- Music Reviews
- February 28, 2020
Prospect Hill: The American Songster Omnibus (Omnivore Recordings). Review by James Mann.
Chuck Bantam is betrayed by the fickle mistress nostalgia when he picks up the DVD reissue of Return of the Living Dead Part III.
Chuck Bantam’s been watching a little too much television lately, and now he wants to know what’s REALLY going on…
If it’s down to him or the elephant, Chuck Bantam reckons it better be the elephant. Plus, theme park employee bashing!
Chuck Bantam loves his infant nephew, but that doesn’t mean that certain coworkers should imitate all his bad habits.
Chuck Bantam has got a little piece of advice for old Mother Earth. Just a small, simple request.
Chuck Bantam opens his storybook to tell the heartwarming tale of Bob, who was tormented by the queen of gossip, before he transformed into an hardened, obscenity-spewing bastard. It’s a happy ending!
I’ve been bugging Chuck Bantam to finish up this classic piece for months now, but he’s too busy listening to Phish! *Rimshot*
Chuck Bantam looks around fifteen years later and wonders exactly where did it all go wrong? Maybe when you were young and strong…. I apologize.
Spendin’ Chuck Bantam wonders where all his money is going, and what this has to do with Mardi Gras and the human condition.
Chuck Bantam wonders whether the pushy voices he hears late into the night are in his head or courtesy of the cable company.
Even more valuable advice from Chuck Bantam on scoring points with the ladies. Thanks for telling me now, Chuck…
Chuck Bantam shoots ducks in a barrel, and wishes violent death on you-know-who. Try it, it’s fun.
Not naming any names, but Chuck Bantam offers some “friendly” advice to the guy who directed The Cell. Don’t miss this one! J-Lo bashing aplenty!
Chuck Bantam tells us all about his friend Russell. You shoulda been there. Angus would have been proud.
Chuck Bantam takes a look at people who ask him why everyone else doesn’t like them, which, paradoxically, only makes him hate them more.
Chuck Bantam weighs in with a caustic but humorous twist on a familiar story. Think of it as a little pep talk for all the Mike Tysons and “jarhead motherfuckers” who really need it.