALK NORMAL / Sugarland / Transmission Lost
  • SLOW CLUB / Yeah, So? / It Doesn’t Have To Be Beautiful
  • THE RAVEONETTES / In And Out Of Control / Bang!
  • YANKA / Styd i Sram / vyshe nogi ot zemli (a.k.a. ВЫШЕ НОГИ)
  • SLEIGH BELLS / Treat / Tell ‘Em!
  • THOSE DARLINS / Those Darlins / Keep My Skillet
  • Bonus live track for their hedonistic song ‘The Whole Damn Thing‘, which is all about getting drunk and then eating an entire chicken in the kitchen.

TRULY MADLY DEEPLY (1990)

On paper, Anthony Minghella’s TRULY MADLY DEEPLY reads like a perfunctory ‘ghost romance’ not unlike, err, GHOST: Nina (the ever sparkling and industrious Juliet Stevenson) is recently bereaved after her lover and celebrated cellist Jaime (Alan Rickman, as soulful as ever even though he has a rather distracting mustache) dies far too young.

Inconsolable, partially due to perhaps the most ineffectual psychologist to be portrayed on film, Nina spends far too much time reminiscing on the good times, ruminating on how she’ll never be able to create new memories with him, and just wishing he was still a part of her life.

She gets her wish. One night, Jaime appears in her apartment, inexplicably visiting from heaven. The two quickly intertwine in ways that doesn’t quite make ghostly sense, but the film is sincere enough that you won’t overthink it.

Again, on paper? Reads like a maudlin romantic weepy and, while it could have been that, about a second chance at happiness with your dearest, Mingella imparts how we glorify past time with partners and how when you get what you want, it’s not always what you need, but one can always try to course-correct.

It’s worth noting that part of that course-correction may take the shape of a manic pixie dream dude who has had way too many whimsical and emotionally precious jobs in his life.

TRULY MADLY DEEPLY was originally shot as a TV film for the BBC, but it managed to make the leap overseas to American arthouses and garnered enough praise that Mingella was quickly being courted by studios to deliver something just as substantial but with an even more lavish sheen.

An aside! If the name Anthony Minghella doesn’t ring a bell, well, his biggest claim to fame is following TRULY MADLY DEEPLY with his film adaptation of THE ENGLISH PATIENT. Also? COLD MOUNTAIN and the 1999 adaptation of THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY (which is finally getting the respect it deserves). So yes, Minghella enjoyed melancholy romances.

While it was shot for TV, it was visually composed for the silver screen. The recurring visual framing, of trees, of parks, of the sky, of camera angles and windowpanes bolster the emotional intensity; it recreates the sense of a heightened emotional state when everything you see and hear and smell is extraordinarily intense, and the repetition used here showcases how the impact of those experiences ebb and flow for Nina as she navigates life without a living Jaime.

None of TRULY MADLY DEEPLY would work if the chemistry and performances between Stevenson & Rickman lacked resonance and depth. Yes, Minghella did write the part with Stevenson in mind, to show off her energetic quirkiness, and Rickman gets to have his cake and eat it too by being charming and winsome and you can easily see why Stevenson misses him so much, at least until you start to see Jaime’s priggish side. As Rickman becomes more comfortable with his non-heavenly grounding, their relationship shifts in an all too relatable manner, all tension and strife over matters large and small.

While yes, this is a romantic ghostly tale, the relationship dynamics are anything but fantastical.

If there’s any fault to the film, it’s that it often feels slightly padded by the side stories of the supporting characters, especially Nina’s Polish landlord, Titus, who is infatuated with her (until he isn’t). Titus’ storyline dovetails with Nina’s pregnant friend through forced and contrived means that feels rather unnecessary, but perhaps I’m feeling rather cynical at the moment.

I won’t spoil what happens with Nina and Jaime, but I believe there’s more than one way to read the end of this film, neither being necessarily right or wrong. It depends on how altruistic you perceive the characters.

No matter how you interpret the end of the film, it’s a very human movie about coping and coming to terms with some of the most difficult facets of living a life, especially when one is so entangled with another.

Postscript

As noted above, Jaime is a cellist and his cello is the weight that Nina clings to after he’s gone. Nina’s insensitive sister asks Nina if her school-age son can have Jaime’s extremely valuable cello.

Naturally, Nina takes umbrage at this request, noting that it’s all she has left of Jaime and her sister drops the request.

I spent the bulk of my youth as a young cellist and, as someone who started playing in 4th grade — around the same age as the sister’s son — her sister’s request is not just thoughtless, but also completely impractical. A full-size cello would be useless for someone so young, as when you’re that young? You start out with a far smaller cello than a full-size cello, anywhere from 1/8th scale cello to 3/4th scale.

It is a small matter, and perhaps it’s included to showcase how little her sister knows about stringed instruments and youth, but it still irked me.

HARLEY QUINN – RAVENOUS (2023)

Spoiler Warning

Please note that this post contains spoilers for the first book in this series, HARLEY QUINN: RECKONING.


Where Rachael Allen’s HARLEY QUINN: RECKONING (RECKONING from here on out) deals with Harleen’s gap year of science and super-villain study, Allen’s HARLEY QUINN: RECKONING — the second of three in the DC Icons young adult Harley Quinn series of novels — sees Harleen attempting to settle into life as a freshman at Gotham University or, as colloquially referred to, Gotham U.

With her mother dying when Harleen was young, her father murdered due to some poor withdrawals from mobster loan sharks, Harleen is officially an orphan. Her ex has took the fall for The Reckoning’s antics, and due to Harleen wanting to focus on studies instead of blowing shit up, the other two members have turned their backs to her.

While Harleen has a free-ride scholarship thanks to the paper scrutinizing the Joker and elevated levels of trauma-induced modifications to the Super-Villain gene, she still has to worry about financial matters like non-food hall sustenance and sorority dues while still juggling classes and labs.

Those with any prior knowledge of Batman lore, especially regarding one Dr. Crane and Talia ah Ghul. Talia is delightfully integrated, especially given how Harley comes to see her as a mentor. Those who aware of these characters will quickly recognize where the novel is going, but watching Harleen piece matters together and pick her bat up again is just as thrilling as if you have no knowledge of Gotham villains.

Again, if you’re even vaguely familiar with Batman’s motley number of popular villains, you’ll quickly suss out that RAVENOUS centers around Scarecrow, and part of the plot includes ‘chipping’ victims to make them more pliant.

If you are a fan of Harleen’s gymnastic skills — especially the beam and bars — Allen doubles down on Harleen’s agility and how she utilizes them in the wild.

For those looking for some Harlivy, well, the seed of their romance is planted here — sorry, not sorry — as Harleen and Pamela Isley become fast-friends and they divulge some of their deepest secrets.

While, yes, yet again the Joker makes an appearance, he’s mostly backgrounded apart from one moment, but Allen dodges the bulk of his canonical abuse and coercion.

The following could potentially be construed as a slight spoiler for RAVENOUS, so only expand it if you have fear no spoilers.

Spoiler

RECKONING does tackle the metamorphosis of Harleen from Harley via the same Joker chemical bath, however it does differ in that Harleen takes the plunge outside of the realm of the Joker and falls of her own volition. (Also see: HARLEY QUINN: THE ANIMATED SERIES – ‘Being Harley Quinn’.)

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As usual, Allen’s prose is crisp and clean and propulsive, peppered with her wide scientific knowledge. While there were a handful of visual design elements in RECKONING, RAVENOUS features even more forms, clipboards, diagrams and handwritten elements which may sound dry but vividly heighten the work. RAVENOUS also temporally jumps around a bit more, and chapters are centered more along the lines of Harleen/Harley traversing Gotham U, Arkham Asylum and Arkham Acres; Gotham in general, clarifying matters.

If you have any interest in Harley Quinn you should read RECKONING, however! RAVENOUS does an exceptional job of succinctly weaving in the events of RECKONING so — if you just want to jump into the DC Icons and see how they handle Harleen’s future as Harley — you can do so with ease.

Like with RECKONING, while this is technically a young adult book, it is an electrifying read, one that I burned through in a day and a half. I’m a tad hesitant to see where REDEMPTION — the third and final novel in Allen’s Harley Quinn trilogy — goes, but I do feel confident that with Rachael Allen? I’m in good hands.

“I choose me.”

Electroclature Volume Twenty: XX

Part twenty of an array of CD mixes I made for my wife over a long number of years! Read more about it here!


It only took years and years and twenty CD mixes, but I finally latched onto a signature visual style!

This is one of my favorite design works, not just of the discs but in general. If I saw this in a music store — which sadly are few and far between nowadays (although we do have one located two blocks away from us but we live in a weird area) — I would immediately buy it. Hell, I’d pay import prices for it!

(I don’t think anyone apart from 90s goth/industrial folks routinely felt the pain of having to pay an extra ~$10-$15 for the pleasure of buying your favorite band’s CD shipped in from Europe.)

That said, the descriptions are more than a tad pretentious than I’d like, and I have no idea what is up with the suffixes. If you’re wondering about the listed seconds? Singular moments I wanted to call attention to. Again! Really fucking pretentious! I spent too much time thinking about these mixes!

I wish I had kept the green on the front just to the center, but I know I was trying to have some background accents. I think it’d be more effective without them, though.

I still can’t believe I designed the back cover. There are minor typography issues that some may find fault with, but this is one of the few designs where I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.

I honestly can’t believe I willed it into the world.

But enough navel-gazing! Hightlights! Goddamn this mix has so much good stuff. While KRADDY is blusterous, I love their pacing and it builds to what can only be described as an aural orgasm.

Motherfucking PUERTO MUERTO! Absolutely one of the most memorable live acts I’ve ever seen. It was an actual final live show — and promoted as such — because they were a husband/wife band for many years. Then he cheated on her and holy hell she was so fucking pissed off — rightfully so — and that anger was so loud and resonant and present in her performance. I’ve never seen or heard anything like it. It was like an live indie music version of WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF?. I’m not exactly sure I want to see something like that again, but it has stuck with me for years, and good for her for burning the band to the fucking ground and moving forward.

(Also? ‘Drumming for Pistols’? So hooky, but builds to be so ferocious.)

A lot of underrated, unsung bands on here. THE SECRET MACHINES! LANTERNS! The wild mixture of cultures from ALINA SIMONE!

I find this CD mix to be a lot of fun, and maybe you will too. (Artist / Album / Song — links go to a video of the song, if available):

WE ARE LADY PARTS – Season One (2021-)

Way back in the early dark days of 2022, in my ‘Favorite TV of 2021’ post I very briefly wrote about the first season of the UK’s Channel 4 TV show WE ARE LADY PARTS, solely comprised of two lines from the show:

“A confused mix of hash anthems and sour girl power. […] It was kind of like therapy, but with a lot of screaming.”

“I’m the lamb, by the way.”

Obviously, that does a disservice to such a uniquely brash and singular punk show, so I’m here to right some wrongs and rave in more exacting ways about the show.

WE ARE LADY PARTS centers around LADY PARTS, a punk band comprised of three Muslim women musicians and Momtaz (their ever-vaping manager) and they are seeking a lead guitarist to bring their sound together. They find one in Amina, an microbiology PhD student who used to performing but her nerves caused her body to violently react against her. Regardless of Amina’s unsavory bodily expulsion, LADY PARTS’s lead singer Saira is insistent that Amina is the one who will musically complete the circle. What follows is a lot of doubt, a lot of insecurity, and yes, some bodily fluids.

While WE ARE LADY PARTS feels very modern in that it’s still a pleasant surprise to see such a varied collection of characters, but I feel it’d be at home on 80s network TV or even a film. Creator/writer/director Nida Manzoor has gone on record citing the anarchic cult 80s BBC show THE YOUNG ONES as an inspiration for WE ARE LADY PARTS. I also can’t help but see a bit of LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FABULOUS STAINS! in it.

Given that this show is centered around a fictional band, you’d better hope that the songs are fucking appropriately punk and makes you want to throw fingers, and Manzoor delivers. She took on song duty along with siblings Shez and Sanya Manzoor and Benni Fregin, plus all of the performers actually play their instruments! (I’ll note that Nida has gone on record that it helps that they’re punk, so they can be a bit sloppy musically and lyrically.)

Here are just a few of their numbers:

Bashir With the Good Beard:

Ain’t No One Gonna Honour Kill My Sister But Me:

Voldemort Under My Headscarf:

In November 2021 — a handful of months after the first season aired — WE ARE LADY PARTS was renewed for a second season. Then 2022 rolled around, and no second season. 2023? No second season. I’d given up hope but here we are! It’s 2024, a tad over three years after the first season premiered, and the second season dropped on peacock on May 30th!

I haven’t been able to watch the second season yet but if you’re extremely online like I am, you have probably heard of a surprise appearance from a very exceptional person. (I will not spoil who it is, but I am very excited to see it unfold.)

”This is us, by us, for us.”

Season One trailer:

Season Two trailer:

HARLEY QUINN – RECKONING (2022)

CONTENT WARNING

The following discusses abuse, coercion and trauma.


There are so many Harleys.

So many.

Not just in the comics. Novels. Film. TV.

This is only a sampling of Harleys: BATMAN: THE ANIMATED SERIES Harley! (Obviously, the first Harley!) Cathy Yan’s BIRDS OF PREY Harley! Kelly Thompson’s BIRDS OF PREY Harley! Old Lady Harley! A whole buncha terrible videogame Harleys! Even more animated Harleys! That fucking awful Harley in David Ayer’s SUICIDE SQUAD that only worked because of Margot Fuckin’ Robbie! James Gunn’s THE SUICIDE SQUAD Harley! GOTHAM CITY SIRENS Harley! Amanda Conner & Jimmy Palmiotti’s Harley! DC Rebirth Harley! All of the MAD LOVE Harleys! The young Harleen in BREAKING GLASS! The current Tini Howard Harley! The Harleen/Harley in this trilogy of books!

So many Harleys!

As I’ve repeatedly said? I will never, ever shut up about Harley Fuckin’ Quinn.

Harleen Quinzell and Harley Quinn represent so much and so many terrible outcomes. The coercion. The abuse. The trauma. Not just by the Joker, but often by her parents and others.

Also? She represents the folks who are smart but went wayward. She represents the anger against abusers. She represents folks trying to repair themselves. She represents pushing through and attempting to be a better person, even though she — and you — will often fuck up along the way.

She means so much to so many because while most comic book characters are power fantasies? She has no super-powers. She is someone who is muscling through all of her issues and is fucking pissed off and so goddamn strong and trying to make the best of her life.

This is exactly why I empathize with her, a fictional character in a wildly stupid comic book universe.

This is also why so many others love Harley. She’s multi-faceted; she’s had so many iterations — hell, I even wrote a four-issue series about her encountering all versions of herself! (I shelved it because after I wrote it? The monthly Harley Quinn comic did a multi-verse Harley arc. It’s not even close to what I penned; mine was brutally emotional and probably unpublishable but whatever.)

The moment I saw the ‘Being Harley Quinn’ episode of HARLEY QUINN: THE ANIMATED SERIES? Where she realized she leapt into the acid of her own volition? That she did so to please ‘Mistah J’? That she told herself for years that she was pushed by him? That it was her origin story? That shook me to my core. (I also identify way too much with Harley disassociating, which also sucks!)

I am not proud of that! But it did!

That’s my Harley. I’ve lived through versions of all of that. (And yes, plural.) I hated it. I have never really understood why I accepted all of the abuse and bullshit but Harley didn’t either and she found a way through via a support network, and I am trying to do the same.


While there are many Harleys, these are the fundamentals:

1) She has ADHD.

2) She is extraordinarily physical and loves to throw herself around.

3) She is extremely smart.

4) Being smart didn’t prevent her from being coerced and transformed from Harleen Quinzel to Harley Quinn.

5) She is queer as fuck.

6) She is a product of trauma.

7) She managed to work through her trauma.

8) She is a survivor. 1

9) She is extremely gregarious.

10) She has a flair for argyle patterns.

I am not Harley. I am not fun like Harley. I have a lot of issues, but ADHD? Nope. Also? Not gregarious! I’m a fucking introvert!

Everything else? It tracks, although I’m still working out my trauma issues and I am not sure that I am as smart as she is.

Item #2 to me is paramount. Yeah, Jason Todd was an acrobat and all, so that dovetails with all of this shit, but you know what? I fucking loved gym. I was game for any and everything. I loved tumbling; I loved the pommel horse; I loved the beam.

But what I really loved?

The fucking uneven bars.

I have said — probably to a sickening amount — that I love to throw myself around.

Well, you can’t throw yourself around more than on the uneven bars.

I love that Rachael Allen’s Harley Quinn novel RECKONING — technically a young adult novel, but I found pleasing despite not being a young adult — puts a pin in Harley as being a beam person because? The way she throws her way around? The way Rachael Allen pens her? It’s the same sort of feeling, that sort of balance and elation and abandon and self-confidence.

Fuck. I’m telling this all wrong.

RECKONING is about Harleen, not Harley. Harleen is eighteen years old and in her gap year and enrolled in an advanced STEM college course and not acid-bathed. (It is worth noting that Rachael Allen’s day job? A scientist. She knows her shit.)

Harleen is surrounded by abuse, and as she is want to do, wants to absolutely rectify matters and go to town on them, along with a few friends who also want to dole out some punishment and light terrorism. The name of their vigilante crew? The Reckoning.

Also? Harleen falls in love — albeit not with Pamela Isley. It’s a very succinct, clearly penned thrill-ride that goes down easy without being pandering. It also fleshes out Harleen, whose pre-Harley life is often ignored or simply glossed over!

I will note that the Joker does make an appearance, and Harleen immediately feels a magnetism towards him which… yeah, but still sucks.

Also? It features a cover by the so very awesome Jen Bartel!

Sidebar: If you haven’t seen the collegiate women vigilante canceled-too-soon TV series SWEET/VICIOUS? Read RECKONING and watch SWEET/VICIOUS in tandem and get back to me.

Joker aside, it is a great read and a terrific set-up for the next two books filling out the trilogy. If you are a Harleen/Harley fan, it is a necessary read.

You can purchase HARLEY QUINN: RECKONING via Bookshop.org!


Notes


1 I do not like the term ‘survivor’, despite having it ascribed to me more than a few times. In my opinion? You’re never a survivor. You simply persist to live. I do not feel like I’ve survived jack-fucking-shit. Like Harley? I feel like I’ve died several times over. Hell, I should have. Nonetheless, I’m still here motherfuckers.

Electroclature Volume Nineteen: XIX

Part nineteen of an array of CD mixes I made for my wife over a long number of years! Read more about it here!


Ah, when I decided to opt for Roman numeral naming.

Yet another cover I do not love. It’s too severe and there’s far too much and too little spacing with the track list.

No idea where I got the photo from, but I imagine it was from drunksaling. If you are not familiar with the term? You get tipsy in the morning and head out to garage sales and buy stupid shit. We’re too old for that now, but if you’re young enough? I highly suggest it. It’s a ton of fun. Just only get tipsy, though.

Highlights! NOUVELLE VAGUE & JULIE DELPY! You may be familiar with Delpy from the Linklater SUNSET trilogy, but she imbues this song with significance. (Also, not the only French New Wave-inspired track here!) BOY 8-BIT hits hard! CLUE’s Approach the Throne is an amazing bop. I know everyone only knows ELASTIC through their late 90s theme ‘Connection’ but? Go through the entirety of their limited collection. Pure post-punk perfection.

Not my best effort, but here’s the tracklist! (Artist / Album / Song — links go to a video of the song, if available):