#A FLINT CONCERT
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thank god for musicians from michigan who actually tour to other cities besides detroit
#jack white.. maynard james keenan.... im looking at you#i just hate the detroit drive#take me to grand rapids any day#or FLINT IM EXCITED#A FLINT CONCERT
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#the jimi hendrix experience#concert poster#1960s#classic rock#jimi hendrix#noel redding#mitch mitchell#flint#michigan
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I am. Very sad.
When will I have my Y/N moment at a Greta concert? When will it be my time?
#Rest In Peace flint concert. it was never meant to be#greta van fleet#gvf#josh kiszka#danny wagner#jake kiszka#sam kiszka
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asoiaf dash simulator
🥀 fool4you
ohhhhhh my goddd……. florian and the fools concert in kl opened with jonquil fucking flashing the audience?????? ohhhhmmfnf my gofifhddd??????? cannot believe she’s straight truly a tragedy for the ladies loving ladies community
🫀weirdwoodd
imagine believing in the doctrine of exceptionalism….. no hope for this realm i fear
🐉 fyre-and-blood
hey guys op actually worships the old gods so i would just go ahead and block them before they overtake your mind with hideous blood magicks. stay safe out there!!!!!
🌊 salt3dwif3
bro you can always tell when someone paid the gold price for their baubles 😭 this greenlander does NOT reave or raid like come onnnn where did you get that finely crafted dirk because it sure as hell wasn’t the cooling corpse of your enemy lmao
🎇 rhaegars-cervix
if i see any of you making fun of the tragedy at summerhall on the anniversary i will block you immediately. people lost their lives it’s not fucking funny.
⚡️dondarriugh
ok tumblaeyr user rhaegars-cervix
❄️ thelastofthegiants
thinking about Her (brave danny flint)
🐁 rat-cook-rave
me when i’m literally wandering the nightfort’s shadowy halls
🍂 barwench
if you’ve ever apprenticed for a trade or eaten a high lords castoffs you have no place in the serf rebellion how many times do we have to say it. uplift actual smallfolk voices how hard is that to grasp
🪱 leeching-loving
didn’t you grow up within sight of a holdfast 💀
❤️🔥 rhollorslight
cannot believe the sheer amount of heathenry on this site…. WAKE UP!!!!!
Blazed Post
☀️ martellmesweetlies
you’re on the wrong side of the narrow sea lmao
💫 mothers-tears
hey i know you mean well but it’s really important not to engage with r’hollor cultists, they thrive off of engagement and all you’re doing is giving them exposure. just block and move on
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Valentine's day is just around the corner and I need to know, what would each servants ideal date be?
Lacai enjoys a bit of a nice restaurant. Not for him, for you. He likes something not too snobby but definitely special. He'd love to dress you both up a bit slutty, have that calm dinner, and then the two of you can go to some kind of concert or even just drive somewhere and look at the stars together. But make sure that place is comfortable because he's probably going to fuck you there. Several times.
Rieba is a family kind of gal, she doesn't like to do complicated things and prefers to just exist and be comfortable next to the people she loves. She'd rather ready your home for a romantic dinner (more like buffet), a movie night, lots of cute presents and the like.
Nena is also worried about you having a nice meal, it seems to be something her parents stressed to both concubi when they were young. But then she'd love to take a long walk with you somewhere calm. The succubus wants to end the night truly indulging some of your wildest kinks. And, if you'd let her completely dominate you, she'd be the happiest demoness alive.
Flints honestly wants to play some kind of sport with you. He likes baseball especially, but it could be anything. He'll spend Valentine's Day clinging to you, in spite of his usual touch aversion, his purring and occasional painful squeezing is enough to tell how happy he is and how much he loves you.
Jayde thinks he's got it all figured out, but really he's overthinking everything. From the restaurant you're going to, to the presents and the flowers and that golden bracelet he wants to put on you -Totally not an omen for the future'- He's a cornball loser and you might cringe yourself into an early grave.
Roch can honestly do anything you want. He'll try to stay as awake as possible just so the day is as awesome for you as it gets. He wants to watch movies with you and he's got the cutest fluffiest blankets and pajamas ever to gift you. You need to try them on in front of him okay? Please?
Eleri actually asks you if you've got a theme in mind. Because, if you don't, they have. Whether they're showing up in a dress or a suit, you're set for a themed Valentine's Day every year! Sometimes it's all about roses and wine and jazz, other times it's wildness and raves and punk clothes.
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mr graham sir can you give us a big ol grin
"Now I must go, gotta deliver the rest of these gifts and Flint is waiting for me for a private holiday concert. See you all later! ⭐"
DAY 20
#graham ness payser#pacesetter#ttcc#toonblr#daily pacesetter#toontown corporate clash#corporate clash#toontown#pace fan mail#art#HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE !!!!!!
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Rusty Anchors
Maybe it was ordained in the stars that one Charles Vane would meet James Flint, but at the moment the singer had no idea of the man. In fact all he cared about at this moment was getting a drink at this pub. He liked England. Hell, he fucking loved it. If he had the choice he might not ever leave it, but Charles was a wanderer. He liked seeing different places, meeting different peoples and cultures, learning different languages.. which one might not expect from the leather-clad rockstar. His band was due to play tonight at this particular city, which he also enjoyed immensely. It’s closeness to the sea was a calming thing. His father adoptive father Edward was a sailor, and he had fond memories of being on the sea. Before he’d taken him in, Charles had been nothing but a scared child in a fucked up welfare system. But look at him now.
Yes, look at him. Charles Vane, lead singer of Rusty Anchors. This was his band, a band he’d formed when he was young and now they traveled the world. The UK was a particular destination favorite, as it seemed they had more fans there than even in the US. It might be why Charles had decided to get an apartment there, and this quaint seaside city was the town he chose. He was clad in leather from head to toe. It was hot as fuck but it damn sure looked good on stage. Besides, who didn’t enjoy a sweaty Charles? He’d lined his eyes with kohl, black leather vest atop a short sleeved red shirt. He was dressed for the gods, but right now all he needed was a fucking drink.
The concert tonight had him a bit stressed out. It was a big one, and as cool as he might’ve looked, Charles just wanted everything to go smoothly. There was already chaos backstage and the damn thing hadn’t even started. Hell, he’d walked out of the rehearsal. He needed some space. So he ordered two doubles of whiskey, immediately pounding one down. He was going to take the other and get some air outside, when he turned too fast and slammed into a stranger. His drink spilled, partially on whoever the fuck this was that got in his way — and of course this is Charles’ haughty ass so HE was the one who got offended, staring at the other man as if he’d committed the world’s greatest offense.
“ Watch where you’re going, asshole. “ The words grumbled forth with an eyeroll. And he was so in his own head he didn’t even get the best look at the guy. He’d just turned around, determined to ignore him and get another drink.
See, this was why Americans got bad raps as tourists and visitors.
#avastyetwats#the sarcasm in this and the tone is pure Charles in his season one asshole era#then he barely looked at him and made it all worse!#🤣🤣🤣🤣#from the diary of charles vane#i wanna be your slave i wanna be your master#rusty anchors
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If you’re currently taking prompts, would love to see your take on Húrin and Humor in Gondolin and Glorthelion’s reaction to them!
Thank you for the ask, @celegormworm! Here are my favorite boys, and that strange new thing called Men. Also on AO3.
Glorfindel has never met a Man. He has no idea what to expect when word comes of the Eagles’ descent, of the golden children, deposited in Gondolin like so much wind-blown dandelion down.
Fireflies! he laughs under his breath to Ecthelion as the wide-eyed youths are introduced at Turgon’s council meeting. They are like sparks, struck from the crackling flint. Here in a flash, then gone.
They fascinate him: so young, and yet so old. Húrin fights like a warrior at an age when a child of their own people would still be clinging to his father’s belt, wandering curiously from farm to forge. Huor’s bony shoulders nearly match Glorfindel's in height, if not in fullness, when he should by rights be dandled on his elders' knees, tossed overhead to summon laughter, offered sweets and trinkets and songs. What a strange, swift passage through the world they make: a few seasons only, even when their lives are long.
Glorfindel finds himself seeking them out, offering himself as host and guide. Their three bright heads can be seen together in the market, at the barracks, in the concert halls. One day they are flying kites from the roof of the House of the Golden Flower, the next bruised and black-eyed and grinning from a round in the yard.
Ecthelion teases, kissing Glorfindel’s split lip – too slow for a child, Fin? – but the urge to mean something to these quick, bright lights is overwhelming. Strange currents swell and ebb in Glorfindel's dreaming: Turgon’s eyes, Huor’s crooked grin, another hidden valley, stars.
He would keep them, if the choice were his. But all that short year they both settle and yearn. They are keen and eager, close in Turgon’s affection as in Glorfindel’s, as in the hearts of all, in truth, save Maeglin, suspicious and cold. But Gondolin moves too slowly for their mortal pulses, and they know it. When the seasons turn again, Húrin pleads to be released, promising silence, loyalty, love.
They depart as softly as they came, wing-borne, grinning, already looking toward home.
They will not meet again; their paths will only cross at a distance on the most terrible of battlefields. But Glorfindel sees an echo of those quick hearts, those bright spirits, that courage in Tuor, and Eärendil, and Elrond, and then in every son of Rivendell, born and fostered.
Splashing in the Bruinen with Elladan and Elrohir, stealing pastries from the pantry with Aragorn, he remembers Ecthelion’s tender puzzlement: You’ve made your heart a garden for Men, sweet Flower. Glorfindel reaches down the fine thread that still binds him to his soul’s other half and grins. Ai, Thel! If only you could see how they’ve grown.
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Here's a little suggestion for Bard: "George Thorogood & The Destroyers - Bad To The Bone" but this time it's blake who stumbles upon jaune's concert by accident while meeting an ex-WF member who happens to be a jaune fan , and you could add flint to the band even as a member for this season.
He's a ... BARD!?!
It was a quaint, out-of-the-way bar that Blake found herself in. She was at a back, seated in a corner booth, a watered down drink sitting untouched in front of her. She was on alert, and wary. Blake had gotten an email from someone claiming to be in the White Fang. Someone who felt they were going too far, but needed help to stop them.
???? : When the cat is away...
Blake: The mice will play.
Blake looks up and sees a girl next door looking deer faunus. She looked positively spooked to be there, and was constantly looking around.
Blake: I take it you're the one that reached out to me?
????: I am, and I'm hoping you can help, Ms Belladonna.
Blake: You know who I am?
Deery: Everyone in the Fang knows who you are. My name is Deery.
Blake: Why are you...
Deery: (Slides into the booth across from Blake) I need you to trust me, and my information. So now you have my real name.
Blake: Okay. I'm listening.
Deery: Soon. (Turns her eyes towards the small stage) After the show.
Blake: I didn't come here for a... Jaune? What the...?
Jaune walks out on stage, guitar ready, followed closely by Yats and Russel. They nod to each other and instantly start...
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Blake was nearly floored when the first chords slammed into her, and nearly toppled out of her seat as Jaune's voice filled the air. Taking a quick look around, she saw everyone in the establishment were on their feet. Many of the woman, and a few of the guys, swinging shirts about over their heads.
Blake took one look and her eyes grew wide as her contact was standing on her chair also waving her shirt about over her head, exposing her rather ample bra clad bosom.
Deery: (Shouting over the music) YOU CAN MAKE ME SQUEAL WHENEVER YOU WANT!
Blake took a second look, and it dawned on her the others, who were also waving their shirts above their heads, were as topless as Deery. As the final notes faded in the air, Blake reached for Deery's wrist to yank her down out of sight. She was her on business, and even though Jaune having vocal and musical skills was world shattering, Blake Belladonna had work to do.
Blake: I need...
Deery: You need to shut it, sister.
Blake: (Blinking) Shut it... sister?
Deery: You'll get what you want... after I get what I want! Now enjoy the show. He's only here one day a week... or...
Blake: Or?
Deery: Leave.
Blake: But the...
Deery: After the show. I promise.
(Master Episode List)
#rwby#jaune arc#blake belladonna#jaune can sing#jaune can play guitar#was jaune screwing with weiss?#Youtube#He's a ... Bard!?!
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what kind of hobbies do you think chip would have... (if any)
MAN I kept forgetting to answer this... thoughts below!
Chip doesn't really have much in the way of hobbies. Work takes up too much of his time, and the one hour he does have off is used for maintenance. (Granted, he usually skips routine maintenance so he can have time to himself.)
If he DID have the time though, he's not breaking any Bossbot stereotypes by being a fan of golf. Rich person sport. He's definitely rich. Also probably knows quite a bit about stocks. Overall though he just. Doesn't have a lot of time for himself these days. C.O.G.S. Inc. is fun like that.
If we wanna talk pre-COGS though... specifically, going back to his years in college. I've been thoroughly convinced that man was a metalhead. He DEFINITELY owned a battle jacket and went to concerts. This was how he inevitably ended up meeting Flint, same interests and that kind of deal. He's mellowed out by now (and gained a taste in prog rock), but I think he still has that battle jacket hidden away somewhere. Memories of the good ol' days or something...
#chip revvington#chainsaw consultant#toontown#toontown corporate clash#toontowncorporateclash#corporateclash#corporate clash#ttcc#headcanons#long post#ask
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I saw your tags... have at it! I'm curious :D Top 5 Black Sails scenes please!
i let myself stew with this for a few days because i didn't know what to write XD
so.
my all time favourite moment that i wasn't prepared for was TELL YOUR GUVNOR TELL HIM I'M COMING and, i mean, the whole episode, but it's like we've seen flint be violent and aggressive and we know he's a good fighter but we've not really seen him make a concerted effort and actually marshal troops and carry out an intricate plan and it being allowed to work??!! like he is finally able to use all his grief and anger towards something that makes sense and it's really beautiful. he feels so powerful in that episode to me, the sheer fucking confidence. i tend to pretend season 4 doesn't exist tbh, there's just too much heartache in it, too much in-fighting. but here he's so inspiring and he fucking knows it and in my mind i have this framed and i hope i can remember it forever.
(i think the relationship between flint wanting to protect nassau and rebuild it but never really communicates that vs him communicating it and putting it into practise, ... it's like he feels more alive to me in the season finale? like he's found a way to apply himself and channel his energy. i have spent a lot of time thinking about him wrt shadow work and i think he's one of the few characters who experience their own dark side and integrate the shadow and that is very powerful to me.)
james meeting thomas for the first time. like, the instant chemistry and the sass, this is what it's like to meet people you fall in love with and it's so perfect and i know it's his memory and maybe it wasn't so perfect but it was perfect to james anyway and i love them i love them i love them. i love ships that have this instant chemistry and i love that toby and rupert knew each other and it's so palpable. full marks, no notes.
anne coming home to max in the bath tub and taking off her gear and just sitting beside her. they have so many great moments but this one stands out to me for its ordinariness and domesticity i think. it's so quiet.
anne emerging from the water to take over a ship. fucking hell! i wish the actor who played her was in more things but also i think after playing anne bonny like this you probably might as well retire. love anne leading her people and i'd absolutely want to see more of her fighting and pirating and i love her so much.
flint murdering gates. i have a whole fascination with the intimacy of murder and they did this beautifully. i love that we understand exactly why it is happening (and i'd argue that gates should have seen this coming) and why it's a heartache and still we want to prevent it. like, it's perfect, you know. as far as murders go, it shows you each aspect exactly and you are left powerless. and i loved how much it represents a moral event horizon situation and is it possible to come back from it, and of course it's silver who even attempts to do it. it's rare in drama that a scene feels so utterly in-character for everyone and is so heartbreaking as well. excellent stuff.
honourable mentions:
'i only ever wanted you to be happy' totally unexpected and so beautiful.
vane and flint on trial in charleston. it's so funny and i may ship them a little bit.
idk if that is all of them, i haven't seen the show in a couple of years now, but i remember blogging my reactions to a friend and these were some of the things that really stood out to me.
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10 songs, 10 people
I was tagged by @sihtricfedaraaahvicius Thank you!
Rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people
I added some explanations to the names. As you can see it's very much techno and house with some weird interludes from other genres 😘
1. Charlotte de Witte - Overdrive (My beloved "Techno queen". She is truly amazing, if you love techno of course.)
2. Laibach – Ohne dich. Remix (Rammstein) (Slovenian neoclassical dark wave band, formed in 1980 in Yugoslavia. Their remix of Rammstein's "Ohne dich" is awesome, but they have good music on their own. Rammstein has never openly admitted that they have been inspired by Laibach, but common - just listen to them 😄)
3. Prodigy - Voodoo People (Oh, yes. I think there are no comments needed. Prodigy is classics. I have tickets to the concert in November. Just a bit worried how it will be without Flint 😓)
4. Marusha - Somewhere Over the Rainbow (I'm sorry, I am ancient 😅. I was there at the Loveparade in Berlin in 1998 and danced with Marusha playing. Oh my God, she was so good! And I was there again in 2000)
5. Metallica - Whiskey in the Jar
6. Tiesto, Kirsty Hawkshaw - Walking on Clouds (I have a picture with him from Madame Tussauds Wax museum in Amsterdam 🤣)
7. Coldplay - A Sky Full of Stars (I can't hear techno, house and other heavy stuff all the time 🤩, in between I need something fluffy)
8. Pink Floyd, Andriy Khlyvnyuk - Hey Hey Rise Up (Ukraine! I'm still standing with you!)
9. Prāta Vētra – Starp Divām Saulēm (it would be weird if there wouldn't be any Latvian music on my playlist)
10. Amelie Lens - Feel it (another great techno girl DJ)
I'm not good at tagging, but hey I would love to hear from @st-eve-barnes @synindoodles @verenahx @namelesslosers, if you feel like into it 😘
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Dust Volume 9, Number 4
Photo of Angel Olsen by Luke Rogers
Dust is everywhere these days, but that’s a good thing. April may be the cruelest month, but it’s also when the release calendar swings into full gear and local concert announcements proliferate. We’ve made it through the long dark void. It’s time for beers outside and portable speakers. What are we blasting? Oh, lots of things. Australian punks and Michigan rappers, German death metalists and French composers, piano deconstructers and freaking Arto Lindsay. This month’s contributors include Jennifer Kelly, Ray Garraty, Jonathan Shaw, Bill Meyer, Tim Clarke, Ian Mathers, Patrick Masterson and Jim Marks.
Blowers — Blown Again (Chaputa!/Spooky)
Blown Again LP by BLOWERS
“Wipe My Ass” materialized in my inbox on a slow day. It came all the way from Australia with blunt force scatological humor, and yeah, I clicked on the link. Why not? It’s dead brute simple, this song, starting with a girl (also the drummer) yelling out the title phrase, and picking up first a buzzsaw guitar lick and later, the somewhat wistful, surprisingly hooky chorus of “I just want somebody…to wipe my ass.” These songs are all raging ID and very little super-ego. “Shut the Fuck Up” is catchy as hell, in the vein of Jay Reatard’s late-career, alternative-universe hits, and “Let’s Age Disgracefully” aims a firehose of guitar nose straight at the speakers, so that you have to step back a little bit. Leonard Cohen, it’s not, but if you like giddy, joke-y, irrepressible garage punk from people who can barely play their instruments, well, prepare to get blown.
Jennifer Kelly
Cellow — Ghetto Takeover (Jugg$treet)
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There is literally no information on who this guy Cellow is, and this EP won’t change the situation. In a dozen of years we will be just saying “Oh, remember that dude that did a little tape with Rio Da Yung Og?” It looks like Cellow took a deal Rio was offering before he got locked up — to record an EP with an artist for $50k — but Ghetto Takeover didn’t surface until now. After 20 listens, hardly a line written by Cellow stays in your memory, possibly due to his total lack of charisma. Rio Da Yung Og completely steals the show here, on all the tracks he’s featured, and he’s in a full ignorance mode: “Fuck Obama and I ain't vote for Trump neither \ Stupid-ass white boys, Butthead and Beavis.” It’s the Flint MC who’s taking over Ghetto Takeover, not Cellow.
Ray Garraty
Ch’Ahom — Camazotz Cult (Sentient Ruin Laboratories)
Camazotz Cult by CH'AHOM
Ahead of a new LP from German black/death band Ch’Ahom, the sharp-eared freaks at Sentient Ruin Laboratories are releasing this compilation LP, and they’ve done us a solid. Camazotz Cult is as confounding and queasy as it is unpleasantly intense, precisely the sort of thing some of us look for in underground metal. What might possess a bunch of young German dudes to disappear into the mythos of a Pre-Columbian bat god, to the extent that they are compelled to form a band to write and record songs about it? This reviewer can’t shed any light on that—and likely the reasons should remain shrouded in dank, noisome darkness. If the denizens of TikTok and Telegram are alerted to the existence of the band, the ethno-purity police will show up to lodge their complaints: some will wring hands over cultural appropriation, others in black metal circles will bum out over the idea of Northern European kids digging on gods from the Global South. So goes our contemporary conjuncture. Meanwhile, songs like “Raid of the Tzitzimime” and “Noh Ek” churn and burn. To add to the cultural confusion, Ch’Ahom have covered a few tunes by Danish wackos Sadogoat, who went on to release more music under the even more inspired name Sadomator; Ch’Ahom’s rendition of “Female Goat Perversion” is as awful as you might expect, and it’s also pretty great. For sure, it’s the right soundtrack for 2023’s latest iteration of our global shitshow. Release the bat god, please.
Jonathan Shaw
Dippers — Looking for a Sphere (Goner/Tenth Court)
Looking for a Sphere by Dippers
The Melbourne garage punk rippers known as Thigh Master made two taut and scrappy full-lengths before ending their run. Now, a couple of years later, the two principals Matthew Ford and Innez Tulloch are back under a new name, Dippers, and a greatly altered sound. Looking for a Sphere, along with the single “Tightening the Tangles” make a case for fractious jangle but also psychedelic dreaming. Dippers do both. The single, out about a month ago, hews closer to the Thigh Master template with scratchy tunefulness, jabbing guitars and a noodle-y meander of keyboards. On the Sphere EP, however, even the relative bangers are slower, sweeter and edging into a gritty variety of twee. “Mazing,” the lead-off cut, is arch and witty like the Monochrome Set, jaggedly surreal like certain Pollard songs. It cuts and slashes and tootles in a sleepy-eyed way, in line with what Terry has been up to over the last several albums. “Drift Space” is even more stretched and blissed out, with its widely space guitar chords, its long shudders of tambourine and its languid psychedelic choruses (“Inwardly imploding, the pressure inside will not worry me, turned off the air, I floated out there, then turned off the screen.”) The two instrumental tracks are the surprise however, built of long expanding synthesizer tones and harpsichord like natterings; they extend in every limpid direction from a still center. But if Mikey Young can dabble in ambient electronics—and he can—then why not Dippers? Garage punk is so much more interesting when it brings in ideas from outside.
Jennifer Kelly
Bruno Duplant — Insondables Humeurs (Granny)
Insondables Humeurs by Bruno Duplant
Bruno Duplant made nine albums in 2022, so pardon me for not getting around to writing about this one until now. Mind you, my tardiness does not mean that you should not listen. This album is part of a recent series of longform pieces on which the French composer and occasional instrumentalist has taken on the full-time task of performance. Insondables Humeurs earns its title, which translates as Unfathomable Moods. Its two tracks loom and stretch, with long harmonium drones taking plenty of time to lure the listener into a state that feels at once enveloping and uneasy. Electronic treatments, piano notes, and arhythmic percussion intrude periodically, amping up the apprehension. This is the final installment of a trilogy of sonically disparate but similarly disposed efforts; one gets the feeling that Duplant is deeply concerned about the ongoing state of things. The resulting sounds cannot be denied.
Bill Meyer
Exploding Corpse Action — Interdimensional Annihilation: Complete Transmissions 1995-1997 (Armageddon)
Inter-Dimensional Annihilation: Complete Transmissions 1995-1997 by Exploding Corpse Action
The redistribution of heavy music’s extensive back-catalog of hyper-obscure, underground releases continues apace, and sometimes one wonders about the intent. Filling in untold histories, or filling hipster collectors’ record bins? Creating archival records, or “deluxe edition” records as pricey commodities? Interdimensional Annihilation: Complete Transmissions 1995-1997 is a newly marketed collection of the relatively slim output of Albany-based death metal band Exploding Corpse Action, and the record provides a good occasion for thinking on those questions. We’ll stipulate to the excellence of the band’s name, and there’s some fun to be had; tunes like “Light Speed Impact Crater” and “Robotic Surgery Malfunction” are endearingly demented. But do we really need two marginally different takes of “Decompression: Anal Prolapse” in the interest of a “complete” set of recordings? Do we really need this record in the first place, when a quick inspection of the latest sounds on Bandcamp yields any number of death-metal-related experiences imbued with the same sort of goofball depravity? History seems to have been indifferent to the band’s existence, and none of the participants in Exploding Corpse Action went on to make more subculturally significant music. Maybe if you live in Albany, you feel differently about the band’s relative importance, and in that case, I’m sorry — not about the band, but about Albany.
Jonathan Shaw
Grandbrothers — Late Reflections (City Slang)
Late Reflections by Grandbrothers
The concept behind the fourth album by Erol Sarp and Lukas Vogel — the follow-up to 2021’s All the Unknown — is an interesting one: these ten pieces all feature grand piano as their sole sound source, recorded at night in Cologne Cathedral when the building was closed to the public. As expected, there are plenty of moments of quiet, gently reverberating reflection, building into exultant crescendos. However, what’s most surprising — and perhaps most disappointing — is that the piano is often so heavily processed as to render it indistinguishable. When crunchy beats kick in on a track like “Infinite,” one can’t help but wonder why a live kit couldn’t have been substituted instead; it certainly would have sounded more natural and more in-keeping with the album’s sound palette. Nevertheless, it’s often engrossing to follow how the duo’s multi-part compositions unfold.
Tim Clarke
Arto Lindsay — Charivari (Corbett Vs. Dempsey)
Charivari (Black Cross Solo Sessions 7) by Arto Lindsay
Three years is not so long ago. That’s how long ago that locked-down improv fans discovered, during the first Quarantine Concerts on-line festival, that Arto Lindsay had a few things to learn about adjusting the rotation of his cell phone’s video camera. The experience of watching him with a 90 degrees tilt may have obscured what a swell thing he had going, but this album will set you straight. If, like this writer, you have sometimes felt that larger settings dilute Lindsay’s singular integration of guitar noise, samba sway, and social anxiety-stirring provocation, this unaccompanied setting is the neat shot you’ve been waiting for. While occasional loops trick you into thinking that the earth’s rhythms can be trusted, marvelously jagged chunks of guitar noise topple while Lindsay croons and gasps fragments that let you know that you just don’t know. The numerologically inclined should be aware that this album is volume seven of Corbett Vs. Dempsey’s Black Cross Solo Sessions, a series of solo statements that the label commissioned from locked down artists. There are eight in all, each encased in a glossy reproduction of Christopher Wool’s titular cross. Collect ‘em, trade ‘em, but keep your bubble gum sticks away from ‘em. Inspirational lyric: “Resistance yoga.”
Bill Meyer
Mute Duo — Migrant Flocks (American Dreams)
Migrant Flocks by Mute Duo
Chicago’s Mute Duo refer to their setup (Sam Wagster on pedal steel, Skyler Rowe on drums) as a “sandbox” and their play on Migrant Flocks bears that out. Whether on the flute-assisted (courtesy of Emma Hospelhorn), expansive centerpiece “The Ocean Door,” the harder-charging “Trust Lanes” and “Landmusik” (the latter featuring Doug McCombs and Andrew Scott Young), or the more ethereal ranges of “Moon in the Flood” and the closing “Bisrāma,” the duo refuses to be pigeonholed into what you might guess a pedal-steel-and-drums record might sound like. Some of this is technique (Wagster plays more conventionally guitar-like registers at times, Rowe mostly sticks with brushes), but it’s more the varied emotional and sonic palette they wield so astutely. At times the sound touches on anyone from later-period Earth to “Mogwai Fear Satan” to the Dirty Three, but always with a quality that marks Mute Duo as their own thing, and worth watching.
Ian Mathers
Paal Nilssen-Love Circus — Pairs of Three (PNL)
Pairs of Three by Paal Nilssen-Love Circus
The Norwegian drummer and bandleader Paal Nilssen-Love has lived a pretty international life. That has influenced his choice of associates — he’s played with musicians from the USA, Japan, Ethiopia, Brazil and all around Europe — and the distances he has traveled in order to play with them. This all changed when COVID came around, and he found himself confined within his home country’s borders, but improvisation is just another way of saying you’re good at solving problems. The members of Nilsen-Love’s Circus, who convened to record this album in the summer of 2021, all live in Scandinavia, but between them they can dial up any corner of the world in a second. The music changes by the second, jumping from accordion-led chanson to agit-prop punk to timbral improv, while singer Juliana Venter similarly leaps from tongue to tongue, with digressions into back of the throat, hackle-raising extended techniques. This music is a world unto itself, full of possibility.
Bill Meyer
Nondi_ — Flood City Trax (Planet Mu)
Flood City Trax by Nondi_
Best I can find, Tatiana Triplin has been releasing music since 2014, but Flood City Trax is her first away from the netlabel she runs, HRR, as well as her first for Planet Mu (not a bad place to greet a broader audience). The years of juke, footwork and techno intake make themselves felt across this album, which trips all over itself rhythms-wise but, more than anything to me, recalls the dreamily rough, lower-fidelity beats of Actress. Triplin says this album is inspired by the moods of her hometown of Johnstown, Penn., a place (in)famous for its flooding, and suggesting the music doesn’t carry with it some of that water weight, conscious or otherwise, would be misleading. More tangible than vaporwave but less fully submerged than Drexciya, Nondi_’s most prominent, cohesive album statement is also one of the year’s most excitingly pleasant surprises in the realm of electronic music.
Patrick Masterson
Angel Olsen — Forever Means EP (Jagjaguwar)
Forever Means by Angel Olsen
For all of the ambition and willingness to push further stylistically that Angel Olsen has exhibited in the last half a decade, it’s clear she’s never lost sight of her greatest strengths: deftly sensitive songwriting and that otherworldly voice. Dipping her toes into the swollen decadence of All Mirrors or the ‘80s synthpop cosplay of Aisles remain diversions from her more traveled roads beaten with a guitar and a mic that can handle her pipes. The Olsen I fell in love with was Burn Your Fire for No Witness, and she seems to have come back around on that more restrained swagger lately with the All Mirrors reworkings Whole New Mess, last year’s excellent, settling Big Time and, now, leftovers from those sessions in the form of Forever Means. The sax and organ solos that run out of gas on “Nothing’s Free” and the afterthought of a trumpet on “Time Bandits” feel like failed flourishes, so you can see why she dropped them, but the title track is as good as she gets and none of these four tracks is obviously lacking for quality. No matter how much change she goes through — and heaven knows she’s had plenty of that recently — her gifts shine brightest when there’s less to hide them behind. The center continues to hold.
Patrick Masterson
ShaunMusiq, Ftears & Xduppy — “Bhebha (Feat. Myztro, Mellow & Sleazy, QuayR Musiq & Matuteboy)” (Kgaday)
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The reigning sound of South Africa has been amapiano for several years now, and understandably so: Its relaxed rhythmic pace, airy melodies and “the pianos” from which the genre derives its name allow for plenty of creative space. One name taking recent advantage of the style is ShaunMusiq, who’s had a small but solid stream of singles since 2021’s SkrrThang II and here heads up a crew remixing a song that’s been blowing out cheap car subs and irritating parents around Pretoria since 2005. It won’t surprise you to learn this blew up via TikTok and that’s probably the impetus for this official video, which belatedly arrives a month out from the single’s release, but what might surprise you is how heavy that bass rolls as the three protagonists pass sleepy bars off to one another in the Bantu Tsonga language. Heavier still is just how committed this video is: From the dancers to the decked out Toyota Hiace, nothing’s left on the table. Get in, loser: We’re going to whatever party puts this on loudest.
Patrick Masterson
Silver Moth — Black Bay (Bella Union)
Black Bay by Silver Moth
The band Silver Moth is a pandemic-era coming together of Stuart Braithwaite (Mogwai) and his wife, singer-songwriter Elisabeth Elektra; singer-songwriter Evi Vine, plus her guitarist Steven Hill and multi-instrumentalist Ben Roberts; Abrasive Trees guitarist Andrew Rochford; and Ash Babb, drummer in Burning House and Academy of the Sun. The seven musicians convened at Black Bay studio on the Isle of Lewis in Scotland for a short stint of writing and recording, and these six songs are the result. Given it was all pulled together in the studio, the coherence is impressive, especially on opener “Henry,” which sounds like Mogwai fronted by Beth Gibbons, and “Mother Tongue,” which has the airy, exploratory feel of Meg Baird. The second half of the record is dominated by the 15-minute “Hello Doom” (a very Mogwai song title), which sounds exactly as you might imagine, searing fuzz guitar and all. Though occasionally lacking in its own distinct personality, there’s definitely sufficient chemistry on Black Bay for further Silver Moth music if the band has the time and inclination.
Tim Clarke
Skooly — “08 Wayne” (The Real U)
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Lil Wayne recently passed through Chicago on tour, and reports from the evening have it that he was rapping songs here he hadn’t touched in years (if ever). For hip-hop fans who’ve struggled with the genre’s post-Drake decentralization, it was a nice reminder of simpler times when it was easy to tell who was on top — and who knows, maybe Weezy’s “I’m Me” tour was the impetus for Kazarion Fowler’s latest single, too. The former Rich Kidz member would’ve turned 14 in 2008, so while more wizened heads might have it that Wayne’s peak was a year or two earlier, Skooly’s of the age to speak with authority that in high school hallways, there was no doubting Wayne’s imperial phase was in full effect by the year in question. Skooly doesn’t look to ape that level of language-busting dexterity, instead opting for a confident sing-song lilt with an irresistible chorus that wraps on “Cold propane / This shit is dope cocaine / I feel like ‘08 Wayne” while Buddah Bless tinkles his way across the ivories and adds just a touch of funked up synthesizer for color. In every respect, this is one to feel good about.
Patrick Masterson
Sounding Society — Homecoming Medley or Society Into Sound (Gotta Let It Out)
HOMECOMING MEDLEY or SOCIETY INTO SOUND by SOUNDING SOCIETY
Man, will somebody please burp the matrix? There’s a glitch in the circuits. How else might one explain this anomaly? The cover, which is proudly proclaimed to be AI-generated, looks like the glossy cover of a 1980s-vintage sci-fi paperback. And the sounds? At first, the music sounds like a gear-inclusive (i.e., digital and analog) retro take on New Age-tinged keyboard soundtrackery. But as the music progresses, some non-ironic improvisational chops steer the music on a less predictable, if still essentially groovy, course. Several explorational interludes and one video game parlor breakdown later, you’re left wondering just what went down. Explanation — drummer-bandleader Tomo Jacobson spends much of his time in more straight-faced, jazz-oriented settings. It would seem that you can take the jazz man out of the club, but you can’t take the creative restlessness out of his heart.
Bill Meyer
Erik Sowa — Cedar Lake Recordings Vol. 1 (Sliptoh)
Cedar Lake Recordings Vol .1 by Erik Sowa
Chicagoans will recognize Eric Sowa as a drummer who pops up in both roots and improv contexts, to make these recordings, he headed to an off-the-grid location in northern Minnesota. No electricity? No problem, he just humped a car battery to power the recording gear, along with his drums, stringed instruments and bellows-driven organ. All that trouble would be for naught if it didn’t help capture the vibe, but Sowa has gotten it right. One supposes that it took considerable concentration to self-record a virtual ensemble that feels so naturally loose. Each tune represents a modest amount of rustic headspace, and then makes way for the next.
Bill Meyer
Dick Stusso — S.P. (Hardly Art)
S.P. by Dick Stusso
Dick Stusso distorts 1970s guitar rock through a prism, twisting blues-rock riffs into haunted litanies. His big hollowed out baritone floats elegantly through post-Waits-ian junk shop arrangements, posing, preening, italicizing every line. You can hear faint sirens through the piano bar chords of “Self Reflection (Deep).” The title screams sarcasm, but Stusso plays it relatively straight. It’s a AOR ballad turning slightly green at the edges, blown out with ghostly “woo-woo” counterparts and ending with a curdled R&B solo vocal that sounds like Merry Clayton but broken and harsh. I should mention that that’s Grace Cooper of the Sandwitches, one of the reigning queens of West Coast lofi and a long-time collaborator with Stusso. His father, the jazz saxophonist Marc Russo (Stusso’s real name is Nic Russo), makes an appearance in “Garbagedump #1,” a sloppy-drunk cakewalk treading unsteadily on second-hand-shop boogie. These 18 songs are brief but vividly imagined, throwing up film noir sound-stage vistas that are convincing unless you look at them from the side.
Jennifer Kelly
Harry Taussig — 80 (Tompkins Square)
80 by Harry Taussig
Harry Taussig is Takoma school royalty. His first recordings appeared on John Fahey’s celebrated Takoma Park record label, and his most recent have been for Tompkins Square, beginning with tracks on the seminal Imaginational Anthem series. His small catalog includes three releases over the past 10 years, the name of this one commemorating his 80th birthday. The compositions, played unaccompanied and without overdubbing on six- and 12-string acoustic guitar and five-string banjo, tend to bear titles suggestive of classical music (which Taussig cites as a primary influence in the liner notes), such as “Etude for in G Major #7.” Most have an improvisational feel, though comparison of alternate takes indicates that they are constructed with care. All three instruments sound open-tuned, as the five-string banjo usually is and as is common in the Takoma school style. Taussig has never been flashy, and his deliberate and at times hesitant approach has helped him to age somewhat more gracefully as a player than Fahey did. There is a craggy beauty to 80 well represented by the brooding photograph on the cover. Here’s hoping an 85 and a 90 will be forthcoming.
Jim Marks
Unlearn and MP Shaw—Secret Listener (Farallon)
Secret Listener by Unlearn & MP Shaw
Bright rounded bloops of synthetic sound bob in gentle syncopation, in the uncanny valley’s muted version of funk. Two Seattle-born, SF-based electronic artists—Matthew Shaw and James Key—made this disc during the lockdown casting dystopic dread into billow-y, unearthly shadows on the wall. Thus, their “Dusting the Astral Plane” grooves in a well-cushioned, unconfrontational way; picture an actual robot doing the robot, but slowly and bathed in magic hour twilight. Two “TLR” cuts serve as whooshing, enveloping meditation breaks, the soft clarity of keyboards surging then subsuming into ambient hiss. “Article One” lists woozily on blotty smudges of synth sound, the sharp click of rhythm clattering through. All of these cuts drift and loom, the dance beats wrapped in gauzy, indeterminant tone-washes. It’s more of a pencil drumming, space-staring, transcendental vibe than anything hedonistic or physical, but very nice all the same.
Jennifer Kelly
Youniss — White Space (Viernulvier)
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So what exactly distinguishes a very short album from an EP? Formal considerations like number of tracks don’t really work, and ultimately it’s just going to come down to the feel of the thing. In White Space’s case, the second album from Antwerp-based Youniss holds together strongly enough as a significant statement that neither the 20-minute runtime nor the almost beat tape-esque patchwork of these ten tracks are drawbacks. Whether going full aggro (particularly on the redlined, snapped-off “Arms Bent Back”), more atmospheric on the instrumentals “Negative Space” and “Walad,” or fully embracing a melancholy of dislocation on “SO SLOW” and “Sinking,” White Space packs a lot of sonic texture and grappling with serious issues (race, perspective, artistry, context) in a brief space. All that and it’ll consistently get your head nodding? That’s an album.
Ian Mathers
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I'm in a hotel room so I'm watching Forensic Files (obviously) and it's about these two murders in Michigan in the late 80s-mid 90s done by the same guy, but one was in Flint and one was in Detroit. The narrator was like "the cities are 75 miles apart, that's so far apart to be doing murders" and obviously these writers do not understand that people from Flint will drive to Detroit for a CONCERT on a WEEKNIGHT, 75 miles is nothing.
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Flint Taylor's The Torture Machine: Racism and Police Violence in Chicago is a historical chronicle of the decades it took to get any form of justice for torture survivors. For years, the Chicago Police Department used terror tactics and physical torture to get false confessions from men of color—I won't even call them suspects, since almost all of them were simply men of color profiled by the police—torturing more than 120 people. The worst of them was commander Jon Burge, but it was a culture and pervasive chain of violence, not to mention a cover-up, that involved people at every level of the police department and Chicago government, and is a shameful stain on Chicago history that needs to be well-known.
The book exposes the lengths to which people would rather be ignorant—the lengths they'll go to in order to preserve the system—to avoid confronting hard questions. How things suddenly become political and "editorial" the moment they implicate the system as a whole. How the judicial system tried to subvert and break down these trials at every turn, largely due to the ingrained biases of judges and to the concerted efforts of the government to cover-up as much as they could.
It is a thick, dense history of both the torture and primarily the legal process it took to expose it and break the police code of silence and government conspiracy of silence that dominated up to that point. Dense, but hard to put down. Horrific, and exposed me to a lot of history that I should know as a Chicagoan and progressive in Chicago.
My only complaint about the book is it dearly needs a timeline. I made one myself full of crucial names and dates, but it would have been a huge help. To organize his story, Taylor has to go back and forth in time sometimes—totally fine, but less confusing with a timeline present!
Content warnings for violence, torture, racism (systemic, language/slurs, violence), misogynoir, sexual assault
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Some of Many People I'd like to get to know better
@charmwasjess, @rochenn, thank you for tagging!
Favorite color:
Purple of course, I just think it’s neat. Indigo in second place. (and here I understand that colors are weird in English, so I mean indigo is more like dark blue)
Last movie/show:
«Не покидай…» (Do not leave…) 1989. It is a two-part television film based on the play with the same name by Georgy Polonsky, based on the fairy tale by William Thackeray “The Ring and the Rose.” It's my comfort movie that I return to sometimes, with beautiful songs and a plot that I didn't fully understand when I was little.
Last song:
“Манипуляция” (Manipulation) by SARA. They released a new album this month «Центр управления чувствами» ("Feeling Control Center"). I'm already ready to buy tickets for the concert in the spring.
Sweet/Savory/Spicy:
Sweet!! One day I'll go into a sugar coma. But I also like spicy food, to the dismay of my friends. It hurts? Yes. Literally burning my mouth? Yes. Am I going to wash this down with scalding coffee? Yes, too.
Relationship status:
Well…………………… I don’t understand how romantic relationships work. Maybe I’m somewhere in the aro/ace spectrum, idk, but I have other things to do besides figure this out.
Last thing googled:
Perl. A language cursed by the gods and forgotten by everyone except this one stupid task. Five dead, four wounded. Also the text of the fairy tale "Flint", because my friend told me about the film based on the fairy tale, on which they based a play. There was some misunderstanding, fueled by both of us being sleep deprived, so we had to go back to the original source.
Current obsession:
Sifo-Dyas. Need I say anything more? Seriously, thinking about this doomed idiot is the thing that kept me from biting people in the last week of the semester.
No pressure tags:
@ionjuno, @amarcia, @badnerina
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