Open with a prison somewhere in England. A supervillianess in leopard print named Vixen is busting in with her cronies to free the Juggernaut. He’s tearing through the walls, letting free a variety of no good doers in the process. Then suddenly POW! Captain Britain punches him square in the nose. But instead of your typical grandstanding posturing, these two quietly discuss terms of surrender. Of course there is nothing but sarcasm on The Juggernaut’s end of this. We pull back some distance to the sound of several light punches then POW! Captain Britain is hurled miles from the fight with one powerful punch from the unstoppable Juggernaut.
This was the first few pages of Excalibur #3. This comic, more than any other, cemented my love for comic books. Sure, I dabbled here and there in various superhero titles. I had already been a big fan of Groo the Wanderer. I read my share of Spider-Man. I had already read the two part stunner that killed Gwen Stacy in a Marvel Tales reprint. I picked up the occasional G.I. Joe comic. But I never had anything that hooked me like this.
To be considered a favorite album I have to consider several things. Can I listen to it from start to finish without skipping a track? Do the songs have any meaning to me? Does the music conjure up specific emotions? Is it tied to a defining period of my life? I’d like to think that all the albums I’ve placed in my all time favorite albums list consist of one or more of these things. One thing I can say for certain is that all the albums in my top ten check off all those marks.
Matthew Good Band’s ‘Underdogs’ was introduced to me by the Canadian music television station called ‘Much Music’ (now know simply as Much) in the late nineties. The video for ‘Apparitions’ played in the background while I was doing some this or that and it completely caught my attention. It was one of those rare songs that I immediately loved. I somehow missed the flash of text at the end of the video with the name of the song and the band, so I went quite some time not knowing who performed it. I sat glued to that channel for weeks trying to catch it again. When I finally did learn the name of the band, I was hit with another road block. This Canadian band did not have a distributor in the United States. At this point in time, I did not have the internet so I wasn’t able to order an import. I went to the various record stores in town and none of them could order it for me.