Separating the sweet, juicy flesh from the stone and skin of this week’s major label releases.
Life is just one big game of Whac-A-Mole.
We get born, and up through a hole in a great big plastic machine in some celestial games-room pops a little furry head. At some point later on – it could be 100 seconds, it could be 100 years – one of the gods playing the game notices us, whips his foam hammer around, and *bang*.
We’re gone.
The surrounding whac-a-moles feel terribly sad for a while, and consider just allowing themselves to fall back down into the game’s internal machinery. But, time strolls implacably onwards, and eventually the other whac-a-moles become so absorbed in extending their own gametime that they cease to remember the lost one. Perhaps just occasionally they’ll spare a thought, during those times whac-a-moles hold dear to their velveteen hearts.
