Welcome listeners, to a podcast dedicated to Schlock’s first, and arguably only, love – the one and only Howard Philip Lovecraft. Well, okay, maybe love is putting it…
‘You are your own box – get out’
Photographer Jacob Sammut guides us through the process behind this issue’s striking and brutal cover.
Exam Questions for the Story whose Readers Die within a Week of Reading it
Why did the milkman’s father follow the fata morgana across the border into Zanzibar? Would you have followed? Would you have brought the dog?
Fire on Mentagnus Bay
The sun shone. Atop a two hundred-foot white cube stood three figures. One mile away, a three-person boat approached the cube. The heaviest passenger, wearing knee-high rain…
My Early Math Lesson
Her reply short and quick with a smile
While striving to never be generic, we here at Schlock take our rituals seriously, if only to acknowledge them so as to subvert them. And what is a more enduring ritual than the undeniable churn of the seasons, occasioned as it is by the plain-as-day movements of the sun, moon and overall weather?
We haven’t asked for this! Marco is back with Pop Culture Destruction, and he brings company before he tackles Avengers: Age of Ultron – Noel Tanti writes about horror flick Digging up the Marrow, while Teodor reviews Skullcrack City and The Visible Filth. Also: News!
A proud and beloved representative of the darkly teeming milieu of ‘bizarro’ fiction, Jeremy Robert Johnson is attracting acclaim for his debut novel, Skullcrack City – a conspiracy thriller whose grotesque dystopian vision would have made Hieronymous Bosch proud, but whose pulp roots and cyberpunk beats lend it a brisk and ice-cool clip. He speaks to us about the sub-genre that has become his home, the challenges of corralling such a heady premise into a debut novel… and Tacos.
Hi, and welcome to the twentieth Schlock podcast. Twenty! Crazy, right? Wait, what do you mean, Schlock is back at making podcasts? I know as much about…
”The Nightmare” is a spirit commonly found in folklore throughout many cultures. It is said to be responsible for sleep paralysis and bad dreams. In the book The Maltese Bestiary by Stephan D. Mifsud details the Maltese interpretation of this strange spirit. The unusual portrayal has inspired me to create a dream journal/comic mash up to try and come to terms with this mysterious yet frightening creature.”
Kennedy was my friend; I carefully selected him when I first heard about his burgeoning passion for molecular gastronomy. There were others before him, of course, and always my task was the same. I am The Cooper. I watch them until they reach the point of no return. It is in the interest of self-preservation, but I do enjoy the companionship and the challenge.
He twists and opens his ancient mouth
into the shape of a waiting grave.
I stand looking into nothing.
Monsters have always been with us, and a cursory glance at both pop culture and daily news feeds, in whichever shape they may appear, suggests that in some form or other, monsters will remain with us always.
This will seem strange, but it is also true. All of history is a lie. One hundred years ago mankind shivered naked on the cold savannah. I don’t mean this in any metaphorical sense. Only one hundred days ago we lost the trick of understanding the language of animals. I know this seems strange, it seems mad. It is mad. I don’t want to write these words, I am being made to. They think that if I write down my thoughts, I will recognise how insane they sound.