Book: Lucifer: Evensong by Mike Carey et al.

The epilogue volume to Mike Carey’s very fine series about the fallen angel, now sadly at an end. If you’ve never read the series, then I urge you to pick up the first volume, because I’m pretty sure you’ll find yourself hooked. I like it considerable more that I liked it’s parent series, Sandman, and I thoroughly enjoyed Sandman.

Lucifer, perhaps unsurprisingly, is a series about family. I find it amusing that the series main theme – Lucifer’s struggle to define himself on his own terms rather than terms that relate to his creator, is to some extent mirrored in this book’s genesis – spinning off from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, a meandering series with a terribly passive protagonist, this series is almost the polar opposite – Lucifer is too focused and direct to do other than move from point A to point B in the most linear manner he can. Where the Sandman was about the how the protagonist reacted to his changing situation, Lucifer is about how others react to the changes caused by the protagonist’s actions. I like the latter substantially more.

I don’t really want to talk too much about the events of the series, because I wouldn’t want to spoil it for those that haven’t yet read it. Taken as a whole, the series is the single best thing I’ve reviewed so far this year, and I strongly urge you to give it a go.

Album Gorillaz by Gorillaz

Yeah, I’m the last person on earth to buy this. I know. Still not sure what I’d call it. Indie-dub? Well, when it’s good (the tracks everyone knows – “Clint Eastwood” “19-2000” a few others) it’s very, very good. Otherwise, it’s perfectly entertaining, but when I see the heights that the they can hit, I do wonder why they bothered to include the merely adequate. I can’t be bothered with anything longer here, I’m afraid – I’m sure you’ve all already made your own minds up.

In Other News: Ageing Disgracefully

On Sunday, I turn 30. If you’ve been enjoying these series of short reviews of stuff, you might take the excuse to stop by my wishlist, and buy me something you’d like to see reviewed here. It’ll help me get over the terrible shock of ageing, too.

No, I have no shame. Why do you ask?

Book: Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman

Y’know, it’s only in comics that Gaiman could be considered even slightly challenging. The more I read his books, that more I think that he’s extremely lightweight. Sub-Pratchett lightweight. Now, that’s not to say that this is a bad thing, but I expected more from this New York Times bestseller, about the sons of Anansi, the trickster spider god. Don’t get me wrong – I had a hard time putting this book down, because it is very engaging – a blurb the back cover calls it Wodehouse-esque, or something like, which is quite over the top, but it does have the sort of gentle english mildly amusing humour in it (without ever approaching Wodehouse’s gift for laugh-out-loud language and metaphor). But still, I think it took me maybe three or four hours total to read this novel. It’s very light, and not even the suggested book club questions at the back could fool me into feel like I was reading something deep or complex.

I’m really damning this with faint praise, aren’t I? Look, it’s good. I liked it. It’s a lot lighter than American Gods (or even Sandman), but on the other hand, it has a protagonist that actaully wants things, and does something about them. If you like Gaiman, or you like stories about Anansi, then go for it.

Album: Grinderman by Grinderman

I’m still making my mind up. Which isn’t terribly helpful in a review, I know. I think it’d probably help if I heard a lot of this live – it’s fast, loud-sounding stuff. But it too, feels very light compared to earlier works. Which is sort of the point of Grinderman as I understand it – a bunch of musicians just having fun rattling this stuff at high speed out without trying to be too clever – an attempt to reach back to their more raucous youth. But aside from the singles – “Get It On” and “No Pussy Blues”, there’s nothing that really jumps out on a first couple of listens.

But y’know, it’s Cave. Even light, he’s still one of the finest songwriters around. Honestly, I don’t think it’s really reaching that far back – Cave’s lyrics are in his more recent style, rather than the expressionist styles of the Birthday Party, and while the music is heavy on the guitars, it lacks the menace of the like of The Mercy Seat.

And yet, as I write this, cutting back and forth between Grinderman and early Bad Seeds (I don’t have any Birthday Party to hand), I hear more commonality in the music than I might have thought, from the overall impression. Maybe it’s just the change in Cave’s lyric writing.

I suspect that this one will grow on me. Even over the course of writing this review, I can feel some of the other tracks on the album making more of an impact. And I remain convinced that some of them will really come into their own live.

So that was no help at all, right?

Book: World War Z by Max Brooks

Optioned to be made into a movie by Brad Pitt’s production company if memory serves, this is a the story of how (some of) humanity survived a Romero-esque zombie apocalypse, and begins to reclaim the planet. The narrative is a presented as a series of interviews with people who survived the “Zombie War”, a collection of linked short stories set against the same background. Not exactly great literature, but very entertaining and hard to put down.

Book: Blood, Sweat and Tea: Real Life Adventures in an Inner-city Ambulance by Tom Reynolds

Taken from the Random Acts of Reality blog, this exactly what it says – excerpts from the the life of a London EMT. If you’ve read the blog, you’ll know what you’re going to get. If you haven’t, then you should, because it’s very good. If I have an criticism of this, it’s only that I don’t think the book contains much if anything that wasn’t on the blog.

Book: I Was Bono’s Doppelganger by Neil McCormick

An extra book, just because I was slack in writing them up. Not actually a U2 biography although they turn up a fair amount, because this is the autobiography of their less successful schoolmate. The book is extremely entertaining in it’s own right, as much because the author is quite willing to admit to his failings, so this does feel like an honest account of what it’s like to have your mates succeed on a staggering scale while your own career goes nowhere. (Well, not nowhere – he’s done alright as a journo, after all, but it’s not what he started out aiming for.)

U2 and Bono come out of it quite well, although there’s enough about their failings (their brief dalliance with a really bizarre Irish Christian cult, for example) to make me think that it’s actually quite accurate about them, and it’s interesting to see that Bono may be rather more self aware than he generally appears in the media.

I got this one free off Dave when he headed off to parts Amerikan, and to be quite honest, as much as I enjoyed it, I’m not sure I’d have felt it was worth it had I paid money for it. Amusing, but *very* light.

Music: At San Quentin / At Folsom Prison by Johnny Cash

Well, yeah. Two classic Johnny Cash albums, that are very deservedly classics. Should have bought them a lot sooner. Don’t know what else there is to say – you probably know yourself whether you like Cash or not already. If you don’t, well, get these and make your mind up.

(I’m cheating a little with the music – I actually went two weeks without buying any new music, but then I fell into Fopp by mistake, and bought 4 CDs the other day.)