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  • Non-Euclidean Æthercast #38 – A Chat with Bonsart Bokel of Radio Retrofuture

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    Today I have the great pleasure of having Bonsart Bokel, host of the Radio Retrofuture Youtube channel (please subscribe!) as my guest on the Non-Euclidean Æthercast.

    We cover a lot of ground during the course of the podcast, from Medieval reenactment, to retrofuturistic reenactment, yes this actually works. Bonsart has founded the RAG-TAG: Regiment Anachronistische Grenadiers, check them out. RAG-TAG are actually supposed to be the goons and evil henchmen, but like so many of the „evil guys“, the 501st Legion is the best example, I think, they do some really great stuff, in their case some „Stormtrooper courses“ for children, with nerf guns and other fun-enhancers.

    But I am not going to spoil the podcast here, just tease it.

    Before I forget, check out here for interview on the Fedora Chronicles with Bonsart that gets mentioned on a number of occasions during our chat.

    And just some shameless promotion:

    Bonsart and I are both at Patreon and would of course love some support, so, if you have some change to spare:

    Metapunk on Patreon

    Radio Retrofuture on Patreon

     


  • Review: Victor Sierra – Go for the Strange

    The third full album of Victor Sierra and the third I am going to review and this is getting ridiculous. OK, disclaimer, I supported the fundraiser, Victor Sierra is one of my favourite bands (and their song Mastermind is one of my all time favourite songs) and Commander Bob is one of my oldest friends in the Steampunk scene, but, when I listen to an album, I do my best to be honest.

    So, here we go:

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    Go for the Strange picks up where Yesterday’s Tomorrow ended. The albums are not topically connected, but when you listen to one and then to the other, it is like one smooth transition from one classic to the next.

    Again, the album is multilingual, again, Victor Sierra’s very own style is instantly recognizable, and with instantly recognizable I mean:

    Unquiet Days, the first track, starts with an industrial stomping like the pistons of an airship engine followed, then a  harmonica joins in and lays a tune like you only find it on Victor Sierra albums. So, after 10 seconds, Go for the Strange had its first magical moment and I was hooked. The song itself really stresses the Punk in Steampunk and addresses several issues in our society today.

    The next one The Fall of the Airship Solitaria, goes into a completely different direction. The crew goes into „Full In-Character Mode“, introduces themselves to the listener as the personas they take on their airship The Hydrogen Queen, then they proceed to tell a story from the world the Hydrogen Queen is cruising in.

    OK, before I get into details for every song, I rather stop here. I think if I tell you what to expect from the song, I might set you up for something you do not expect, because listening to music is an interactive experience. You may well receive a song differently from how I received it. It may well trigger different images in your mind than it in mine.

    Go for the Strange is another grandiose album, it delivers everything I expected from Victor Sierra and adds something on top. I particularly enjoyed the songs that tell the stories from their Steampunk universe and then there is this jewel that made it straight into my All Time Favorite List:

    The Shadow Company

    The song is another one from the punk side of Steampunk, as far as its message is concerned. A motivational piece to do things your way.
    „If you feel your future is  made of stone, just get up and leave your comfort zone.“
    Your life is your hand!

    Overall, there is less variation in musical styles than in Yesterday’s Tomorrow but Go For the Strange makes up for this by packing a lot of energy and more drive. This is a very energetic album in deed. The Hydrogen Queen is going full steam ahead.

    Linguistic variation is significant once more with lyrics in English, French and Spanish. I really regret that my knowledge of French has deteriorated to the point that I do not understand what Atlantis (track 9) is all about, but that is my problem, not Victor Sierra’s.

    To sum up: Victor Sierra have delivered another outstanding album, their best to date, I think. Let’s hope it will put them in the spotlight and give them the popularity in the Steampunk scene they truly deserve!

     

    Go For The Strange gets 10/10 Zeppelins and the badge of honour!

    You can find Victor Sierra (and the album) here:

     

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  • Concerning my Dieselpunk / Alternative History Novel

    November last year I started writing a dieselpunk / alternative history novel. The first few pages have already been published here and on the German counterpart of this blog, you may remember it, it concerned a different outcome of the Christmas Truce of 1914.
    Earlier this year, in late January, I received an email inquiring about details of the novel, how far along I was and a few other things.
    We exchanged emails over the course of a week and finally had a Skype conference.
    Long story short: I am not going to publish a novel any time soon, something else is going to happen, what… Well, let’s see. I am going to London later today to discuss details.
    I am very excited.

    Too bad I cannot take a Zeppelin, though.

     

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  • The German Tanks of World War 1 – How Proto-Dieselpunk!

    Let’s face it, the British tanks of the Western Front sure dominate the mental landscape when one thinks of an iconic fighting machine of The Great War.
    But Great Britain was of course not the only nation to field tanks. Once their utility became apparent, Germany quickly caught up, and so did France.
    The first operational German tanks, of the type Sturmpanzerwagen A7V, where a far cry from what Germany would produce 25 years later and I think they are almost comical, take a look:

    Not nearly as Iconic as the British Mark V but very proto-Dieselpunk!


  • BULLET GAL #8 – Pulp/Noir/Dieselpunk Episodical Graphic Novel

    Some more very welcome news from one of my favourite authors (and friend) Andrez Bergen:

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    FEBRUARY 2015 – IF? COMMIX

    WORDS & PICTURES BY ANDREZ BERGEN

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    After our outside-the-box events last issue, which truly set the scene and explained much behind the whole concept of life in Heropa, things get back to relative normality.

    Meaning a hardboiled tail of justice and revenge, bird-dogging the noir aesthetic, even as it introduces two new characters: honest one-eyed cop Bob Kahn and his partner Irv Forbush.

    Meanwhile Lee falls under the police microscope and Mitzi remains in hospital, right outside death’s door.

    Or does she?

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    Bullet Gal #8 will be published in digital and print mediums by Australian publisher IF Commix at the end of January – and watch out for the entire 12-issue trade paperpback via IF? and Under Belly Comics in March.

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    http://iffybizness.weebly.com

    FACEBOOK: ifcommix

    TWITTER: @ifcommix

    So check out If? Commix and this visually stunning noir, gritty graphic novel, you will not regret it, I promise!


  • Remembering the Christmas Truce – Alternative History Fiction

    Today marks the 100th anniversary of the beginning of the Christmas Truce on the Western Front in 1914. It is considered to be the last flicker of the spirit of the Belle Epoque, and so many awful things could have been avoided if the Truce had turned into peace. This is a story of what the world might have looked like, if the Great War would just have been the Autumn Conflict of 1914.

    An original photograph taken during the Christmas truce
    An original photograph taken during the Christmas truce

    I have often wondered what would or could have happened if the Christmas truce had ended not a few days later but instead would have been the beginning of the end of the war. I have finally put some thoughts to paper and came up with the following little piece of alternate history fiction. It is rather longer than my usual posts and essays, so click below.

    The long Christmas

    The deep blue sky stretched from horizon to horizon. No clouds promising rain and respite from the summer heat.
In his study the old gentleman sat at his desk, the scratching of his pen the only sound disturbing the early afternoon silence. He finished his diary entry, wiped his brow and drained a glass of water, refilling it from a jug next to the diary. The heatwave had been lingering over Louveviennes for a week now and he was getting to old for this kind of weather.
    Perhaps he should ask his guest to take him to Paris later today. As if conjured by his thoughts, a car came into view, heading down the road towards the house. That should be him. The car stopped in front of the porch. First, his old friend got out on the right, while on the driver’s side a young man, maybe in his twenties, emerged. “Joseph!” the newcomer exclaimed. “Alexandre, I am happy you could find the time.” The two old men embraced.“And who is this fine young man you have brought along? I presume he is not just your driver.” “Monsieur Granauskas. He is a Lithuanian engineer.” Joseph narrowed his eyes. The youth looked vaguely familiar. Maybe one of those brash technocrats you read so much about these days. “Let’s go inside, I am sure Gustave has already prepared some refreshments.”

    The salon was noticeably cooler than the rest of the house. A rather outlandish and expensive temperature control device had been set up in there, doctor’s orders. It had cost the old man nothing, though. Alexandre had made sure the Siemens Werke presented it as a gift. They sat around the mahogany table, the old man’s manservant having prepared lemonade and some light sandwiches. “So tell me. Alexandre, how was New York? I would have gone to the World Fair myself but my old bones are no longer fit for travel, I fear.” “To be honest, it was not much of an event, especially compared to the one five years ago. You may remember, Barcelona 1919, when we introduced the new Graf Zeppelin airliner?”
    “How could anyone forget, that damn thing blotted out the sun.”
    “This time, everybody focused on the zeppelins again, no one bothered taking a look at the Armstrong-Whitworth tide-powered generators.”
    “Those are revolutionary. They will be a boon to the Baltic.” It was the first time the young man had said anything since they had sat down. “Alexandre, why don’t you tell my friend Joseph about your project.” “Oh, your friend’s name is Alexandre, too.” The old man smiled. “Monsieur Granauskas, you have a project involving those generators?” “Well, Marechal…” “Oh please, I’m retired. In my house my friends call me Joseph.”

    Joseph Joffre

    “Of course…” a slightly embarrassed smile flashed across the young man’s face. “I have drafted a plan for installing a series of his generators along the Baltic coast. They will have to be modified, though. The tides we get are not as strong as in the Atlantic Ocean. With any luck, we should be able to set up the first ones next spring.”
    “How are the independence talks coming along? The newspapers and the radio have not reported anything recently.”
    “Well, Czar Nicholas is still opposed to the idea. The talks have bogged down. Some radical elements on both sides would prefer violence, either to suppress the independence movements or to expel the Russian elites. I personally prefer a federal solution, like the Austrians chose.”
    “Which also led to the independence of Poland.” The older Alexandre added. “It was actually quite fortunate our troops had conquered the area. The Poles feared Russian troops would massacre them, if they made a bid for independence.” “I am still surprised your Kaiser agreed to it.”

    Alexander von Kluck

    “Yes, but what could he do. After The Accord… It was like a good disease. Nobody wanted to take up arms anymore, especially not against a crowd of singing old men, women and children. Hindenburg told me later what he told the Kaiser when he was ordered to take all necessary measures.”
    “Oh, you never told me… What did he say?” Joseph’s eyes gleamed with curiosity.
    Alexandre’s cheeks were already flushed and his shoulders were jerking with suppressed laughter. “I’m sorry, I cannot relate the tone of voice, but he said: That’s exactly what I will do, and you bloodthirsty bastard will not like it.” It was a few minutes before Joseph stopped laughing. “Oh my, the old general really said that?” He dabbed his eyes with a silken handkerchief. “Remind me to congratulate him, should we ever meet again.”
    “Of course, but what else was there to say? I think Wilhelm II was the only one who did not understand what was going on. It is an irony of fate, his decision to send idle troops east to fight the Russians actually helped end the war there, too.” “I read a most interesting analysis of your Kaisers actions recently. The conclusion was, he wanted another great victory before the war ended.” “I agree, I think most German commanders would have. Instead he got peace on all sides. The Russians were only too willing to stop fighting. The poor devils‘ supply situation was dire. At least our troops had enough to eat and each one had a rifle…” his voice trailed off for a moment.
    “Christmas 1914, who would have thought it…” “Yes, I still remember when my adjutant burst in and told me the English and your soldiers were singing songs together in no-mans-land.” “Seems like a different world now. I actually went to inspect what was going on. That’s when I first met Major Connolly, you remember him?”
    “Oh yes, he was present that February in Strasbourg when we signed The Accord, wasn’t he? The tall fellow missing an ear.” “Yes, that was him.” “How is he?”
    “Fine, I guess. Haven’t heard of him in a while, now. But I will see him next year. His son and the daughter of Hauptmann Schwanke, are getting married in spring.”
    “Oh, do they? Wait a minute… Schwanke is the one who went on this exchange mission in 1915, just after hostilities ended, he was on your staff.” “Yes.” “Their children must have met…”
    “… when they were children. We were actually joking about it. Connolly’s wife mentioned in several letters to my wife, the way James and Auguste disliked each other could only mean they were destined to get married later.” “Women’s intuition… Are you married, my young friend.”
    “Engaged… It is complicated…”
    Joseph sudied the young man’s face. Yes, it is him. “Your father does not approve, then.” The young man shook his head. “Next time you see him, tell him times change. If General Von Kluck and Marechal Joffre can sit together as friends and the German Empire and France exchange Lorraine as a token of friendship, the Czar should accept his heir marrying, I presume a commoner?”
    The Czarevitch blushed.
    “Well said and guessed, Joseph!” “It is only the truth, Alexandre. Now Highness…”
    “Just Alexei, please, I am a simple engineer.”
    “Now, now, Alexei.” Von Kluck cautioned “You are not just a simple engineer. You have heard Krupp and Siemens. You are one of the finest of your generation.” Alexei Nikolaevich kept starring at the table.
    “Excuse my curiosity,” Joseph Joffre began after an awkward moment. “but do you have any idea why your father still clings to the past?”
    “He believes in divine appointment and prays for fate to vindicate him eventually. He has surrounded himself with sycophants… People who tell him what he wants to hear. I fear another famine will bring everything crushing down. The Ukraine is producing enough grains to feed the empire, but the harvest is left to rot because we cannot transport it to where it is needed. Russia is stuck in the 18th century. Sometimes I wish Hindenburg had marched on St. Petersburg…”
    “But you will be Czar one day.”
    “Maybe. Peter Nikolaevich and his cronies will try to prevent it. They know I will send them all to Siberia or worse.“ Marechal Joffre frowned, the Czarevitch was right. Rather than loose their grip on the Russian Empire, Grand Duke Peter and and his cabal of occultists would do anything to replace Nicholas II with a puppet. A young Czar with radical ideas and no regard for noble birth must be their worst nightmare.
    “So, what are you planning to do?”
    “Wait for the right moment. I have already made arrangements. It will be risky. Does the name Gagik Ozanian mean anything to you?”
    “The Silver Lion of Yerevan, of course! Oh…”
    “Yes. As I said, it will be risky. They can reach St. Petersburg by submarine from Danzig in two days.”
    “And the Kaiser has consented?” Joseph was stunned.
    “The Kaiser knows nothing about it.” explained Von Kluck. “He has done nothing but play war games and make the occasional public appearance in recent years. His eldest son and Reichskanzler Von Falkenhayn are the de facto rulers.”
    “And they support the plan?”
    “They consider it the lesser evil.” Alexei explained. “The German Empire is well aware of the instability of Russia and they would rather have somebody in charge they know than some greedy nitwits or uncontrollable revolutionaries. There is no good or easy solution.”
    “Yes, there isn’t. Did you promise the Armenians independence?”
    “No, as I said, I prefer a federal solution. Besides, if I would grant the Armenians independence, the Georgians would want it, too. The Caucasus would fracture into a myriad of tiny independent nations. I have also made sure Ozanian will deploy non-Armenians in the operation. His two second-in-commands are a Georgian and a Tartar.”
    “Ah, you want to send the message this palace revolution is for all the people of the Empire.”
    “This is what I hope.”
    “And if you fail?”
    “If I fail I hope to take Peter and his cabal with me. Should they have the guts to fight. But I will be there when Ozanian strikes. It is the least I can do.”
    „But your haemophilia, the slightest wound can kill you. This is too risky.”
    “No, my old friend,” Von Kluck smiled confidently “it’s not.”
    “Here.” Alexei produced a tiny syringe from his waistcoat and pushed it over the table to Marechal Joffre. It contained a slightly milky liquid. He took it and held it up to the light filtering in through the window. “Medication? A cure?” “A cure of sorts.” the Czarevitch explained. “It is a bit like insulin. I have to take it when I need it. It is still new and rather expensive. A team of researchers from the Pasteur Institute developed it.”
    “Curiously enough,” Alexander Von Kluck remarked, “two of the researchers, Doctor Martin and Doctor Lagneaux, served as medics during the war, they met in the trenches. Imagine what would have happened had the war dragged on. They might both be dead now. Makes you wonder how many brilliant minds we saved by making peace in 1915.”
    “I often think about this.” Joffre agreed. “Every time I see a Zeppelin above or enjoy the service of this device.” He turned towards the Siemens Temp 90 in the corner and contemplated its brushed metal shell for a moment. “Perhaps we averted another dark age.”
    “Russia is still trapped in a dark age. Little has changed in decades. Nothing major since the serfs were freed.”
    “Yes.” Joffre agreed. “But you are a young man with a goal and fire in your heart. You can change this.”
    The old Marechal of France got up, went over to a cabinet and took out three tumblers. He placed them on the table and filled them with cognac. “A toast my friends! To dark times avoided and bright futures to be created!”
    They raised their glasses.

    I hope you enjoyed the story.

    PS: I originally posted this piece three years ago, but the short story is now being turned into a proper novel (in German) in the wake of NaNoWriMo 2014.


  • Bullet Gal by Andrez Bergen – Your support here, please!

    My friend and author extraordinaire Andrez has a new graphic novel ready to go, Bullet Girl, which needs your help to get on the road.

    Bullet Gal

    The first thing you need to know about Bullet Gal is that it’s a loving homage to hardboiled noir — the detective fiction and pulp produced in the first half of the 20th century by writers like Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett.

    As a writer with four published novels of his own as well as a graphic novel already under the belt, Andrez Bergen wears this influence with pride.

    But he also loves his sci-fi and dystopia, anything from The Matrix to Blade Runner, Inception to Ghost in the Shell — and the Bullet Gal comic book embraces these inspirations too.

    Let me tell you, I have the graphic novel adaption of Tobacco-stained Mountain Goat here, and if Bullet Girl is only remotely as good, it s well worth your investment.

    Check out some sample art:

    And this is the trailer with some more info:

    If you are into hard-boiled noir, or simply love the style , enjoy a good graphic novel or just because you are awesome and want to help other awesome people please support Bullet Gal here.
     


  • Iron Sky The Coming Race – Teaser #1 (Official)

    It has run the course of the usual channels already, but it would be highly dishonourable not to share this wonderful trailer here as well:

    And to be honest, if Iron Sky – The Coming Race is actually a well-disguised documentary, it would explain an awful lot!

    Also, the faster we raise funds for this movie, the earlier the whole truth will be revealed, support it here:

    http://igg.me/at/thecomingrace

     


  • Excellent Dieselpunk Comic – RumRow

    Another thing that came in through the ætherbox, and what an exciting thing it is:
    A comic, soon to be available in print, that no Dieselpunk worth their weight in fuel should miss.
    Set in an alternate version of our 1930s, it features wonderfully weird and Art-Deco-esque airships and fighter planes, dashing protagonists of both genders, action, suspense and bootleg liquor.

    I was just about to say „Speakeasy of the Skies“ because of the alliteration, but this would have been inaccurate.

    The Kickstarter campaign for the funding of the print edition is still going on, check it out. The project is already fully funded, but maybe you just want to help reach a stretchgoal or get your hands on a reward.

    I will post a full review at a later date and now, please check out what the gentleman and artist Andrew Maxwell, mastermind behind RumRow has to say:


  • Keep Dieselpunks.org from falling!

    Tome Wilson, an icon of the Dieselpunk community and head behind the famed website and community dieselpunks.org needs our help!

    Since its beginning in 2009 Dieselpunks.org has grown into one of the biggest and liveliest ætherweb abodes of our scene, this has also led to its associated costs have increased drastically. It has gotten to the point where Tome is no longer able to shoulder the costs all by himself.

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    So, Tome has initiated a Kickstarter fundraiser to keep Dieselpunks.org fuelled and going for the foreseeable future and also expand the site. If there ever was a worthy project for our community on Kickstarter, this is it. Please consider giving your support and do not let Dieselpunks.org fall!