We heard the rumour of $99 - and we thought, blimey, we’ll take three - but it’s not turned out that way…
A fresh missive from the girl for who every day is another leap into adventure - another chance to laugh at death, danger and destruction. A bit like John Noakes or that one that did the marathon.
After a week or two of fiddling around, swearing, and swearing a bit more, the amazing 2004 version paper-jam website is here. Rejoice, and then make a cup of tea.
A new concept in compilation albums .... TERROR is its name. Some of the most disturbing recordings that I could think of in a spare hour or so. Plus excitingly, your chance to win the lot!
Our globe-trotting heroine finds herself back in the town known globally as the cement capital of the midlands. Never mind, on the way back she visited some flash places, headbutted a tree and was bored shitless in the Pacific.
We travelled a hundred miles to get to an art gallery to lie on the floor, like a pair of stupid hippies. (Some big photos in here...)
Depending on your politics, either a searing critique of the treatment of the unemployed underclass or a load of moaning from a dole bludger.
Bollocks to the BBC - for my fix of spacey electro, thumping disco and mad Italian soundtracks, I tune to a renegade Dutch internet radio station…
What to think about the event that almost no-one is talking about : Ad pushes the swear button hard as he takes you through the runners and the one’s he’d like to ride for this years gruelling, almost musical marathon
She was looking for a job and then she found a job and heaven knows shes miserable now (despite industrial quantities of free food)
Mcdonalds too mentally taxing? Temping too much like hard work? Why not slip into the blue T-shirt and treat people who bring a film back a day late like drunk-driving, Nazi war criminals? Plus all the out of date popcorn you can eat.
New paper-jam columnist Nick takes us on a journey into the history that most hated (and technically frustrating) element of clothing, the dreaded tie.
For no particular reason, it is time to think about who are the most wooden actors working today. Plus which type of wood they specifically resemble, yes we’ve already thought of Reeves.
More re-make horror. But this time it is one for the laydeez as Vanessa gets all hot and bothered over the re-casting of Mr Darcy in the upcoming cinema version. Someone sling her a bar of chocolate and a cushion, that should sort things out.
We travel southwards to drink a number of “real” beers, hoping to experience “real” drunkeness and “real” hangovers but without the associated beards and Wicker Man lifestyle choices.
In my humble opinion Blurs fourth album easily eclipses the output of Joy Division, The Smiths and Radiohead as the number one downer album of all time. Cynical, morbid and miserable, it’s got the lot!
Politics is in the air once more, Arnie is on the campaign trail in the states and Iraq is happily gearing up for a good strong dose of “Democracy”. Over here we are all abit apathetic, we need new dynamic representatives. Maybe you could be one of them?
Can acclaimed video artist Bruce Nauman follow Anish Kapoor and Olafur Eliasson, and successfully fill the massive space at Bankside? Well, you’d hope so.
The article that does exactly what it says on the tin…
Nothing to do with Bob Marley, honest. Trainspotting in the army says popular concensus.“Why couldn’t I see this round here?” says Jim
Goes on for so long you may well lapse into a coma or even die of natural causes before the end: A tour of some arty establishments in London.
Extremely laid-back movie. Has what is already being described as the greatest opening shot of all time. We certainly liked it.
Jim W just about gets to the Birmingham Academy in time to see Franz Ferdinand, The Von Bondies, The Rapture, and Funeral For A Friend
Big things are expected of this artschool indie band that you can dance to. Does their debut album live up to the hype, or are they destined to be sweeping up in Tesco with Shed Seven this time next year?
We’ve watched it so you don’t have to. If you find yourself in a position where you have no choice, this article could help you retain your vital signs.
Finally we’ve written something new. This excellent film allows me to moan about how we should all watch more films with subtitles.
Excellent, award winning first novel from an exceedingly dodgy geezer. Bought it from Fopp for two quid or something. Bargain.
Can I use the word excellent for the third time in a row? Find out inside. The Spaced people make the jump to the big screen while I rant about annoying people in the cinema. Grrrrrr…
After our complete failure to cover the blood-drenched volume one, paper-jam despatch a new correspondent to check out the second bit of Tarantino’s Samurai action flick…
Has the presence of the annoying Jim Carrey ruined what sounds like the most intriguing film for ages? Is that ELO song in it? How many takes did they make Dunst do in her pants?
I have dashed back from the shops to bring you news of the return of the quiffed one. Is it like a load of unbeaten Your Arsenal or a pile of shameful Kill Uncle?
Finally we crawl out of our televised sports induced hibernation.... So, re-make of a classic fifties Ealing comedy, is it any good? Or is it Stallone doing Get Carter all over again?
We forego the pleasure/pain of watching England play to go and watch tipped angular guitarpop types Kaito and discoguitar people Radio 4 shake their funky stuff in a shithole in Birmingham. Two weeks later, and our hearing has just about returned…
Michael Moore returns to give Bush and his buddies a right old kicking. You may love it, you may hate it but you should definitely go and see it.
Why make a film in just one genre when you can make a samurai, spaghetti western, comedy-drama, gangster movie with loads of sword fighting and tap-dancing? Once again a Japanese film saves us from the usual boring shite.
Pitch Black was a great film wasn’t it? So given a shedload of money the same bunch of people should make an even better sequel shouldn’t they? Lets find out whether this first film of a proposed trilogy is a turbo diesel or a wimpy unleaded.
Even a knackered phone line cannot defeat me, we are back with the exciting (by now not that) new release from Martin Carr who is turning into a scary robot like in that mad Japanese film, Tetsuo. I reckon.
Finally the eagerly awaited collection of the most underrated bands finest moments. A message to Keith Dooley: Yes you really should buy this album
Sleaze-aholics Pink Grease bring their sweaty glam racket to the ever-lovely Coventry Colosseum. We want to love it. But…
Yes we are still alive. Another month - another worthy left-wing documentary film, which being a worthy, left-wing sort of person I liked a great deal. Lets all go out and campaign outside GAP (unless the sale is on).
In the first (and probably only ever) paper-jam road test, we put my housemates company car through its paces. Will it be any good? Is it fast? Will I leave it on a double yellow outside a bank with the hazard lights on?
The follow up to Hero is another massive spectacular martial arts epic. But is the plot up to the action this time?