You know the drill ladies and gentleman, you wait impossibly long for another Master Bates Motel podcast and eventually one turns up where we talk a load of nonsense around the subject. We’ll try to be quicker with the next we promise. We’ve just had an awful lot on. SOZZA.
If you’ve read my last couple of reviews (Virginia Obscura for Popcorn Horror and Memory Lane for Haddonfield Horror) you’d be forgiven for thinking it is my personal mission to give a generous kicking to every micro-budgeted piece of horror fiction flung my way for review.
Not so for this latest piece, the newest chapbook from This is Horror, Stephen Graham Jones‘ The Elvis Room. You’ll be able to find out what I thought about it in a forthcoming review for Popcorn Horror, but for now here’s the PR from This Is Horror.
Think of it as penance for my recent acts of critical savagery.
It’s something amusing itself, that the biggest comedy festival in the world began on the fringe of the world’s biggest arts festival.
But it’s a long time since those unwelcomed but enterprising performers set up their own festival at the edges of the still simultaneously running Edinburgh International Festival. Since then it’s ballooned into a citywide month of fun and chaos run by many different companies, small and massive (a fact which Stewart Lee decries, despite still finding it in himself to play the Assembly Rooms, one of the biggest venues there is) vying for your attention.
After virtually unstoppable growth however, the recession’s finally hit over half a decade late. As Richard Herring himself put it “everyone is having a hard time”.