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V Episode 01 (1983) Created by Kenneth Johnson Warner Bros. Television Dir. Kenneth Johnson
Marc Singer as Mike Donovan
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Marc Singer - V (1983)
#v gif#marc singer gif#v miniseries#80s sci-fi#the visitors#kenneth johnson#mike donovan#80s tv series#1980s#1983#gif#chronoscaph gif
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Michael Ironside as Ham Tyler in V's "Breakout" (1984)
#V#V TV#V The Series#V 1984#Michael Ironside#Mike Donovan#Marc Singer#Ham Tyler#Breakout#Breakout (episode)#scifiedit#tvedit#80sedit#vedit#GIF#my gifs#Danny watches V The Series#Hide and Queue
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spaceship breakfast
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gregory powell and mike donovan are definitely gay send tumble
#xoxo.monty#i robot#gregory powell#mike donovan#i was reading i robot and every ten minutes this thought would pop up like a notification
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currently on "escape!" and they showed up!!! i missed my cursed engineers <3
art by @not-the-blue
#yes i made a 2012 i robot meme instead of sleeping or studying#i robot#isaac asimov#susan calvin#gregory powell#greg powell#mike donovan#escape!
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i, robot and tf2 crossover……. Donovan and engie do NOT get along
big ups @real-globophobe (we were talking about this, gotta credit them smhhh)
also powell getting crushed by heavy robot shitpost
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Dust Volume Nine, Number 10
Older, but not a bit wiser, the Hives return
Fall comes with its smell of maple in the leaves, its intimations of mortality and, this year, its share of unsettling events—war in the middle east, AI in everything and the murder of our beloved Bandcamp by capitalist privateers. (We are not equating these things by any means.) Like always, we turn to music, the annihilating blare of metal, the agile interplay of improvisation, the well-shaped contours of pop, depending on our individual tastes. We hope you’ll find something to ease your own personal burden in all this as well. Contributors include Bryon Hayes, Bill Meyer, Andrew Forell, Tim Clarke, Jonathan Shaw, Ian Mathers, Alex Johnson, Jennifer Kelly and Ray Garraty.
Due to technical issues we're posting this in two parts, so don't miss the second one.
Ad Hoc — Corpse (Shame File Music / Albert’s Basement)
Ad Hoc was a Melbourne-based improvising unit, an experimental outfit that should have higher prominence. It only took 40-plus years, but Shame File Music and Albert’s Basement are finally spearheading a reissue initiative. Last year saw the arrival of the trio’s sole release, the hypnotic Distance cassette. It disappeared the moment it became available. Corpse documents an unconventional live performance from the group. They prepared their instruments (guitars, an EMS Synthi AKS synth and tape loops) for performance prior to the arrival of the audience and then shut off their amps. When all were seated, the trio turned on the amplifiers and unfurled an aleatoric blast of sound. The resulting music is far removed from the ambient tone clusters of Distance. The first piece shimmers in a way that calls to mind Matthew Bower’s Sunroof project, while the latter piece bathes in guitar noise so thick that it may have influenced The Dead C’s The Operation of the Sonne EP. Ad Hoc have today’s noisemakers beat: Corpse presents itself with a freshness that belies its 1980 provenance.
Bryon Hayes
Axolotl — Abrasive (Souffle Continu)
The French trio Axolotl existed for a few years in the early 1980s, and it reflects the aesthetic concerns of its time. Guitarist Marc Dufourd’s playing betrays some acquaintance with the work of Derek Bailey and Henry Kaiser, and the fibrous tones and agile exchanges between reeds players Jacques Oger and Etienne Brunet recall Evan Parker. All three double on electronics, hand percussion and utterances. These accessories, in combination with the concentration of the album’s 12 tracks, give the music a truculent attitude and just-the-facts brevity that brings to mind punk and post-punk. This may be free improvisation, but it is improvised from a point of view, and it’s that informed attitude that makes the album worth visiting nearly 40 years after its original release.
Bill Meyer
Will Butler + Sister Squares — Self-Titled (Merge)
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Will Butler joins with Sister Squares — multi-instrumentalists Jenny (Butler’s wife) and Julie Shore, Sara Dobbs and drummer/producer Miles Francis — for their debut album. Bouncy, heartland rock garlanded with that 1980s Fairlight and Linn drum sound mixes with touches of art rock as Butler emotes wholehearted. The influence of the 20 years Butler spent with Arcade Fire is inescapable, but it feels like the quintet have also been listening to Billy MacKenzie (“Long Grass”) and Russell Mael (“Arrow of Time”) as well as Springsteen, Mellencamp and company. “Hee Loop” sounds like a mash of Paul Simon and Peter Gabriel. The themes and emotions can be big in that Arcade Fire way that’s equal parts exhilarating and exhausting, but the album works best when the band dial down the melodramatic flourishes as on “Car Crash” and “The Window,” where Butler is right in your ear, tired, disillusioned, real. This is a record I wanted to like both more and less. For every heartfelt moment and interesting musical choice, there’s a cringe-inducing gestural overreach that makes you wince. A bit like his former band but with enough promise to persevere with.
Andrew Forell
Claire Deak — Sotto Voce (Lost Tribe Sound)
Melbourne-based composer Claire Deak’s last release on Lost Tribe Sound was 2020’s The Old Capital, a fantastic collaboration with Tony Dupé. In my Dusted review I said, “There’s so much wonderful stuff going on across these seven songs that it’s a delight to revisit.” As its title suggests, Deak’s solo debut, Sotto Voce, very much sits at the opposite end of the musical spectrum. This is subtle, minimal music that softly arises out of silence and speaks an elusive language. The background to the album’s creation is Deak’s exploration of the work of two women composers from the early baroque era, Francesca Caccini (1587–c.1645) and Barbara Strozzi (1619–1677). The dominant musical elements are strings, harp and voice, with other instruments coloring the edges of these understated, starkly beautiful compositions. Across the album’s 42 minutes the music feels, at times, to be battling the entropy of erasure, struggling to be heard amid the cacophony of these overstimulated times. For that reason alone, it’s necessary to invest your attention and listen closely. The experience is eerie and transportive.
Tim Clarke
Mike Donovan — Meets the Mighty Flashlight (Drag City)
On a musical Venn diagram showing the intersecting circles of garage rock, lo-fi, and psych, Mike Donovan has set up his sandbox. With Sic Alps he veered more noisy and lo-fi; with Peacers he favored a straight-ahead garage-rock sound. On this new record with Mike Fellows, AKA The Mighty Flashlight, Donovan steers in the direction of shambolic psychedelic-pop in the vein of the Olivia Tremor Control. (To anyone who knows and loves OTC, this is obviously a very good thing.) The splashy drums and percussion tracks feel like a gestural afterthought rather than a rhythmic backbone the songs are built around, and Donovan and Fellows steer these songs into some choppy, unexpected waters. Opener “Planet Metley” is the clearest and most successful distillation of their aesthetic, offering up a staggering range of ideas in under four minutes, stopping and starting erratically, the bass roving all over the fretboard. At the other end of the spectrum, “Laurel Lotus Dub” is the kind of experiment that sounds like it was more fun to create that it is to listen back to. Between these two extremes there’s the junkshop boogie of “A Capital Pitch,” which features the hilarious line, “Hanging out on the ramparts with some dickheads in black,” the concise drum-machine and organ instrumental “Amalgam Wagon,” and the plaintive, country-flavored “Whistledown.” Wherever Donovan roams it’s usually worth following, and Meets the Mighty Flashlight is a winning collaboration that fizzes with fun.
Tim Clarke
Everything Falls Apart — Everything Falls Apart (Totalism)
“Somn” means sleep, or more poetically death. It’s the title of six of the seven tracks from Everything Falls Apart, the self-titled album from the duo of Belgian bassist Otto Lindholm (born Cyrille de Haes) and English producer Ross Tones. Those titles (numbered six to 11) and the coda “Wonderfully Desolate” tell you only part of the story of the music the pair produce. Their conversation focuses on the nuance of the Lindholm’s double bass which Tones swathes in electronic effects, stretching notes and motifs into near drones in timbres that rise from the murk like lugubrious sentinels. This is seriously heavy music but the dynamism of the duo’s understanding and interplay distinguishes Everything Falls Apart. Whilst many of the pieces focus on stasis and decay, “Somn 9” is a desert storm with clicking percussion, almost didgeridoo like growls from the bass and screeching electronic noise. On “Somn 11”, deep bowed notes support Lindholm’s move through the registers as if shaking from fitful dreams into the morning light. “Wonderfully Desolate” is comparatively unadorned, a string quartet playing against the end times, shimmers of light through the cracks.
Andrew Forell
False Fed — Let Them Eat Fake (Neurot Recordings)
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Is it accurate to call a band including members of legendary underground acts Amebix (Stig Miller), Nausea (Roy Mayorga) and Broken Bones (Jeff Janiak) a “supergroup”? It might help to note that Janiak has sung for Discharge since 2014, and Mayorga has done a couple stints as drummer for Ministry. All names to conjure with (though a few of us first encountered Mayorga as a teenager back in the 1980s Lehigh Valley hardcore scene, when he drummed for Youthquake; West Catty Playground Building forever, man). In any case, the players have pooled their talents to create this death-rocking, sorta goth, sorta post-punk record, and it’s a lot of grim, grimy fun. Most of the music is mid-tempo, grand and romantic in its gestures, but shot through with a crusty growl in the guitars and production tone. The best songs speed things up a bit; both “The Tyrant Dies” and “The Big Sleep” have compelling momentum, complementing the stakes of songs’ ideas. It's Armagideon Time, people. Here’s your soundtrack, from dudes that know.
Jonathan Shaw
Hauschka— Philanthropy (City Slang)
German composer Volker Bertelmann’s 15th album of prepared piano pieces under the name Hauschka is noticeably warmer than some of his previous works. Joined by Samuli Kosminen on percussion and electronics and cellist Laura Wiek, Hauschka continues his exploration of the rhythmic and timbral possibilities of his instrument. At times almost jaunty, there are echoes of Bertelmann’s previous experiments with melancholic atmospherics but the general tone here is welcoming and optimistic. Kosminen adds subtle effects which frame rather than obscure the piano. There’s a touch of Satie in Hauschka’s playful iconoclastic approach to the piano and his deceptively simple melodies, especially on “Loved Ones” where Wiek’s plangent cello lines sustain and decay over an allusive harmony that speaks both of innocence and experience. At the other end of the spectrum, the closing piece “Noise” builds abstract ambience from repeated piano notes, smears of cello and a quiet wash of effects as if the players are enveloped in a thick damp fog. A lovely album for both fans and newcomers.
Andrew Forell
The Hives — The Death of Randy Fitzsimmons (Disques Hives)
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There are usually going to be some questions when a band comes back with a new record after over a decade, maybe especially so with an act like Swedish garage/punk flamboyants the Hives; can they match the energy of their youth? Are they still willing and able to give us the old thrills? Or have they (and this is usually asked with a small, tasteful shudder of disgust) matured? It doesn’t take very long into first single/first track “Bogus Operandi” for the concerned listener to have reason for a sigh of relief. Anyone who used to (or still does?) blast “Main Offender” or “Hate to Say I Told You So” or “Walk Idiot Walk” should feel the galvanizing charge of a true, Frankensteinian resurrection once the riff hits. And across these not-quite-32 minutes (the brevity is also a promising sign) Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist and the boys kick up exactly the kind of racket you’d want from them, with tracks like “Trapdoor Solution” and “The Bomb” savoring the kind of gleefully dumb fun they’ve always provided (with a nice sideline in some of Almqvist’s deliberately, over-the-top awful narrators on “Two Kinds of Trouble” and “What Did I Ever Do to You?”). They even continue to throw out small, satisfying variations on the classic Hives sound like the brassy swagger of “Stick Up” and the surprisingly heartfelt thrash of “Smoke & Mirrors”. They may have killed off their “sixth member,” but the Hives are otherwise in rude health.
Ian Mathers
Islet — Soft Fascination (Fire)
The Welsh psych-electronic oddballs in Islet are on their fourth full-length now but show no signs of settling down. Soft Fascination is a bonkers mash up of dance pop, art song, hip hop, noise and folk. “Euphoria” floats a feather-light daze, a la Avey Tare, then punctures it the rat-at-tat of snare, the rifle shot rap repartee of Emma Daman Thomas. Gossamer textures of synth weave in and around the main action, snapping tight at intervals, like sails catching a hard wind. The whole thing is butterfly ephemeral with strong wires holding it up, a combination of daydream and architecture. “River Body,” if anything, tips even crazier, with its infectious sing-song, skip-rope vocals, its tootling toy keyboards, its blasts of noise and friction. And what can you make of “Sherry” which bucks and heaves and shouts out “Ay, ay, ay, ay,” like a lost Matias Aguayar cut? “Ay, ay, ay, ay,” indeed.
Jennifer Kelly
Jute Gyte — Unus Mundus Patet (Self-released)
Unus Mundus Patet is not the most dissonant or challenging record Adam Kalmbach has released during his 20-plus-year run under the Jute Gyte moniker. But neither is this black metal for the kvlt trve believers or for the hipster-adjacent sets, be they transcendental or ecstatic or blackgazy. The songs twist and turn in on themselves, always clear in their expressions of complex musical ideas, and also — somehow, someway — listenable and enjoyable. Avant-garde? Sure thing, and likely a much more authentic iteration of that phrase’s meaning than the music many other metal bands churn out under cover of high-minded beard stroking. See the by-turns undulating and fragmenting “Killing a Sword” or the trudging, vertiginous and then utterly thrilling “Philoctetes.” Jute Gyte doesn’t make music for the background, but if you can give these songs your full attention, you’ll be rewarded. Turn it up and open the portal into somewhere much weirder and more marvelous.
Jonathan Shaw
Danny Kamins / Chris Alford / Charles Pagano — The Secret Stop (Musical Eschatology)
Free improvisation may be a little sparser on the ground in the southern USA than it is in Chicago or New York, but The Secret Stop affirms the vigor of those who participate. Guitarist Chris Alford and drummer Charles Pagano play in New Orleans, and Danny Kamins is a saxophonist from Texas; this encounter took place in the Crescent City. As even players in places like the aforementioned northern cities or London will affirm, travel comes with this territory. Their interactions display a capacity to sustain balance when the energy is high and to back off when doing so will transform the music’s tension. Kamins intersperses long, coarse tones with emphatic pops, and Alford evidences a fluent stutter that suggests he’s spent a lot of time studying James “Blood” Ulmer’s sound grammar. Pagano’s cymbal sizzle and mutating not-quite-patterns provide both forward momentum and a framework within which the action occurs.
Bill Meyer
MIKE \ Wiki \ The Alchemist — Faith Is a Rock (ALC)
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The long awaited collaboration between The Alchemist and MIKE took a sudden turn when they took on board another New York rapper Wiki who steals the show here. Both Wiki and MIKE were outcasts recording music in the vein of Earl Sweatshirt, even though MIKE was always a better version of Earl with only possibly a tenth of his fame. Knowing no rest, The Alchemist (that is his fourth collab this year) takes both MCs way out of their comfort zone, refusing to pander to the needs. MIKE and Wiki have to deal with The Alchemist’s fast and thick layered production, and it works for all of them. “Mayors A Cop” is a standout here, and Faith Is a Rock is one strong contender for the tape of the year.
Ray Garraty
Camila Nebbia — Una Ofrenda A La Ausencía (Relative Pitch)
The title translates as An Offering To Absence, which of course raises the question, what’s missing? Camila Nebbia is a multidisciplinary artist who grew up in Buenos Aires, Argentina, but has seems to have spent a fair chunk of time moving around Europe in recent years, and is currently based in Berlin. She has a sizable discography, but this correspondent has not heard most of it, so let’s just focus on the album at hand. Its 16 tracks present three facets of her work — acoustic tenor saxophone, electronically adjusted saxophone and poetry — with the first method best represented. The unaccompanied saxophone performances reveal her mastery of both weight-bearing muscularity and adroit tap-dancing on the far side of the fences that confine conventional tonality. But when she layers long tones and feedback, Nebbia becomes a one-woman orchestra transmitting heavy Penderecki vibes. The one poem included, “Dejo que me lieve” (“I let it lie”), is recited in Spanish, and no translation is offered; perhaps home is what’s not there, so she needs to manifest it creatively?
Bill Meyer
[Continued in Part 2, because Tumblr decided we only get 10 audio links.]
#ad hoc#bryon hayes#dust#dusted magazine#axolotl#bill meyer#will butler#square sisters#andrew forell#claire deak#tim clarke#mike donovan#everything falls apart#false fed#jonathan shaw#hauschke#the hives#ian mathers#islet#jennifer kelly#jute gyte#danny kamins#MIKE#ray garraty#camila nebbia#Angelika Niescier#Bandcamp#Youtube
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Groot (Guardians of the Galaxy) VS. Greg Powell and Mike Donovan (i, robot)
Groot Propaganda
Greg and Mike Propaganda
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The I, Robot (2004) would have been a much better movie if it was about Mike and Greg dealing with yet another "malfunctioning" robot. It just never gets old.
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I, ROBOT by Isaac Asimov. (New York: Gnome, 1950). Cover by Edd Cartier.
Initial edition of 5,000 copies.
“Robbie" (Super Science Stories, September 1940 as “Strange Playfellow”, revised 1950)
"Runaround" (Astounding, March 1942) [Mike Donovan]
"Reason" (Astounding, September 1941) [Mike Donovan]
"Catch That Rabbit" (Astounding, April 1944) [Mike Donovan]
"Liar!" (Astounding, May 1941) [Susan Calvin]
"Little Lost Robot" (Astounding, March 1947) [Susan Calvin]
"Escape!" (Astounding, September 1945)
"Evidence" (Astounding, September 1946) [Susan Calvin]
"The Evitable Conflict" (Astounding, June 1950) [Susan Calvin]
(London: Grayson & Grayson, 1952)
(New York: Signet, 1956)/(London: Digit, 1958)
#book blog#books#books books books#book cover#science fiction#science fantasy#i robot#isaac asimov#edd cartier#susan calvin#3 laws of robotics#astounding science fiction#ai#mike donovan#artificial intelligence
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V Episode 01 (1983) Created by Kenneth Johnson Warner Bros. Television Dir. Kenneth Johnson
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Greg Powel and Mike Donovan Propaganda
These poor fellows, they were testers for a warpdrive ship that was completely built by a robot named Brain. Brain had gone mad after facing the dilemma of what would happen to humans during a warpjump (dying). So it built a ship without stering, outwards comunication or ability to unlock the door from the inside.
They were just checking the ship out and decided that 'nahh this ain't for us' but Brain had locked the door. Then it shoot of to space and made a warpjump..
This is how the book describes it (I know it is kinda long but it is surrealist and wonderfully weird)
Powell looked at his hand on the metal chair-arm and said with frozen calm, “Feel the wall, Mike.” Donovan did, and said, “You can feel it shake, Greg.” Even the stars seemed blurred. From somewhere came the vague impression of a huge machine gathering power with the walls, storing upenergy for a mighty leap, throbbing its way up the scales of strength. It came with a suddenness and a stab of pain. Powell stiffened, and half-jerked from his chair. His sight caught Donovan and blanked out while Donovan’s thin shout whimpered and died in his ears. Something writhed within him and struggled against a growing blanket of ice, that thickened. Something broke loose and whirled in a blaze of flickering light and pain. It fell – and whirled and fell headlong into silence! It was death! It was a world of no motion and no sensation. A world of dim, unsensing consciousness; a consciousness of darkness and of silence and of formless struggle. Most of all a consciousness of eternity. He was a tiny white thread of ego – cold and afraid.Then the words came, unctuous and sonorous, thundering over him in afoam of sound: “Does your coffin fit differently lately? Why not try Morbid M.Cadaver’s extensible caskets? They are scientifically designed to fit the natural curves of the body, and are enriched with Vitamin B1. UseCadaver’s caskets for comfort. Remember – you’re – going – to – be – dead– a – long – long – time!” It wasn’t quite sound, but whatever it was, it died away in an oilyrumbling whisper. The white thread that might have been Powell heaved uselessly at the insubstantial eons of time that existed all about him – and collapsed upon itself as the piercing shriek of a hundred million ghosts of a hundred million soprano voices rose to a crescendo of melody: “I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal, you. “I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal, you. “I’ll be glad–” It rose up a spiral stairway of violent sound into the keening supersonics that passed hearing, and then beyond–The white thread quivered with a pulsating pang. It strained quietly–The voices were ordinary – and many. It was a crowd speaking; as wirling mob that swept through and past and over him with a rapid, headlong motion, that left drifting tatters of words behind them. “What did they getcha for, boy? Y’look banged up–” “–A hot fire, I guess, but I got a case–” “–I’ve made Paradise, but old St. Pete–” “Naaah, I got a pull with the boy. Had dealings with him–" “Hey, Sam, come this way–” “Ja get a mouthpiece? Beelzebub says–” “–Going on, my good imp? My appointment is with Sa–” And above it all the original stentorian roar, that plunged across all: “HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!!! Stir your bones, and don’t keep us waiting – there are many more in line. Have your certificates ready, andmake sure Peter’s release is stamped across it. See if you are at the proper entrance gate. There will be plenty of fire for all. Hey, you – YOU DOWN THERE. TAKE YOUR PLACE IN LINE OR–” The white thread that was Powell groveled backward before the advancing shout, and felt the sharp stab of the pointing finger. It all exploded into a rainbow of sound that dripped its fragments onto an aching brain. Powell was in the chair, again. He felt himself shaking. Donovan’s eyes were opening into two large popping bowls of glazedblue. “Greg,” he whispered in what was almost a sob. “Were you dead?” “I... felt dead.” He did not recognize his own croak. Donovan was obviously making a bad failure of his attempt to stand up, “Are we alive now? Or is there more?” “I... feel alive.” It was the same hoarseness.
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V: The Series "The Betrayal" (1985)
#V#V TV#V The Series#V 1984#The Betrayal#Marc Singer#Michael Ironside#Faye Grant#Ham Tyler#Mike Donovan#Julie Parrish#vedit#vtvedit#80sedit#tvedit#scifiedit#GIF#my gifs#Danny watches V The Series#Hide and Queue
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inktober #10 - Your nightmares must be in technicolor
#my art#inktober#i robot#mike donovan#idk man if you hate robots so much why do you insist on working with them#not to victim blame but#why
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