The first episode that really digs hard into the bloody realities of war, distancing itself from the rah-rah claptrap of the previous two episodes. My guess is the ongoing spectre of Vietnam played a part into shaping the plot of this one. John Colicos guest stars as the ruthless British colonel. Compelling from start to finish.

This is the pro wrestling of reality TV. Like wrestling before it got really mainstream and ran on Saturday mornings, but even a step down from those jobbers.

I'm guessing the "unfavorable reviews" from Metacritic glossed over this is based on Andy Summers' OWN MEMOIR...but that's ok. And if it's a loose representation, it's a very endearing one.

This is a fun but really stupid record and if you get easily offended by explicit sex talk and jokes then DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM! Hi-C was affiliated with the same crew as DJ Quik and appeared and many of his records. There were a couple of tracks here that got notice: "Sitting in the Park" (a rap remake of a 60's soul hit) and "Leave My Curl Alone", which was Hi-C's plea for his hairstyle. This is kind of like an Ice Cube record around the same time but replace Cube's venom with the jester-like vocals of Hi-C, and the beats are not as solid. But the record is good for a revisit or two.

The stoner rock movement - if you can call it a movement - proved to be as nebulous as past trends like "Second Wave British Blues" and well, "post-punk". It involved a litany of varied bands from the hippest of music scenes to the farthest of far-flung places you can't even imagine. San Jose, California's Sleep provided arguably the biggest mystery the genre has ever seen. Their one and only foray into the corporate big leagues took eons to record (well, about two years, because of the Man, man) and felt even longer to experience. This epic hour-long bout of hash-slung pile-driving sludge apparently didn't impress their bigwig label enough for official release, so originally it came out in edited form as Jerusalem in 1999, followed by the full version in 2003. Not saying the Sleep records before and after suck or anything but when all is said and done their career hinges on this Gordian Knot-style whopper.