Monday, March 12, 2007

Some recent finds

I've found two interesting sites with pretty good writing recently.

Angus Glashier is an Australian SF writer who posts his work on his site Sleepworker.com. There's some pretty good stuff in there. Thanks to glyph for pointing it out to me.

I'm also amazed at the quality of writing in the Eve-Online "backstory" section, Eve Chronicles. It's surprisingly non-crap for game writing. Some of the good ones are The Greatest Joke, Khuumak, Minmatar Methods of Torture, and The Science of Never Again. None of them really have a full plot, but they are fairly well styled and competently done. There's also a short stories section which I haven't had the chance to read yet, but I'm looking forward to it. I haven't seen any game writing that wasn't crap since Deus Ex, so I think it's worth mentioning.

Monday, March 05, 2007

FuzzWuzza - I'm Dying for Atashi No Inu

FuzzWuzza's latest album "I'm Dying For Atashi No Inu" is an epileptic seizure with an anti-nostalgic trip. Like the pizza party on your 7th birthday, it will make you wish you had the power of resurrection to restore your poor dog Jimbo, who choked to death on a burnt pizza crust. FuzzWuzza's rhythms on the second track, "Crackodemon", effortlessly recall it -- the digitally mutilated snare at 2:48 resembles your coughing dog. By 3:05 the dog has died and your mother is screaming maniacally in the synth-sitar.
Track 6, "Multirhythmic Polyphasic Pornographic Beats" brings to mind quietly losing your virginity to Kristen McGaffigan in her bedroom while her father was asleep at the television in the living room. Your awkward fumbling is represented as a twittering, arhythmic background beat that clashes with the inconsistently intensifying xylophone melody which ends with only a mildly satisfying climax and the listener wondering what to do with the mess at the end. Other tracks on the disc variously evoke the lunar landings, bad chicken risotto, and your failure at college. Recommended for those without a tendency for staying up at night feeding depression with remembered errors.