Welcome to our Tumblr, we’ll post things here that we think are good or that we’ve made, perhaps some shit poetry too!

Molten Stell Blob.  An unintentional, poorly translated mixture of science and art with a lovely ending.  Enjoy!

On youtube, Chin Review caused a bit of an online riot. Two upside-down chins, called Tarquin and Julian sit together for their book and film reviews, except this surreal journey intoSchindler’s List and Origin of Species (which has spawned the catchphrase ‘Smash Dem Guinea Pigs)’ is stupidly hilarious – and with a combined total of 206 223 hits, there are a hell of load of other people that think they are funny too. Their chemistry is electric and their laughter contagious, they are just two blokes having a whale of a time. All in the name of – CHEESE AND WINE!!

Hello guys, for those of us just familiar with your Chin Review personas, could you introduce yourself to us?

John: Hello, I am Chris. My favourite colour is Yellow Ochre.

Chris: Hello, I am John. My hobbies are Scalectrix.

My brother and I used to talk to each other upside down just as you do on Chin Review so I feel like you jacked our idea (!) Where did the idea for Chin Review originate from, it’s hilarious! Who helps you with the set up? How did you feel when it blew up on Youtube?

It’s one of those age-old ideas that everyone does. We just raised the bar by making jazzy felt suits for our faces. Unfortunately we have to film it all ourselves, which is quite difficult when the blood is rushing to your head. What you are actually witnessing is the slow brain death of two young men.

The best thing about the way that you work is your obvious chemistry, how did you meet and when did you found We Are Ace?

We met at Mrs Curly’s play school. We made some videos with a VHS camcorder when we were very young and We Are Ace is a desperate attempt to recapture our lost youth.

Excluding Chin Review, what are you most proud of?

C: I captured the flag at a paint ball event. I was the second person ever to do it.

The adrenaline was pumping through my veins. Picture the scene, Sheena: I was in a bush, my heartbeat thumping in my ears, paint balls ricocheting around me like tiny spastic melons. My team mates were running past me towards the enemy’s flag. Time seemed to stand still as, one-by-one, my team mates – my brothers – fell in a hell-orgy of screams and coloured paint. Slowly, steadily, and with the determination of Tyra Banks I crawled, Sheena. I became one with the ground, invisible to my enemies, fused with the earth. At one with the soil and sticks. I crept on my hands and face over through the foul stink of death and emulsion. All around me I could hear the muffled cries of my fallen comrades as I slithered over the wet ground like an oily ghost in pursuit of some cloth on a stick. And as I lay in the mud there, Sheena, I saw the true futility of war; that we would be the forgotten ones, that no gravestone would mark the spot where so many of us laid down our lives for glory, for honour, for our country, for a bit of cloth on a stick.

Cloth on a stick.

It was then, Sheena, that I made up my mind. I fought through the existential mine-field of over-used war metaphors and crawled on with a single purpose burning in my heart and coursing through my veins. The flag would be mine, Sheena. I got up and ran forward, the paint balls bounced off me as I ran; none of them burst – I was invincible, and with the will of God at my side and the smell of glory in my nostrils I took the flag and returned unharmed to the base. The cheers of my team mates sounded muffled in my ears as I was overcome with emotion and the rush of adrenaline. That day, the day of the fallen, I finally understood victory and the cost which we all must bear.

War is hell, Sheena. Paint ball is bearable.

Wow, Chris. That was awesome, Chris.

John: I once met Geoff Capes, world’s strongest man 1985, at a Haven holiday camp when I was 7.

Who was your last text from?

John: It was a text from Channel 5 saying that I’d not won the Gadget Show competition. Again.

Chris: It was from my girlfriend asking if our friend Charlie had been sick in the sink.

What was the last lie you told?

“Yes, we have permission to film here.” x10

What plot line of a book are you currently ripping apart with rabid teeth? (I mean, what are you reading?)

John: I am reading a biography of Orson Welles. Awesome Welles.

Chris: I am reading Cormac McCarthy’s “Suttree.” I also have a lot of philosophy books I bought off Amazon which I have never opened. They make me look deep and cool.

What was the last film you watched and why did you watch it?

John: The last film I saw at the cinema was Hook. It was in 1993.

Chris: The last film I saw was Mel Gibson’s “Apocalypto”. To keep a fast pace they decided to make all the characters run a lot.

What other projects are you working on at the moment?

There will be a new video out very soon, which has required a lot of post production work (but only took a day to film).

Our output is sporadic because we do it for mere shits and giggles, but that’s the best way; we’re not aiming to please a particular demographic. We make stuff that we find funny, it’s pure coincidence that other people seem to find it funny too.

E-terview conducted by Sheena Patel

We Are Ace tell us all about who they are, what they are, where they are and um… why they are?

1) Who are you?

‘We Are Ace’ is the writing/performing/producing duo of John Chapman and Chris Ramsden. We often rope in our mates for various things because we don’t have to pay them.

2) What are you working on at the moment?

We have just completed our latest video: ‘The Memoirs of Christopher Crisply,’ a gin soaked odyssey across space and time. Our next video is set in Wigan.

3) How would you describe your style?

We feel that our style is in line with the subgenre of hardcore electronic techno, ‘Dutch Gabba.’ All of our videos can be considered a reactionary statement about the poor condition of the House scene in early 90’s Amsterdam. It’s all about innovation, exhilaration and head-blasting, face-smashing 909 kicks.

4) Why did you decide to use the internet as a medium to explore your comedic talents?

We tried flogging VHS copies of our videos at car boot sales but the advent of DVD put us out of business. Plus our prospective customers seemed more interested in used board games and back issues of Woman’s Weekly.

5) How important do you think the web is in terms of the future of comedy?

It’s enabled a lot of DIY comedians to get an audience. Although there are many technical limitations (upload size, video length, etc.) this is what makes internet comedy unique; it has to be condensed and compressed. Hence the future is low-quality 10-second clips of horses doing somersaults.

6) Do you have any idols/influences?

The inconceivable sense of dread when comparing things to the size of the sun. 

7) What clip are you most proud of? Tell us about how you came to write it / shoot it

We could not agree on a favourite clip of ours, instead opting to waste our time bickering about whether Hannah Montana’s alter ego is named ‘Riley’ or ‘Miley’.

It’s ‘Miley.’

We regret to inform you of the untimely passing of our faithful minidisc recorder, the Sony MD Walkman. After having dropped it onto a variety of surfaces (mainly rocks), our ability to record sound was tragically cut short.

In remembrance of its heroic service, we decided to see it off in the traditional manner: a Viking Burial.

09:00 AM

We prepared the vessel that was to carry the mindisc to its final resting place, in the consumer electronics equivalent of Valhalla.

09:15 AM

Early 1980s technological wizard Oliver Gasm offered to be Master of Ceremonies for the occasion.

09:30 AM

The ceremony began with Oliver reading the last rites from the warranty booklet.

It had long since expired.

09:31 AM

Overcome with emotion, John wept.

09:45 AM

Slowly and gently the vessel was lowered into the water and set on fire.

09:46 AM

As the raft drifted downstream the flames began to take hold, thanks mostly to the methylated spirits which had been used liberally in the vessel’s preparation.

09:47 AM

Overcome with emotion, John wept.

09:48 AM

As the flames licked higher, we realised that no precautions had been taken towards the preservation of local wildlife.

At this point it dawned upon John that he had left a perfectly good pair of AA batteries inside the minidisc.

09:49 AM

Overcome with emotion, John wept.

Again.

10:00 AM

As a final insult, being only 10AM, the local pub was not open for the wake.

Overcome with emotion, and despite Oliver’s pathetic attempt at consolation, John wept.

We just found the best picture of infamous Hollywood menace Gary Busey at www.drawastar.com (which has since mysteriously vanished…)

You may recall the time when Gary ‘attacked’ Jennifer Garner on the red carpet.