Check out ‘Long Weekend’ and ‘Martin’ if you’re still in the mood for some horror.

It’s not the grimily psychedelic hyper-invention the RZA envisaged. And it’s not the super-vivid street poetry of the ‘Gangsta’ era, either – by spring of 1997, both Tupac and Biggie are dead. No, by ...

Oh, I don’t mean, spill-free. I mean, something pops out of the squeezy bottle, wipes up all the gunk in the stopper and disinfects it before it goes grimily back in the fridge door. # ...