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Comments on Darren’s instagram post (December 14th, 2022)
#darren criss#tyler oakley#justin sargent#laura wiley#devin velez#darius christian#jonathan gabay#ben rose#keith caulfield#mike o'malley#detox#john stamos#michael turchin#julie white#michael levine#ig comments#instagram#dec 2022#i totally forgot to post these#i'm sorry#i got distracted#kept saying i'll post later#and obviously kept forgetting#so today is ig comment day posts#hahahahahahahaha#sorry lol
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Forbidden Attraction
𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻
𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻
𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼
𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Relationships: Hank Voight x Plus size! Justin’s ex girlfriend! Reader
Summary: "It was wrong, it was forbidden, it was frowned upon by many. But no matter how many times we tried to stay away from each other, we couldn't fight the pull between each other."
Warning: Explicit Sexual Content. Younger woman/older man. Age gap. A bit of a slow burn. Mutual pining. Angst. Daddy issues. Insecurities. Mention of past domestic abuse. Mention of past cheating. Body issues. Romantic/Sexual tension. Depression. Anxiety. Jealousy. And more. (Justin & Alvin doesn’t die. Is somewhat of an AU.)
(Coming Soon)
#forbidden attraction#hank voight x y/n#sargent hank voight#hank voight x reader#hank voight smut#hank voight imagines#hank voight#Chicago pd#chicago med#chicago fire#law and order#jason beghe#Justin Voight
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still kinda pissed there wasnt a small cameo or something of reeve carney in spider man nwh
Do not forget your history. You cannot outrun your past. Spider man turn off the dark the musical existed and was on broadway
#boy falls from the sky is kinda banger ngl#theres like 5 songs from the show i actually regularly listen to#a freak like me needs company is an absolute banger and i will physically fight anyone who disagrees#i also would have accept justin matthew sargent in a role in nwh as he took over the role from carney#like just a one word cameo would have been Bitchin
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mouth of the eden - sabrina jordan (2023)
photo credits - joe sargent / bruce bennett / emilee chinn / patrick dermott / bruce bennett / gregory shamus / gregory shamus / bruce bennett / gregory shamus / dave sandford / gregg forwerck / bruce bennett / getty images / getty images / justin berl / justin berl / justin berl / gregory shamus / dave sandford / gregory shamus / bruce bennett / emilee chinn / christian petersen
now, my question is, why do bruce dave and gregory always show up at the scene of the crime (emotionally devastating photos)
#sidney crosby#evgeni malkin#sidgeno#pittsburgh penguins#pens lb#i listened to this on repeat when it came out and i always thought it related to them#pens pls win more cups so old man croz can retire#and bring guentzy back pls
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― “God, Gods, Powers, Lord, Universe -“ by Chen Chen
Hockey Poetry Post 71/?
(Photo credit: Fred Kfoury III, Debora Robinson, Patrick Smith, Justin K. Aller, Philip G. Pavely, Zak Krill, Patrick McDermott, Patrick McDermott, Justin K. Aller, link, Patrick Smith, Ron Chenoy, Maddie Meyer, Dave Sandford, Dave Reginek, John McCreary, Jonathan Kozub, Joe Sargent, Joe Sargent, Patrick Smith, Kirk Irwin, Claus Andersen, Patrick Smith)
#I showed my mum a picture of dumo and she said sure that boy is pretty but he looks like he could really use a hug#which#yea#brian dumoulin#pittsburgh penguins#and I should tag it as Seattle as well I guess but imma be in denial about it for a bit longer#hockey poetry posts#poetry archive
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"Rule of Law" by Texas Observer Political Cartoonist Ben Sargent
Part of our coverage of the impeachment of Ken Paxton. To see more political cartoons from Ben Sargent, visit our Loon Star State section, or find Observer political reporting here.
Read more from the Observer:
Paxton, Acquitted: Politics Reporter Justin Miller outlines the prosecution’s many missed opportunities, a big campaign donation to a key Ken Paxton supporter, and more which may have led to the Attorney General getting acquitted on all 16 articles of impeachment against him. And how, even with all that, Paxton still isn’t out of hot water yet.
Angela Paxton’s Ties to a Shell Company: Justin Miller gets to the bottom of why K-Pax and his wife stopped over in Kosovo to promote a lobbyist-friend’s shadowy tech business.
Paxton is Burning: Correspondent Nancy Goldstein explains why the Texas Republican party turned, at least temporarily, against Ken Paxton after years of open corruption and abuse of power and the law.
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The Doctor looked back at the soldiers. “No, they won't shoot us,” he decided. “We're in Britain.” He nodded to punctuate his argument. “Right then -” he stretched his arms up behind his head, making it look as though he was obeying the instruction - “when I say run...”
“I know,” Sam said, imitating his action.
“Go!” The Doctor was already haring back down the hill towards the trees. Sam charged after him, aware of Sargent close behind. The shouts of the soldiers followed them all.
“You said 'go',” Sam gasped as she tried to keep up with him. “You're not supposed to say ‘go', you're supposed to say 'run'.”
“OK,” the Doctor called over his shoulder. “If you prefer, 'run'.”
They dived into the trees as the first rasp of automatic fire kicked up the ground behind them.
“You said they wouldn't shoot, too,” Sargent pointed out as he held on to a tree trunk and tried to catch his breath.
“I said they wouldn't shoot us. And they didn't. They missed.”
Option Lock by Justin Richards
#doctor who#eighth doctor#edas#eighth doctor adventures#book quote#option lock#doctor who: option lock#the snark#this book is boring as hell but the doctor is entertaining as always
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After signing reams of paperwork containing, among other things, the harshest non-disclosure agreements he had ever seen, Justin David Foster was blindfolded and taken to the location where beta testing was taking place for a new gaming system to be called Dreamforge 4000 (unknown to Justin real name Quantum Reality Manifestor Mark V, something much more than a gaming system, but they needed something to pull the dupes, err, volunteers in.)
Warned that once in the Dreamforge 4000, things would seem completely real, only more so, and that once they took him out after days of testing (“days?!?” “don’t worry, Mister Foster, we’ll take good care of your body.”) there was a possibility of mild residual auditory and visual hallucinations, as well as other effects. “Like what?” asked Justin “nothing to worry about,” they replied. After all, if they told him about the volunteers who just disappeared from existence with a pop and a bright cherry light during the tests of the Mark III, it would just worry him needlessly.
So They hooked him in, and with a body-shaking hum and a bright light, Justin found himself someplace else.
Justin had hoped the game would be like Elden Ring, Destiny 2, or Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six: Siege, where he found himself was a brightly colored high-fantasy realm called Opalutopia.
Also, to his dismay had found himself in Opalutopia not as the Warrior Mage or Tech Sargent he had asked for but as Jasmine Delilah Starbutter, Pixie princess!
“Crap on a Ritz Cracker!” thought Justin. “Hey, can you guys change this?” Jasmine spoke aloud in a voice that all but tinkled like a bell, hopeing the people in the room could hear him and do something.
No reply came, and nothing changed.
Foster shrugged, and as Princess Starbutter set out to explore.
One month later, at least according to calendars found in the realm, Justin was still in Opalutopia. Desperation began to set in for Justin. “they said days, and I didn’t believe them,” Foster thought. “I just hope this is some kind of induced messing with my sense of time; this is getting to me.”
Indeed during her month of sojourning the lands of Opalutopia, Justin, as Princess Jasmine, had had some remarkable adventures.
The most frightening of which had not been the Orks, Ogres, and highway bandits she had had to deal with, but the village of Mountain Gnomes, where three of them had begged her to get word to the bastards in the real world and get them home.
So, there was the Princess in yet another inn at the edge of the Great Forrest, drinking another mead and feeling sorry for herself, or himself; at that point, Justin was not sure which, when the room got painfully bright, bright, and silent.
And with that, the “video” helmet was pulled off, and he was back in the stark white room filled with equipment that he had not seen for what he thought at least had been a month. Only for some reason, it seemed larger than he remembered, as was the chair he sat in, which somehow had become much roomier.
“He’s back!” he heard one of the techs say. “Yes!” said another. “Yeah, but look at...him?” said a third.
“Welcome back… Mister Foster.” said the first tech. “There was a bit of a glitch with your test, but you are okay and back with us.” Before Justin could say anything, a stern man in a dark suit came from around the chair he was in and spoke. “Before we start on what needs to be done now, I need to remind you of all the legal papers you signed.” “What?” said Justin, pausing; there was something off about his voice.
One month after returning to the real world Justin was ready to leave the compound where the Quantum Reality Manifestor Mark V was being tested (in fact, they were already at work on the Mark VI due to what they had learned with Justin.)
Only Justin would not be going back to his old life. Due to his having returned from Opalutopia five years younger than his former 28 years, reduced down from a height of five foot, ten inches to four foot, four inches, and while human again and no longer a Pixie (whatever that even was), Justin was now a woman.
With the help of the mystery company that had done this to her, she had a new identity and would be moving to Bangor, Maine, as Jenna Davina Smith.
“And from now on, I’m sticking strictly to board, paper, and card games, " thought the new Ms. Smith.
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London, UK
Gallery assistants study a detail of Gassed, a 1919 oil painting by the US artist John Singer Sargent, in the new Blavatnik art, film and photography galleries at the Imperial War Museum. The galleries will show about 500 works from the museum’s collection.
Photography by Justin Tallis
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Bo Bice, contributing participant in The Biker Book for Charity, is appearing in Winter Garden, FL.
When you see him, give him a big hug from me.😉
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ROCK OF AGES Starring Bo Bice @bobiceofficial , Justin Sargent, and Omar Cardona is coming to The Garden Theatre January 25 - February 26.
Featuring an All-Star Broadway Cast, ROCK OF AGES takes you back to the time of big bands with big egos, playing big guitar solos, and sporting even bigger hair! This five-time Tony Award-nominated Broadway musical features all of your favorite rock anthems and power ballads including: “We’re Not Going to Take It,” “Waiting for a Girl Like You,” “The Final Countdown,” ��Every Rose Has Its Thorn,” and “Don’t Stop Believin’, “ and many more!
“Even nonbelievers may start inhaling Aqua Net and embracing their inner rocker!”
~Variety
“Absurdly Enjoyable”
`The New York Times
“Is there a Tony Award for Badassery?”
~The New Yorker
Tickets are on sale now!
https://bit.ly/RockOfAges-GardenTheatre-2023
#musician #singer #bobice #americanidol
#thebikerbookforcharity
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Dust Volume 8, Number 8
A few of us have been struggling with life lately—illness, job turmoil, elderly parents, money problems—so we’ve been, perhaps, a bit less prolific than usual. This Dust is the shortest one in a while, but let’s not let brevity be a turn-off. Here are polished vault raps, acoustic guitar blues, classic jazz, ear-busting metal, African desert dreams, indie pop and nouveau grunge records, mostly enjoyed, mostly recommended by Jennifer Kelly, Patrick Masterson, Bill Meyer, Jonathan Shaw and Justin Cober-Lake.
03 Greedo and Mike Free — “Drop Down (Feat. KenTheMan)” (Alamo)
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The best we can hope for is that 03 Greedo gets out in 2023 on good behavior, but the man born Jason Jamal Jackson isn’t thinking about shortcutting his 20-year sentence stuck in a Texas prison like that. In the space where you thought 2018’s God Level would be a coup de grâce and his legacy forever relegated to jail phone freestyles and unfinished Instagram snippets, Greedo — or the people he’s entrusted to be him in the meantime, anyway — has found ways to keep his name in the game via a steady stream of projects (including Kenny Beats and Travis Barker collaborations) that will shortly include fellow Angelino Mike Free, DJ Mustard acolyte and co-producer of Tyga’s “Rack City,” among others. “Drop Down,” which also features the flavor of Northside Houston rapper Ken TheMan, is one of those earworms that self-evidently shows why the streets still scream the new album’s title. Say it loud, say it proud: Free 03.
Patrick Masterson
Botch — “One Twenty Two” (Sargent House)
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And there etched into Tacoma’s forest timber read the words last touched in 2002: Set apart, great divides… but as with so much else culturally two decades later, not so great that mathcore luminaries Botch couldn’t reunite for this one-off born out of quarantine frustrations and snowballing what ifs. It’d be a mistake to look at this as anything more than impermanent, a glimpse through a keyhole of another world full of satisfying returns and flooding nostalgia, but anyone old enough to recognize the significance of “One Twenty Two” should appreciate it for existing at all. It’s a little slower, a little lurchier than you might expect from the Washington quartet, but Dave Verellen’s scorched vocals retain their power and the energy is there. Some days you wonder why it is you keep waking up to an orb falling apart; some days you get an answer back from the cosmos urging you not to throw in the towel just yet. It’s good to have them back for a fleeting moment, anyway.
Patrick Masterson
D.C. Cross — Hot-Wire the Lay-Low: Australian Escapist Pieces for Guitar (Self-Release)
Hot-wire the Lay-low (Australian escapist pieces for guitar) by D.C Cross
D.C. Cross has a lilting, breezy way with the acoustic blues guitar, his tunes unspooling with a lightfingered (and light-footed) grace. It’s fitting then that he wrote those songs during an itinerant year crisscrossing New South Wales during the second year of COVID. The place names, then, are a little different from the usual—Cootamundra and South Albury instead of Memphis or St. Louis—but sound will resonate with fans of Jack Rose, William Tyler and Glenn Jones. These are traveling songs in love with motion. “Stolen Police Car Down the Great Western Highway” has a fluid, onward rushing bravado, its flurries and forays of picking offered in service of a wide-horizon groove. “At Night Those Mountains Disappear” turns ruminative, leaving space for introspection as the dusk falls. Cross didn’t stay for long in any single place, but he let the essence of each locality seep into himself and his music. “Birthday Dread” is maybe the loveliest of a lovely bunch, its quick bursts of picking erupting out of serene melody, just touched with melody. The crossroads has always held a place in the way we imagine the blues, but no one which crossroads, did they?
Jennifer Kelly
Miles Davis Quintet — Live Europe 1960 Revisited (Ezz-thetics)
It’s possible to assess this album without hearing it. If you’re a more than casual fan of the Miles Davis-John Coltrane partnership, you probably already have this music, either on Volume 6 of the Legacy Bootleg Series or on actual bootlegs. And if you’ve been paying attention he last few years, you probably already have taken a position on the Ezz-thetics label’s practice of taking post-bop and free jazz masterpieces from the mid-20th century, repackaging them with new art, new annotation (respect to Dusted’s Derek Taylor for his work on this volume), reorganized track listings, and giving the sound the most presence-enhancing buff that the 21st century can currently provide.
But what’s the fun in not listening? This music, taken from the beginning and the end of the tour that would put a full stop on that epic alliance, is a torch lit by aesthetic tension and blazing with the diverse passions that fired said tensions. Miles, abetted by most of his band, was going into a slick phase, presenting his modal ideas in streamlined fashion. And Coltrane was ready to take that concept as deep as it could go. They were both right, but no stage could contain their contradictions for long. Framed by versions of “So What,” played at a pace similar to the original on Kind Of Blue, this five-track collection distills the tour’s drama quite irresistibly.
Bill Meyer
Grotesqueries — Haunted Mausoleum (Caligari Records)
Haunted Mausoleum by GROTESQUERIES
Nuthin fancy, folks — just 17 minutes of rip-snortin’ Metal ov Death, with one ear on the Swedish old school and another on early British speed metal’s tough and dirty tonality. That’s an appealing combination, and Grotesqueries are clearly having a good time with it, in spite of their songs’ titles: “Flesh Prison” sounds like a long night with bad gas, “Gortician” sounds like an obscure species of squash (until you catch the pun). And so on. Drummer Yianni Tranxidis is the band’s principal force and provides the gruesome aesthetic vision, and this reviewer has to note that his skills with beating the skins outstrip his banal, horror-culture-derived enthusiasms for gross-out violence and human depredations. If you can put up with the exhausted and “evil” themes, the songs are fast, thumping and vicious. Check out the opening minute of “Gortician,” which shifts gears a few times without losing its headlong quality or the layer of fetid ditchwater that covers it. Pretty stinky, dudes. More, please.
Jonathan Shaw
Hellrazor — Heaven’s Gate
Heaven's Gate by Hellrazor
Given how important they seemed at the time, it’s a little puzzling how few bands really sound like Nirvana. Hardly anyone gets the alchemy that Cobain & co. worked with the combination of careening, unhinged but tuneful melodies, noise-blistered guitars and assaultive bass and drums, though the constituent parts are everywhere. But here’s one. Hellrazor the nouveau grunge outfit led by Michael Falcone (drummer for Speedy Ortiz and Ovlov, but here on guitar) gets a lot of that wild, manic-depressive sweetness, that obliterating guitar force right. Heaven’s Gate is the band’s second full-length, after a raft of singles, EPs and cassettes stretching back to about 2016, and it is fuzzily, annihilatingly glorious, i.e., it smells a lot like teen spirit. The best cuts are the super-heavy, feedback bending “Landscaper,” which swaggers like a giant metallic beast, and “Jello Stars” which runs MBV’s guitar blurs into shimmering walls of noise-y mayhem, then parts the curtains for slack shoegaze-y song-ful-ness. There are some goofy spoken word bits bracketing the music, but the songs speak for themselves from the Sonic Youth-riffed (and appropriately named) “Big Buzz” to the Roboto-funked, cartoon voiced “All the Candy in the World.”
Jennifer Kelly
Jones Jones — Just Justice (ESP-Disk’)
Just Justice by Jones Jones
The search engine-stymying name of this trio obscures, among other things, the formidable proliferation of instrumental skill and improvisational understanding gathered under its banner. Bassist Mark Dresser (Anthony Braxton Quartet, Trio M,), sopranino / tenor saxophonist Larry Ochs (ROVA Saxophone Quartet, Maybe Monday, Spectral), and drummer Vladimir Tarasov (Ganelin Trio, Moscow Coposers Orchestra) each pull together the full package an individual sound, an encyclopedic grasp of past musical advances, and a capacity to tune into the moment’s action. They also possess a decade and a half of collaboration, which assures that what you hear on their fourth album isn’t just the sum of their sounds, but an integrated ensemble concept in which microscopic details enhance evolving sonic narratives. This is music that wears its heaviness lightly.
Bill Meyer
Rokia Koné & Jackknife Lee—BAMANAN (Real World)
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Rokia Koné sings with a little sand in the corners, her burnished Malian blues runs scratched up, just a little with a hitch here, a rasp there, so that she sounds both unearthly and very real. Koné once backed up Angelique Kidjo in Les Amazone D’Afrique, and vocally, she shares some of that legendary tribe’s strength. BAMANAN, recorded remotely during the COVID year, pairs her with Jackknife Lee, an Irish producer now living in California, known for shaping the work of U2, Taylor Swift, the Killers and R.E.M. The two never shared physical space while recording this album. Given the two principals, it not surprising that contrast and contradiction is built in. Koné has an elemental, soulful presence; Lee specializes in the sheen and aura of big-time arena pop. So in “Bi Ye Tulonba Ye” the singer calls out lines that could have been written before the industrial age, that would sound perfectly comfortable echoing over miles of empty dunes, while Lee frames her in a shimmering, surreal bed of synths that could have come from The Joshua Tree. The songs vary in their mix of indie pop and afro-blues with “N’yanyan” coming closest to a western-style quiet storm ballad, and “Anw Tile (It’s Our Time)” sounding most undilutedly Malian. “Kurunba” is the club banger with infra-red blasts of synth bass and intricate patterns of hand drums, and an exhilarating communal call and response between Koné and her singers. Lee makes every sound reverberate, especially the drums, which have that Phil Collins-esque, gate-reverbed, realer-than-real punch, creating an uncanny valley for this powerful vocalist to preside over.
Jennifer Kelly
Man Made Hill — Mirage Repair (Orange Milk)
Mirage Repair by Man Made Hill
Unsuspecting listeners, prepare yourselves for a hefty helping of petri dish funk, a sonic concoction as infectious as bacteria, but far less gross. Pop miscreant Randy Gagne – the man behind such bizarre tunes as “Hot 4 Sloth” and “My Accoutrements” – is back with another collection of ectoplasm-flecked ditties. The Hamilton, Ontario-based one-man purveyor of retro-futuristic sleaze is determined to reel you in with his phantasmagoric take on R&B, dance, and lounge music. If this all strikes you as insane, don’t be scared. Gagne has an enticing sense of charisma, so it's best to give in. What you’ll find beneath the faux-sordid exterior is an altruistic family man raised on televised wrestling, Full Moon Entertainment VHS tapes, and other cultural oddities. He's a noise musician with a quirky sense of humor, who’s always had a soft spot for pop music. A freak coincidence brought Gagne into the orbit of Jeremy Greenspan (Junior Boys), and Mirage Repair is the result. The producer gives Man Made Hill’s freaky funk a glistening wax job, polishing away the possibility for any rough edges. Give it a listen and you’ll have Gagne’s earworms penetrating your grey matter for weeks to come. Imagine the stares you’ll get when you sing lines like “take a look at what I brought from the plasma zone / every time you go / you take a piece of meat with you” to yourself in the subway. Doesn’t that image make you smile?
Bryon Hayes
Mystic Charm — Hell Did Freeze Over (Personal Records)
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Amsterdam’s Mystic Charm may be a sort of missing (or at least sorely overlooked) link, between doom metal progenitors like Cirith Ungol and Saint Vitus and the stoner-occult, fuzz-and-snarl antics of Electric Wizard. By the time Dopethrone (2000) put that latter band on the mass cultural map, Mystic Charm had flamed out, disappearing into a smoky (ahem) haze. This new compilation LP includes five tracks from a tentative 2017 comeback session, for which Mystic Charm rerecorded tunes from the planned 1999 Hell Did Freeze Over LP; additionally, you’ll hear five songs from a session in the early 1990s, which issued in the “Lost Empire” 7” single. The tunes and tones all sound pretty familiar now, given the sheer number of occult doom records that have been released, the persistence of Electric Wizard’s dope-infused template and the many imitators that followed in that band’s wake. This record indicates that we should reconsider just whose wake that is. Mystic Charm matches distortion with punch, and check out Rini Lipman’s vocals. She growls and howls with appealing menace. It almost makes you miss the Clinton years.
Jonathan Shaw
Old Million Eye — The Air’s Chrysalis Chimes (Feeding Tube/Cardinal Fuzz)
The Air's Chrysalis Chime by Old Million Eye
When most of the band lived in the Bay area, the psychedelic combo Dire Wolves generated recordings at a rate that another Dusted scribe characterized as “dizzying.” But now that key players are scattered from coast to coast, that rate has slowed to a pace that won’t dent your store of Dramamine. But that doesn’t mean they’ve all just quit. While Jeffrey Alexander courts heads on the east coast, synthesizer and bass player Brian Lucas is keeping the torch lit out west under the guise of Old Million Eye. The seven songs on The Air’s Chrysalis Chimes strive for an effect that condensation achieves naturally in rural meadows on early autumn mornings. They’re light and gauzy, and the harder you look, the more they fade away. But they never disappear; they’re just luring you into an unknown zone. Lead on.
Bill Meyer
Salim Nourallah — See You in Marfa (Palo Santo)
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Salim Nourallah spent much of the pandemic releasing a string of EPs, eventually collected in his the World's Weakest Man box set. It seems like the songwriter would be due for another full-length, but he continues his extended play ways with See You in Marfa. This release has a strange origin, coming out of sessions with The Church's Marty Willson-Piper (the two do, in theory, have an LP coming out at some point). One of their collaborations, “Hold on to the Night,” makes an appearance on this EP, an emblematic marker of Nourallah sounding re-energized. It's a wry sort of party anthem, continuously pushing the dawn away. “Not Back to Sad” offers a surprise collaboration between Nourallah and his brother Faris, which should please long-time fans of the pairing (as should the electric guitar tone on this one). The disc's title track marks its other highpoint. It's a straightforward and catchy love song that Nourallah wrote for his girlfriend seven years ago (further evidence that there's a great album hidden among this string of EPs, though that probably doesn't matter in the digital era). See You in Marfa might be a little bit of a stopgap release, continuing the EP procession, but it doesn't sound tossed off. Nourallah might not have put out an album in four years, but he hasn't lost his momentum during that time either.
Justin Cober-Lake
Julie Odell — Autumn Eve (Frenchkiss)
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Julie Odell has a big strong belt, a kicking band and a way with the giant pop climax, so I’m struggling to figure out why I’m so lukewarm on this album. The Louisiana native borrows the accessible parts from her swampy homeland’s legacy, dotting indie confessionals with blues-y slides, country hiccups and even a few cajun dance moves. Maybe it’s the way she stuffs every factor she can think of that sends big pop songs to the rafters into suitcase-sized songs. Take “Cardinal Feather,” for instance, which combines a thundering, Arcade Fire-style beat, a sauntering blues verse, a flexible, variegated vocal attack and some significant mood changes into its five-minute length. It’s all aimed, clearly, at the feel-good, hands-in-the-air, ecstatic end of the pop spectrum, but it seems like too much thought went into how it would be perceived and too little into how it felt and what it meant. Every one of these songs feels like a late show banger, but you don’t really want a whole album of these. Why not let a few of them just be?
Jennifer Kelly
Plastic Bubble — Enchance (Garden Gate)
Enchance by Plastic Bubble
Plastic Bubble is a giddy, goofy, lo-fi psychedelic pop band out of Kentucky, one that started as a vehicle for Matt Taylor’s solo material but has lately grown into a more collaborative effort. Only two of the 13 tracks on Enchance give him sole songwriting credit. The rest are mostly joint or group efforts, with one solo composition by Elisa McCabe, who joined the band in 2012. These are, generally, keyboard-wheedling, drum-machine pounding, exuberant songs, tinged with a euphoric weirdness, but eminently hummable. McCabe’s “Point the Way,” for instance, hitches dreaming, melancholic melodies to a motorik pump of drum machine, with spiraling curls of several different kinds of keyboards jetting off the main tune. Taylor’s “Listening to Genesis” is barer and more wistful, just a sketch in electric piano and mechanized beat. I hope no one takes this the wrong way, but “Water,” reminds me of Daniel Johnson, with its wide-eyed, whatever-blinks-into-my-head lyrics and muscular, buzzy guitars. It is a little insane, but totally committed to it, which makes all the difference.
Jennifer Kelly
Caitlin Rose — “Black Obsidian” (Pearl Tower)
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You’d be forgiven at this point for thinking the look Caitlin Rose is giving over her shoulder on The Stand-In’s cover was her way of saying goodbye, but “Black Obsidian” suggests the seven-year quiet period between that look and the recordings of her forthcoming and oft-delayed Cazimi was only space with which to live darkly a little. With a sweeping flourish not unlike Echo & the Bunnymen’s “The Killing Moon” outro, Rose skirts gothic decadence in spinning the tale of what she terms an “impossible puzzle,” a corroded relationship where one person’s overworking to show the other what could be with no success. “Is it that you haven't got it in you, or that you just don't want to?” she sings, letting the final word lilt and float like a blown bubble. But we know the same way she does how inevitable obsidian feels in the spaces no one else can see: If you have to ask the question, a sad and terminally pining part of you already knows the answer.
Patrick Masterson
Wolfbrigade — Anti-Tank Dogs (Armageddon)
Anti-Tank Dogs EP by WOLFBRIGADE
The long-running Swedish crust outfit rolls on with this new 7” EP — and “long-running” doesn’t justly represent Wolfbrigade’s stamina and staying power. Jocke Rydbjer, Erik Norberg and the rest of the band are well into their third decade of decrying social injustice and destroying amps. If you haven’t been paying attention, the semiotics of a Nordic hardcore band invoking wolves and martial organization might give you pause, but you should know that in the late 1990s, they changed their name from Wolfpack to avoid any confusion with or perceived support for a Neo-Nazi prison gang using the same moniker. And sure, there’s some cognitive dissonance in a song that takes on the depredations of warfare by alluding to anti-tank weapons. You can hear some echoes from Ukraine, and the West’s provision of lots and lots of Javelin missiles to the Ukrainian military. It’s ambiguous: Putin’s adventurism is repugnant and brutal, but Raytheon and Lockheed Martin are sure raking in the cash. Wolfbrigade has never been particularly interested in subtlety, and like the band, this EP is a blunt instrument. If you’re interested in muscular d-beat with more than a passing interest in death metal’s burly buzz, here’s your late-summer soundtrack.
Jonathan Shaw
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🌷🌸”The tough experiences in life are what make us girls prettier”🌷🌸
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It is embarrassing how often i listen to songs from Spider-Man turn off the dark unironically
my Musical Theatre Nerd card needs to be revoked
#is it bad my fav musicals are flops or jukebox musicals?#anyway boy falls from the sky is Genuinely a good song#freak like me needs company is so bad its good#i am foaming at the mouth wanting a recording of justin matthew sargent as peter#carneys alt matthew james thomas is like Really good in the role#rip to robert cuccioli for agreeing to take over as norman osborn green goblin from Patrick page#you were the original jekyll and hyde!! how did you get to be in this flop!!!!
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You can call me anuthing you want but I'm 39 years old and this vagina has only touched one man you might have fucked someone pretending to be me with the same vagina but it wasn't mine. I don't care if I die only fucking one or two men just kidding my husband to be wanted to wait till his wedding day. So call me slut call me whore and Justin Bieber's "fake" wife Desiree for the win what because she sucked all your dicks? Maybe you should go get a STD check svs purposely got aid syphilis and gonnariah so that she could " sored the love and I don't think my husband to be would be that wmstuoid. Us police officers have to do what we are supposed to do and thats to serve and protect of country. Not sure there eating doughnuts and drinking coffee getting fat. Did you know you can't get you're degree in policing if your fat you have to actually go to the gym and work out because of us being first on call what if the building was on fire,? I would run right into it without fire men outfits on
And I can still look like this and be Sargent of police any where in the world
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“October,” Louise Glück, Averno (2006).
Hockey Poetry Post 10/?
(Photo credit: Justin K. Aller, Emilee Chinn, Gregory Shamus, John Crouch, Bruce Bennett, @thingsmk1120sayz, Mike Stobe, Len Redkoles, Nicole Vasquez, Justin Berl, Jamie Sabau, Patrick Smith, Emilee Chinn, Jana Chytilova, Joe Sargent, David E. Klutho, Kevin Sousa, Jeanine Leech, Mark LoMoglio, Derek Cain)
#this is insanely self indulgent even by my standards#but theyre my little guys. I love them. I love this poem. im sorry its so very long.#it had to fit a lot of feelings.#kris letang#sidney crosby#evgeni malkin#pittsburgh penguins#hockey poetry posts#take a shot if you participate in the Will Joy Mention Louise Glück In This Post drinking game#1000!!! games!!!! each!!!!#not everyone gets to have this folks!!!
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Reports of Our Death ... by Ben Sargent from the May/June 2023 issue of Texas Observer magazine.
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