Wrestling Superstructures and Subcultures: the AEW All In 2023 Live Review

For the vast majority of human history, everyone was mainly just into the same shit, and had the exact same cultural references. You think in 5000 BC, when you and your fellow Sumerians were starting your little agricultural society based around the cultivation of dates, people would have much time for your niche appreciation of tomato crops? They’d be like “nah kevin we all about the dates right now fr”. It was essentially a monoculture though, so everyone would at least be aware of the tomato subculture, even if they weren’t fans themselves. Everyone went bananas for dates*, and everyone knew that some weirdos like fucking Kevin inexplicably preferred tomatoes. For thousands of years, we have had the superstructure and the subculture, with a clear distinction and easy to judge distinction between the mass support of dates and the dangerous, fringe interests such as tomatoes.

‘Das Gespenst’ is German for ‘The Titty Master’

(*but, crucially, not bananas)

Which brings us, naturally, to professional wrestling.

There are statistics to argue that professional wrestling is as big – or even bigger – now than it ever has been. Or at least as big as it’s been in the modern era, biggest since 943 thousand people somehow crammed into the Atlanta Omni in the 50s to watch George Hackenschmidt put Toots Mondt in a headlock for 97 minutes. Live gates are huge, merchandise sales are huge, the world’s Problematic Fave WWE are making billions upon billions of dollars in increasingly morally dubious ways. Sure, TV audiences are a fraction of what they were during the first (Hogan) and second (Austin) WWF/E boom periods, but do you know why that is? Because no fucker actually watches TV anymore! I asked a Zoomer what their favourite TV show was, and they didn’t actually know what I was talking about, had never heard of a ‘TV’ before, and actually refused to speak to me any further because they’d assumed I’d made a transphobic slur. Wrestling on TV may only get fourteen people and one ferret watching every week, but it’s one of the only things that gets any sort of repeat viewings, so stations like Fox will still throw a billion dollars at them in the hope of securing at least a handful of people to show Dominos Pizza adverts to (also eggs. Ferrets love eggs. You should always do market research). Attendances, money made, CM Punk clout farming (the three most crucial elements to measure cultural integration), wrestling might be bigger now than any point in my or anyone reading’s lifetime.

But wrestling doesn’t feel big does it?

are you going to mention the event at any point?

#36 METHYL ETHYL: Are You Haunted?

OK, again, I’m not 100% sure who this band are. They made the 2019 list after I’d spent the entire year thinking they were someone else. I have no idea how I got into this band, I have no idea where they came from, I have no idea why I ever got that last album. Are they haunted? Is this some spooky shit going down? Did METHYL ETHYL die, on this very night, on this very spot, ten years ago today? Also, have they always stylised their name IN CAPITALS like that? I’m not gonna lie, I’m scared.

What I do know though, is that these mysterious Aussies (to a British person, aren’t all Australians a little mysterious? Like, why are they like that?) just keep producing banger after banger after banger after banger. ‘Are You Haunted’ is perhaps even poppier than their last album – which, I feel I must stress, is absolutely a good thing – and is full of standout tracks.

HOW MANY TRACKS CAN LOGICALLY ‘STAND OUT’?

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Hmmm, this album presents a bit of a problem for me in respect to me writing any sort of a coherent piece on it. I mean, sure, I haven’t really written a coherent piece yet in 386* blog posts, but this one is, like, far less likely to be coherent than most, yeah?

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(*actual number, fact fans! Maybe the thousandth post is the one where I live stream my suicide? Considering it’s taken me three years to reach 384, it should take me, what, about six more to reach 1000? I’ll be in my forties by that point, and as a result almost definitely praying for death. Only if I get enough readers though. Make sure you all hit subscribe)

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