A hit 2017 podcast about the hit 1990s Disney animated show Gargoyles. Join Jem and Kay as they dive deep into nostalgic melodrama every other week.
Our next episode will be our last, so write us an email at grotesquespod@gmail.com or forever hold your peace. Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
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Happy Halloween, Jem and Kay are back from the dead yet again. Stick around for the emails to hear some imporant lore revelations! Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
We return from yet another unscheduled hiatus to talk about all our worst nightmares coming true. This is our least favourite episode of Gargoyles! Hopefully this is not your least favourite episode of Grotesques, though. Love you! Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
After another unannounced hiatus, Jem and Kay are back with a vengeance! This one was recorded like five months ago, we're fine, Jem just had to move house and start two new jobs, sorry Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
Jem and Kay uncover the two most important mysteries in television: who is Owen Burnett, and who is Kramer? Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
A new baby, a disguise revealed, another disguise hinted. Also, the return of the OJ trial?? Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
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This episode, the gargoyles are as sick of the avalon boat as we are! Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
Jem and Kay discuss an average episode of Gargoyles, as well as the Gargoyles Discord server and the role that OJ Simpson played in the cancellation of the show. Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
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In this episode we promise to let you know if we go on another hiatus, so it may seem ironic to release it after being silent for over 2 months, but don't worry, that wasn't a hiatus, the episode is just really late. Enjoy! Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
2020 was a time of darkness. It was a world of fear. But now, the spell is broken, and we live again! Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
This episode is late, and the next one probably will be as well. We hope you're safe. Find our merch on redbubble at https://www.redbubble.com/i/water-bottle/Grotesques-by-SnailFeathers/49541309.Y6CDO
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This episode has everything: The return of a host-favourite tertiary character! Poor audio quality for the first ten minutes! A discussion of what might happen if you took a gargoyle to space!
Lighten up your ears in these dark times with Jem and Kay's deep dive into Mark of the Panther.
- We aten’t dead! Donate to bushfire relief: https://www.bushfirerecovery.gov.au/how-help/registered-bushfire-charities - Kay’s Drag Persona on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/randyroydrag/?hl=en Well, we're finally here. Tune in for discussions of representation, Dingo's work ethic, and whether Goliath has seen the Sun on TV
Having taken a brief break so Kay could get married, we're back and dumber than ever! Are Scotland and Ireland basically the same thing? Who is the mysterious voice actor behind Dingo? Why have there been so many stand-alone episodes travelling to different countries this season? All this and more shall be answered within. This episode's artwork belongs to Simon King and is licensed under a Creative Commons ShareAlike 4.0 International License. Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Cummings#/media/File:Jim_Cummings_in_2018.jpg
Beneath the pensive stone face of the Great Sphinx of Giza lies a terrible threat to sensible television writing
Another stop on the Avalon Boat Tour. This time we're in London, and we get a whole host of interesting new characters with very interesting outfits to discuss!
After a rousing recap and analysis of the latest Magic Boat Mystery Tour destination, Jem and Kay finally get to the big questions: as podcasters, what are our favourite microphones? Will we finally start a Patreon?
It's the Magical Mystery Boat Tour. This week: Prague!
Just wanted to give a big shout out to anyone trying to figure out if we still have a release schedule
Fresh from their unexpected and completely unannounced month off, Jem and Kay finally find out what's been happening in Manhattan while the parents and the dog have been away.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more.” Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!” Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.” But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Nevermore.” Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Never—nevermore’.” But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.” This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting— “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Pull up a chair and listen about some real Scooby Doo spooky shenanigans! Look how spooked our mate Goliath is:
You really must stick around at the end for the email we got this episode
Check out this awesome Phoenix Gate we discuss at the end of the episode!
Where is this man in armour from? Or, should we ask... WHEN is he from (he's from the past)?
Important announcement at the top. Also, please enjoy this screenshot of David "Perfect Eyeliner" Xanatos
A bland episode with a spicy twist
The following screenshot of Goliath perfectly illustrates our feelings about the return of our old mate, Dingo
We've been podcasting for over a year! To celebrate, we did a normal episode, it's a pretty good one though!
Real life continues to be very unwilling to let us record new episodes, but there are at least two proper ones in the pipe after this, we promise. Listen to this latest deleted scenes episode and marvel as we discuss 1990s Australian kids TV, and the true name and nature of Morgan.
An announcement, a weird hotel, a new friend
Real life got in the way of us recording an episode this slot, so here's another compilation of things that didn't quite fit
Well, this was definitely an episode of Gargoyles. Can't deny that.
Sorry this is another late one, but hopefully it's worth it?
This week we have a special compilation episode of things we couldn't fit in our regular episodes
The thrilling conclusion to the City of Stone arc. So good, we recorded it twice.
It's the second part of the City of Stone arc. Things are basically going as well as you'd expect.
Kay continues their streak of not knowing who Matt is. Jem has a flashback to his Gargoyles-watching childhood.
This episode had a lot going on, and this episode is proportionally longer to account for that. Buckle Up
Happy Halloween! This episode is not suitable for people who are easily disturbed by bestial screams.
Too many generic men. A Stan Lee cameo. By the way, what year is this??
Time for part two. Thanks for sitting patiently in silence for two weeks!
This week, we bring you part one of our most anticipated episode - the one that Kay's seen like a billion times when they were a kid, before they saw any of the rest of Gargoyles!
This is basically another Very Special Episode of Gargoyles, but this time it's about the magic of reading instead of the magic of not shooting people!
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