A telling of April 2004 by The Wax Conspiracy

April Fooled into Coffin aided State: Ethan Switch - Thursday, 1 April 2004 - 10:27:11
Education Minister Forces Fabricated Political Alliances: Ethan Switch - Friday, 2 April 2004 - 09:31:06
Kings and Razorbacks in Collective Gouge: Ethan Switch - Monday, 5 April 2004 - 10:49:17
Cash Strapped in Too Tight: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 7 April 2004 - 15:55:25
Fries Like a Duck, Tastes Like a Duck, Priced Like a Bald Eagle: Ethan Switch - Friday, 9 April 2004 - 10:48:18
Tortoise Finishes Race, Death Not Forthcoming: Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 13 April 2004 - 10:39:56
Editorial Casting Agencies Employing Viagra Models: Ethan Switch - Friday, 16 April 2004 - 08:26:22
Ben Kennedy dropping limbs before being dropped from Roos squad: Ethan Switch - Monday, 19 April 2004 - 09:22:04
Pop and the Methodic Madness of an Expected Bang: Ethan Switch - Monday, 19 April 2004 - 10:32:32
A Tale of Three Suburbs; Melancholy on Wax Streets: Belvedere Jehosophat - Monday, 19 April 2004 - 12:51:51
Real People, Real Money, Genuine Woollen Knits: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 21 April 2004 - 10:37:03
Of Ugly and Benediction; Ruination on Wax Streets: Belvedere Jehosophat - Monday, 26 April 2004 - 08:02:27
The Hot House Finale Decree: Nobody Likes a Bogan: Ethan Switch - Monday, 26 April 2004 - 11:22:57
Moving Mounds of Dirt Made Hungry for the Juice: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 28 April 2004 - 10:46:32
Coursing Comicbooks for the Illuminati: Ethan Switch - Friday, 30 April 2004 - 08:55:45

Punch the button and keep a fresh and up-to-date eyeball on our latest reviews, articles and filthy somesuch. Does not hit back.

Or simply subscribe via email:

Articles and essays

Red Riding Trilogy: This is an attempt to understand the newish British television series Red Riding. Due to the regional accents, the muttering, the byzantine plot, and that British inability to provide subtitles, I am writing a detailed synopsis to get my head around this excellent television show. In short, it is nothing but spoilers, spoilers, spoilers...
Kitchen Antics - Chicken in Faux Ragoût: Ladder of flavour? A few rungs above bland. This can be constructed & delivered in less than 30 minutes, depending on your aptitude with a knife.
Lassitude abandons the Throwing Knives: Down on the chamber pot, the percolating smells brew up quite the nasal fest. From the wafting fumes, the air solidifies partial sweaty rock and musty punk, a taste hinting at delicious pockets of after-aftertaste, and the not so floral punch of an undone music interview leaves the tongue wanting something else.

Every detail makes the story worth following somewhere. Cooking up microfiction and life lessons as we review film, music, books, theatre and other aspects of culture.
It's all intrigue and conspiracy.

Nipple protection from the elements?
Armpit hair needs a lair?
Bellybutton catching too many flies?

Then grab this comfy chest covering and other kinds of T-shirts at The Wax Sweatshop.

id=ufo

A telling of April 2004 by The Wax Conspiracy

Aperçus

Wicked archives

Reviews

Articles and essays