#Maximum Rock N Roll

[thephilosopheroftheboudoir]

[bandcampsnoop]

1/11/25.

Soft Shoulder must be one of Tempe, Arizona's most known bands. We first posted about them in 2015, and they released new material as recently as 2023. Their Discogs page (their profile states, "No-Wave / Junk-Kraut from thee Sonoran Desert with satellite members in Oakland, Montreal, Berlin, etc.") boasts 33 releases. That said, this band is still decidedly under the radar. There is no entry at all on AllMusic. I did find several references to the band on Maximum Rock N Roll.

Our initial post mentioned both Eddy Current Suppresion Ring and Diat. There is a lot of noise here - but I would say this is closer to The Fall, Spray Paint and Blank Realm. These songs are short though. I was surprised how quickly each side of the LP ended.

Soft Shoulder serve as the vehicle for some of the music of James Fella. This is released on Gilgongo Records (which I think was started by Fella).

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Eimear Quinn - The Voice 1996

This was the winner of the Eurovision Song Contest 1996, representing Ireland. It was created by Brendan Graham, who had also written and composed "Rock 'n' Roll Kids", the Irish winner from the 1994 contest. The victory was Ireland's seventh contest victory, setting a record for the most contests won by a single country that would only be tied by Sweden in 2023.

Brendan Graham had originally submitted "The Voice" for consideration to represent Ireland in Eurovision via a recording made with another performer. However, after "The Voice" had been advanced to the final for the Irish national round, Graham attended a performance by the Anúna chorale at Christ Church Cathedral in Dublin, where he was struck by the voice of Eimear Quinn. Graham recruited her to perform "The Voice" on the final of the National Song Contest. At Eurovision, "The Voice" was awarded the maximum douze points by seven countries.

Lyrically, "The Voice" is a very Celtic-inspired song, with the singer portraying herself as "the voice" which watches over the world, describing "her" effects on the elements, such as the wind, the seasons, in a similar way to Mother Nature. It is of a folk style and is sung at a very high pitch. Quinn was accompanied by traditional Irish percussion, woodwind and string instruments.

It received a total of 65,2% yes votes!

[folkpunkbreakfast]

Favourite comics from punk zine i found!

All images are from Maximum Rock N Roll #383 April 15 - comic and art iusse.

No clue when or who started this zine doesn't say. There is a address on the back for a PO box based in San Francisco tho!

I found this in my local zine shop in Melbourne. Happy to post more pictures later!

(Sorry for the quality tho)

[raccoonfallsharder]

rocket says take a fuckin' study break ✩࿐࿔

in honor of it being finals season for many of you, i'm resharing the take a fuckin' study break drabble/minific from ✩࿐࿔ take what you need here, in full. ao3 version here.

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: 1,020.

“Ow!” you yelp, rocking back on your stool and scrubbing a hand at your forehead. “Did you just flick me?”

“I been talking at you for like two minutes,” Rocket grouses. “It’s like talking to a frickin’ wall.”

You glower. “I told you. I’m studying. And writing. And studying. Leave me alone.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he jeers. “Terran finals. Whatever. Sounds like a waste of time. Haven’t the humies on that backward mudball realized yet that tests don’t actually measure learning? It’s like using a yardstick to measure time.”

You sigh and lean back. “Yeah, they know. Doesn’t matter though. If I want to pass these classes and get this stupid degree, I need to–” You scrub at your forehead again and sigh. “You know what? Never mind. I cannot have you un-motivating me right now. What did you want?”

He leaps neatly onto the stool across from you and sets two glass bottles on the tabletop, then leans his forearms on the little table between you, smirking smugly. “To pay you back, cupcake.” The mockery in his voice does not bode well for you. “Remember what you told me last week when Adam was whining about how I was making him study the Bowie’s schematics for too many hours?”

You feel your stomach drop. “No,” you lie, big-eyed.

His smirk only grows. “Lemme refresh your terrible frickin’ memory, then.” Now his teeth are sharp and he heightens his voice into a whiny falsetto. “But Rocket. Maximum productivity is only five-to-seven hours a day. You can overload the crappy baldbody brain if you go longer than that–”

“Pretty sure I did not say ‘crappy baldbody brain,’” you interject dryly.

“–and he could lose everything you’ve taught him already. Plus, he needs fifteen-to-twenty minute breaks every fifty-to-ninety minutes.”

You stare at him flatly, unwilling to dignify his bad mimicry with a response. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to care. He’s snickering openly at this point.

“Time to take your fuckin’ break,” he tells you. “It’s for your own damn good.”

You feel your brain fluttering in your skull like a trapped bird, and your heart is already starting to pick up the pace too. “Rocket,” you plead, all that old academic anxiety spiking high. “Unlike Adam, I’m actually on a time table. I need to finish all this by–”

“And if what you told me was true, I’m not gonna let you overdo it and lose it,” he tells you, his voice dropping for just a moment into something serious and intent. “Now get up. You’ve been at this for at least an hour-and-a-half.”

You hesitate, staring reluctantly at your laptop screen.

“Do I gotta give you a direct order, kid?”

You glower at him and drag yourself off the barstool. He turns sideways on his own, leaning against the table lazily and taking a mouthful of his ale. “Five deep breaths,” he orders lazily. “Your eyes aren’t laser cannons, and your angry looks aren’t gonna shut me up, cupcake.”

“God, I hate you,” you tell him, and then close your eyes and plant your feet and take your five stupid deep breaths.

“Roll your shoulders. Three times in each direction.”

You start and he cuts you off with a barked, “Slower. Start over.”

You scowl at him and do it.

“Touch your toes.”

“Geezus, I hate you,” you repeat. He just raises a brow and waits till you follow his instructions.

When you rise back up, he’s nudging the second glass bottle in your direction. “Drink half a’ that.”

You glare but lift it to your mouth anyway. It’s just water – but it’s the perfect temperature, and you suddenly realize you haven’t had anything but caffeine all day, and even that had been hours ago. You end up drinking more than half, easily.

Rocket sighs and shakes his head when you put it down. “Okay, ready for your next mission?”

“Rocket, I don’t have time–”

“It’ll take less time if you shut up and do what I frickin’ say.”

“You are the worst.”

He grins and his tail flicks. “So I’ve been told,” he concedes with mock humility, like you’ve just given him a compliment. He raises a clawed finger. “You need some fresh air, and you need to eat. You’re gonna go down to that street food stall in the Zygomatic Arch and get yourself a roasted yaro root wrap. Then you’re gonna come back and Kraglin’s gonna meet you across the street from here with a data pad. As long as you’re eating that wrap, he’s gonna let you scroll through those Terran holovid transmissions–”

“It’s goddamn Tiktok, Rocket.”

“–for exactly five minutes. No more an’ no less. And then you’re gonna come back in here and drink the rest of your water and I’ll leave you alone.” His grin widens. “At least for the next ninety minutes.”

You stare at him witheringly. “I hate you.”

“You keep saying that, cupcake, but I don’t think it’s true.”

You sigh, and feel your shoulders drop in defeat, and you head toward the open tambour door that leads into the streets. It’ll be nice, you grudgingly suppose: to breathe some fresh air and get some of the artificial Knowhere sunlight on your skin. To stretch your legs out and grab a snack and see some people, even if just in passing.

And it’s good that Kraglin’s gonna be in charge of the datapad because he’s such a fucking simp for his captain that he’s not gonna let you go over the five minutes Rocket has rationed for you on Tiktok.

“Kid.”

You pause in your steps and glance back over your shoulder at Rocket. His smirk is just a little softer, and you abruptly remember that this jackass actually cares about you – like, really cares about you. He just tries to hide it under layers of being fucking annoying.

“You’re gonna win your finals.”

You blink, and a laugh startles its way out of your chest, softly puffing out of your mouth. “That’s not–” you start to say, and then you laugh again and shrug. “Sure will,” you tell him affectionately. “For you, Captain. Thanks.”

please remember to take 15-20 minute breaks every 50-90 minutes! (set alarms on your phone to help.) use that time to open your window or go for a walk (even if it's cold). take some deep breaths. stretch. drink water. unclench your jaw. talk to someone who won't let you stay distracted for too long. and grab something to eat (even if it's just a granola bar). brains don't retain jackshit without sleep, nutrients, and moments of rest.

you got this. you're gonna win your finals.

check the ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist for more self-care reminders, including eat somethin, drink some goddamn water, and go to frickin bed already (yeah that means you).

[bubblesandgutz]

Every Record I Own - Day 824: Shellac At Action Park

I'm still wrapping my head around the news that Steve Albini is no longer with us.

I first heard Big Black on a mixtape my friend made me back in 1992. The song was "Jordan Minnesota." It was mean and ferocious and sounded like nothing else I'd heard before. I went out and bought the Hammer Party CD that compiled their earliest EPs soon after. It was a tough listen, but as was so often the case in those pre-internet / teenage years of the early '90s, if you plunked down your allowance money on a CD of "difficult" music, you didn't give up on it after a cursory listen. I stuck with it until those "difficult" songs eventually became anthems of teenage alienation.

There was another interesting angle to the Hammer Party CD: there were extensive liner notes that outlined the band's operating strategy. They were a DIY band uninterested in the music business. They were principled. They were nerdy, unassuming looking people. But the music they made was scarier than any metal band.

Big Black songs were almost always written from the villain's perspective. They were unvarnished narratives about unsavory characters. "Jordan Minnesota" was about a child molester. "Seth" is about a racist. "Columbian Necktie" is about a drug cartel hitman.

Terms like "incel" and "edgelord" didn't exist back then. But there was definitely a streak of impotent male rage and deliberate controversy in Big Black's music. In recent years, Steve Albini made a point of acknowledging those attributes in his music and apologizing for his role in elevating a culture of targeted mean-spiritedness. I think it was a noble gesture on his part, though I thought it was always fairly obvious that Big Black wasn't glorifying the behavior of the characters in their songs. It was about making art that acknowledged the awful side of humanity. Rather than sweeping the ugliness under the rug, Big Black dragged the creeps into the spotlight and shouted "look at these fucking assholes."

If Big Black defined high school, Shellac helped define my college years. The lyrical subject matter was less antagonistic, but the music seemed colder. It was sparse. Austere. Deliberately scaled back to the point of seeming mechanical. The bombast of Big Black was replaced by the tension of Shellac. At this point, you knew what Albini was capable of, but now he was the poker player who was keeping a straight face and playing his cards cautiously.

By the time At Action Park came out, Albini was a person of note outside of his bands. I remember reading his article in Maximum Rock N Roll on major labels and how the promise of riches really just meant other people in the music industry taking a slice of the artist's budget and eliminating any chance of future royalties. His engineering credentials were already legendary, and his recording philosophy played a major role in shaping my own attitude towards making records.

Russian Circles have recorded at Albini's studio half a dozen times at this point. And while we've never worked with Albini at the board, he was often lingering around the building, working on sessions in the other studio or puttering around working on things. He was exactly like you'd expect him to be. Smart. Opinionated. Quick with a sharp reply.

He was by no means infallible. His assessment of Liz Phair's Exile in Guyville back in 1993 was pretty gross. He's made a point of vocalizing his regret over naming a band Rapeman. But considering that he's been a firebrand for over 40 years, I'd say Albini did a fairly good job of ruffling feathers while sticking up for the downtrodden. He was a man of artistic ideals and principles who managed to stick to his guns while shaping the industry around him. He was an artist who was able to develop and evolve his sound over the course of several decades while also retaining the initial vision and spark in his work. He was impervious to fads yet somehow always relevant.

RIP Steve. You were one of a kind.

[napunk-history]

Jello Biafra (Dead Kennedys)

Maximum Rock 'n' Roll (1987)

[emo-hermit]

Emo RD Rambles 3: Patient Playlist

Welcome back to Emo Cannot Write For Shit So You All Get His Rambles. With an additional thing at the end winkwink. This is really really long so let's get cracking.

Today's concept: Ian and Ada approach the idea of creating a Patient Radio - a playlist made of the long term patient's favourites songs to 'maximise comfort'.

As a beta for the Radio, they leave a sheet of paper in the connecting hallway for patients to list suggestions of their preferred music, around three or four songs maximum. Some already have ideas in mind, while others struggle.

This is just a silly idea I had when wondering what type of music the main RD cast listens to; excluding the songs they're actually involved in. This also created some funny writing prompts that I may use for a small comedic anthology. For example:

Hailey is the first person to write anything down: and she's pretty basic (sorry). Her style is very mainstream, involving those pop songs you'd hear on the radio. From there, a few folks follow, with varying genres and tastes. The next day, however, more folks have added some ideas, including Logan. You can tell Logan has visited - because there is now a messy heart drawn next to Hailey's suggestions.

Also, Logan suggests similar stuff to Hailey, with the addition of maybe an anime opening or two.

Cole... suggests his own music. For the sake of both his ego, and the declining state of the patients, he's given a stern 'no'. Of course, it's Cole, so he angrily scribbles out his suggestions and leaves the paper be. He's surprised when 'Unreachable' comes on via the Patient Radio - and, sure enough, someone's written it down past his scribbling. More specifically, Samurai. He even signed it! (By that, I mean the writing is just "Unreachable- Cole Brew (SAMURAI)". All of Samurai's suggestions are signed this way.)

Insomniac writes down only one suggestion: a traditional Japanese folk song (or 'hōgaku'). This would be fine - if he wrote the song's title in Romaji. Instead, the song is written in pure, specific kanji characters.

Ada returns to Ian come the night with a new version of the paper: "Hey, so, uh- I got the paper back today and there's some new stuff from the swordsmen. Any idea what this is?" Ian turns, "Hah?" before seeing the kanji. There's a slight pause before he just casually goes, "Oh! This is (insert Japanese title here)! That's easy, I'll type it up." Ada learns that Ian learnt how to read kanji entirely just for the songs he listens to that are in Japanese.

Oh yeah: the moment this song plays on the radio, the Insomniac falls asleep. Hell, he sleeps like a baby. Unfortunately, they can't play it on loop, but now they know he appreciates a lil' lullaby.

Speaking of Ian and Ada, they decide to add some of their own songs to the mix (Ian mostly - he felt it was a little unfair that the patients get to listen to banger tunes). Ian adds quite a variety, but we cannot ignore the fact he adds maybe one or two vocaloid songs.

Ada, unfortunately, is a little embarrassed of her status as a former theatre kid, still musical lover. She, instead, uses a few common songs from the radio to add to the list. Ian convinces her, after a little while, to add a really popular song from her favourite musical. I do not know what musical this is.

There's a surprising amount of patients that add jazz to the radio, or at least music from the 1950 to 1980's era. For one, the Stevensons' accidentally add the same song to the list twice, given Mr. Stevenson can't read his wife's handwriting that well anymore (I'll elaborate on why later). This also just so happens to be a song that played in their wedding. They have a ball dancing to it.

Additionally, the Miner also includes a bit of Rock 'n' Roll or otherwise jazz into his suggestions. They're very old for the 30-something nut, but it adds up. He also, thanks to Cole, includes a little chiptune.

Hugh somehow adds the tutorial theme. You know, the tutorial song from Rhythm Doctor. Nobody recognises the title, or the artist, but everyone in the ward has a mutual moment of "I swear I've heard this before". Hugh doesn't comment.

There's a slight cultural shift once Insomniac includes his traditional tune. It's not the only Non-English hit, and Ian/Logan do add a couple of Japanese songs to the pile.

In Nicole's case, she ends up not sure what to suggest, but still wanting to take part. So, she ends up adding a Chinese pop song, quote: "I don't know any Chinese myself, but my mom would put this on a lot, and I didn't have anything else that'd be good for a hospital radio."

Lucky adds two jazz, and a rock song to the radio. The biggest issue is that he originally aimed to add a Spanish song from his childhood, but got caught in his own head, scribbling it out halfway. The good thing? Miner is able to read bits and pieces, writing what he could make out - angering Lucky into writing the full title. He jumps when it plays on the radio days later.

I believe that's everything I had listed. Thanks to RDL for allowing me to compile all of my thoughts before adding them here, as these are now far more conjoined.

Oh, right! The bonus thing! Considering the song suggestions were taken on a piece of lined paper, I thought it would be fun to visualise what I believe the main casts' handwriting would look like:

If you have any thoughts/additions you want to make, you have full reign to send me asks/reblog this with whatever you like. Have a good one, lads - EMO

[boroughshq]

EVENT 003: AURA MUSIC FESTIVAL 2024.

Aura Music Festival is back and better than ever! Starting off as a one-day music festival back in 2013 to celebrate the end of summer, it has since grown into a two-day, and now finally three-day music festival! Now boosting 90k fans over a three-day weekend, Aura Music Festival has always strived to host an open and inclusive environment for festival-goers and performers alike. Aura Fest is also highly known for prioritizing deals with local New York businesses over big name corporations. This year, long-time sponsor Glow Nightclub has been honored with the secondary stage name for their decade-long commitment to the growth of Aura Fest. Doors open at 11am and closes at 11pm. Aura Fest recommends guests to use public transportation to get to the festival, and to remember to follow the clear bag policy for quick and easy entry!

LINEUP SCHEDULE: FRIDAY. SATURDAY. SUNDAY.

27 LOCAL VENDORS (festival map)

Flash Tattoos with Electric Ink - Get flash tattoos specifically designed for this year’s lineup at Aura Fest!

Rave Sprouts with Dahlia & Daffodils - Forget to bring your sprouts? no worries! Come to Dahlia & Daffodils booth to make your own clipped sprouts to share!

Luxury Nails - for all your nail care needs!

Hammock Station - The trees in the are have been utilized to provide an array of hammocks for guests to relax in sweet bliss - at least until their 15min limit is up.

Rock Star Crystals - Palm readings and crystal jewelry at the ready!

Blue Note's Rest Zone - Relax with AC, mood lighting, and jazz at the Blue Note’s designated rest space.

Pegasus' Rest Zone - Even though everyone’s recharging, the energy never fades at Pegasus’ rest space!

Riot House's Rest Zone - The Riot House’s rest space provides a cool, rock-n-roll safe haven in the middle of the primarily-pop festival.

Glow's Rest Zone - The biggest rest space brought to Aura by Glow, providing ample seating and good vibes!

Vault's Rest Zone - Vault’s rest space is as elite as it’s bar, providing expensive drinks and a coveted indoor restroom.

WFUS 94.8 - When the radio hosts aren't privately interviewing artists backstage, they’re publicly interviewing and engaging festival-goers with fun festival-themed contests at their tent!

Giant Parachute with Gilded Gallery - Nothing beats the nostalgic, colorful, and cooperative vibes of playing with a giant rainbow parachute- and Gilded's provided two for maximum enjoyment!

Balloon Darts with Grooves - 3 chances to pop a balloon; if you manage to pop one with a vinyl piece inside, you’ll win one free record of your choosing from the collection provided by Grooves at their tent!

The Underground - In preparation for the event, up and coming artists made beautiful art pieces inspired by the festival - be it the vibes of the festival, or an artist on the lineup. Both the original and (much cheaper) prints of the artwork are available for purchase all weekend at the Underground’s tent!

Freshly Churned’s Sweets Tour - Come try a menu of ice cream flavors specifically inspired by the festival!

Puzzles Lawn Games - Everything is giant at Puzzles’ large station - from jenga to bowling to hamster races!

Sunscreen Station Sponsored by Triple D’s - Stay mindful of the sun, divas! Stop by for free sunscreen, sponsored by Diva Diner & Drag Show!

Songbirds & Sangria - That famous house sangria makes its Aura debut at the Songbirds tent, and don’t worry, they didn’t forget to bring a karaoke machine!

Sign Station with Sappho’s - Stop by Sappho’s tent to create signs to support your favorite artist!

Becky's Martini Bar - Providing the best martini’s in all of Aura, hands down.

Cowbells - Millie couldn’t make it, but Cowbells has plenty of tequila to help you forget that tragic detail.

Bit Bar’s Video Games - Play family-friendly competitive video games with strangers or friends at Bit Bar’s tent!

Face Painting with Glazed Finish - For all your face painting needs!

Corner Pub’s Trivial Pursuit - Trivia games galore all centered on different musical artists from this year’s lineup!

Photo Booths - Gather some friends and have some fun with any of the props available in front of a standard photobooth area! With an immediate sovereign printed afterwards, and the option to have the copies digitally sent to you, guests are sure to have some good ol’ classic fun with this one.

Video Booth - Go solo or partner up and step into Aura’s high tech video booth. Accompanied by dramatic lighting and with a variety of electronic music at your disposal, embrace your inner diva or showcase your dance moves in a video made perfect for Instagram!

Earplug Station - Free, cheap earplugs available to help guests protect their hearing!

OOC DETAILS BELOW!

OOC DETAILS.

IC Timeline: Canonically, the music festival occurs over the weekend, from August 30th — September 6th. OOC Timeline: Members will have between August 30th through September 6th to post their initial starters for the festival. After 9/6, no new starters are permitted, but members are free to continue their ongoing event threads until their natural conclusion. An announcement will be made on both days when the event has started and ended. Festival Inspo: Aura Fest takes direct inspiration from two other NYC music festivals, Governors Ball Music Festival & All Things Go Music Festival. Specifically, the location and layout of Governor’s Ball (minus one stage) and the inclusion and sound of All Things Go. As for size, Aura Fest lies in the middle of the two, bigger than All Things Go (13k daily cap), but smaller than Gov Ball (50k daily cap), with a daily cap of 30k attendees to max out at 90k over the weekend. Involvement: Aura Fest is known for sponsoring partnerships with local vendors, many of which have been included in the vendor list above. Characters are welcome to both be guests of the event or employees manning a tent, aiding a musician, volunteering as security or cleanup crew, or anything in between! Food: Small note, but for ease, listing out all the food options available was omitted. Members are free to use their imagination when it comes to what food is available at all the food symbol locations on the map. Threads: Members are highly encouraged to engage in any music festival related threads during this time, and are free to continue non-event threads as well! Just please be sure to tag all event threads as bhqevent003 for differentiation purposes.

If you have any other questions about the event, please do not hesitate to reach out to the main!

[dustedmagazine]

Negative Gears—Moraliser (Total Punk)

Negative gearing is a term for an investment where the cost of ownership is more than the rate of return—as might be the case, for instance, if you bought an apartment building that required more money to maintain than it generated in rent. It is, perhaps, the most pointless of capitalist activities, one in which, for all the effort involved, the investor digs him or herself into an ever deeper hole, and it can serve as a metaphor for all kinds of economic struggle. Slightly modified, it is also the name of a kick-ass garage punk band from Australia, whose dire but tuneful racket recalls the epic dystopias of the Wipers and the new wave glamor of Echo & the Bunnymen.

This is Negative Gear’s second full-length, though it’s been half a decade since the self-titled debut (which Maximum Rock ‘N Roll described approvingly as “Six demented screeds bifurcated by one ’80s synth interlude”). That’s a rough five years, including COVID, lock-down, raging forest fires, growing income inequality and an increasing sense of climate doom, and Moraliser reflects the trauma. “I…..hate myself….hate myself,” howls the singer in claustrophobic “Room,” a room which nightmarishly contains only a mirror.

The album really gets going in its mid-section where muscular riffs power through a cavernous, echoing ruin. “Ants” imagines a striver taking in the panoramic views from his apartment, congratulating himself on his success (“I guess some people just can’t handle the unbearable pressure of an upper middle lifestyle”). By the song’s end, though, he’s jumped to his death (“Sixteen stories to paradise”). The narrative is grim, but the music is stirring, anthemic, eruptive, a swell of synth bursting from clanking, chugging post-punk riffs. You can make connections to brute force Aussie punk bands like Eddy Current and Total Control, but there’s a dark romanticism in there that reminds me of Echo & the Bunnymen, too.

“Lifestyle” is the album’s churning vortex, its main riff circling downward like a whitewater eddy. “Always, always, always,” chants the singer in broad, flat Australian vowels, and you can hear him and the whole band scrabbling at the edges of modern life, trying not to go down. “Pills,” which follows, is boxier and more propulsive, chugging maniacally forward on a pick-clanking bassline.

Moraliser is all sinew and effort, bulling forward with doomed energy even as the walls close in. It’s the sound of trying so hard in a system that’s rigged against you, of not going under without a ferocious struggle, the sound, maybe, of negative gears gnashing on their way to the abyss.

Jennifer Kelly

[thedurvin]

I've only ever heard one person say the phrase "eat my shorts" and not mean it as a Simpsons reference, and it just happens to be in "Maximum Overdrive", the movie written and directed by Steven King in 1986 when he was on a lot of cocaine, which features Yeardley Smith (the voice of Lisa). I think King might have made it up in the same creative throes as when he wrote the line "you wanna rock 'n' roll with me, pusbag?!" and they used it on the show as a joke

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Got a couple more of questions for today :D

1: when’s their birthdays?

2: what’s their favorite music genre/bands

3: in a fight using full power, no holding back who will win between the two of them?

4: not really a question, but it would be cool to see a “super Saiyan” transformation for the both of them:

Jake: could have spiky hair and starbolts that changes colors based on power levels; green -> red/orange -> purple.

Chris: I say a darker super saiyan blue hair color.

Btw thanks for answering my questions, love the starburst duo will keep on asking questions :D

1) Jake was born on December 21st, the first day of winter (somewhat a reverse of how Dick was born on the first day of Spring) while for Chris, after some years and looking through the calendars and records from the Fortress of Solitude’s databanks, Clark and Lois deduce his birth date being around June 14th. It’s the best guess they got for that one lol

2) They’re both Rock n Roll fans beyond any shred of doubt. Where they differ is their style and decade of rock. Jake leans much more heavily with the Power Ballad/Hair Metal types of the 80s including the likes of Def Leppard, Poison and Guns N Roses while Chris sticks with primarily the 60s and 70s hard rock scene which can include The Who, Deep Purple and of course Led Zeppelin. That being said, they’re both Beatles fans above all else

3) it’s a very thin margin but Chris ultimately comes out on top of an all out brawl between the two. It would be a literally mountain shattering and ice glacier destroying affair

4) Jake’s form as described here is what he can dub the “Ultra Tamaranean”. While regular starbolts are fuels by righteous fury, starbolts in this form are fields instead by pure rage.

As for Chris, when summoning the Nightwing entity at its maximum potential, it’s both dark blue hair as described, a black yet also blue aura that surrounds him and his eyes glowing in bright blue as well.

Needless to say, at their maximum potential, these two are the stuff of legends

No problem, I love talking about my dream team my friend. If anything thank you @gothicghost2000

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"WE ARE MOTÖRHEAD..." -- "BOMBER" ERA.

PIC(S) INFO. Spotlight on 2/3 of the Motörmasters -- Lemmy Kilmister (bassist/vocalist/founder) & "Philthy Animal" Taylor (drummer) of English maximum rock 'n' roll band, MOTÖRHEAD, photographed during the band's "Bomber" UK tour, c. 1980. 📸: John Taylor.

Also, fans of Motörmusic on Compact Disc may recognize both of these shots as being included in the liner notes and/or CD booklet to the band's "Overkill" album.

Sources: www.pinterest.com/pin/691021136563148849 & X (formerly Twitter).

[mywifeleftme]

219: Eddie and the Hot Rods // Teenage Depression

Teenage Depression Eddie and the Hot Rods 1976, Island

Eddie and the Hot Rods were pub rock legends, which is one of those particularly subby subgenres you need to be fairly deep into your second divorce proceedings (thanks for nothing Debra) to understand as distinct from punk rock or power pop. You do know it when you hear it though—more soul and maximum R&B than punk’s bleached ferocity, a certain sing-songy bop. The Hot Rods had as frenzied a staccato attack as any in the UK’s first generation of punk, were considerably more competent musicians, and beat most of them to market by six months to a year. They also had a lot less to say artistically, but the Rods still made a formidable mini-boss for any fledgling punk band who shared a bill with them.

Their debut Teenage Depression absolutely goes—half of the songs are originals recorded in a studio, the other half ferocious live covers, and all of it sounds like a party thanks to their relentless “Train Kept A-Rollin’” chug. Of the originals, “Double Checkin’ Woman” has the best riff and is therefore the best song, but the snappy “Been So Long” and “Why Can’t It Be?” (in certain moments a dead ringer for Stiff Little Fingers’ “Alternative Ulster”) aren’t to be slept on. As to the covers, they’re all pilled to the gills, though the specific songs vary a bit between the UK and American issues, as was (annoyingly) common at the time. Alongside the expected ‘60s rock chestnuts (e.g. The Who’s “The Kids Are Alright”), the UK version showed greater range with its takes on Sam Cooke’s “Shake” and Joe Tex’s “Show Me”; the North American edition swaps these soul tunes out for more white R&B, including Bob Seger’s recent “Get Out of Denver.” (Wild that at a time when Seger couldn’t buy a hit outside the Midwest his numbers kept cropping up in UK bands’ live sets.) The most impressive testament to the Rods’ power as a live force might be that they manage to get more than an eyeroll out of their medley of Them’s “Gloria” and the Stones’ “Satisfaction.” It’s an object lesson in the power of teeth-kicking rock ‘n’ roll that even those played-out jams can sound new again given sufficient wallop.

Folks who are into this kind of music tend to already know Eddie and the Hot Rods, but if you’re a Reigning Sound / Dr. Feelgood / Oi! etc. type and you haven’t had a session with Teenage Depression, best get to it.

219/365

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"Ahhh... Ahhh... Fuck.... Yeah... Like that... Hard babe... " She was continuously moaning while pulling him closer. He sucked her nipples hard while thrusting deep in her making her feel the heaven.

"ohh yoongi... Yeah... That's the spot... Don't... Don't stop..."

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" Sana... Sana... SANA..."

She flinched and opened her eyes... She was sweating badly n it took a moment to realise that she was having a dream... A Wet dream for HIM.

" Are you okay? " He was concerned seeing her like that.

She wiped her sweat and said with dry throat "yeah... It was just dream"

"nightmare?" He questioned

She looked at him n again that dream flashed in her eyes. Him hovering over her thrusting deep... She jerked her thoughts and said " yeah... Kinda... No need to worry yoongi... I'm okay"

She hurriedly got up from bed and went to washroom.

Sana and yoongi are flatmates. They are friends but not so close. Their work timings are different so they see each other rarely. But one day, sana saw him doing workout. She started drooling over him since then and sometimes she get wild thoughts. But she suppresses them and uses vibrator when becomes super needy. Eventually she fell in love with him.

On the other hand, yoongi was into her since they came to flat. He liked her personality and attitude to life. She was carefree yet responsible, always a shoulder to lean on. It was not true that he was not attracted to her physically. He wanted to destroy her and fuck her badly but was controlling himself.

" the breakfast is ready and i am leaving... Bye" he yelled a bit so she can hear from in the washroom.

"Bye" she said and he went to work.

A couple of minutes later, she came out. She was breathing heavily and sat on bed calming her.

"what the hell... I started dreaming all these now..."

She facepalmed herself and relaxed. After that she went or have breakfast. It was her day off so she decided to watch Netflix.

But it was a bad idea, the movie she was watching was having intense romantic scene that reminded her of yoongi and the morning dream. She couldn't control herself and started touching her. She went to her room and came back to living area holding that vibrator. She switched off the tv and removed her clothes.

Lying comfortably on the couch, she turned on the vibrator to maximum vibration and placed it near her clit. A moan left her mouth feeling the sensation. Simultaneously, she started pressing her breasts. She was moaning in pleasure while saying yoongi's name.

Meanwhile, because of minor fire accident in the company, yoongi had to return back to apartment. He thought that sana would have been asleep as it is her day off, that's why he silently opened the door. But the scene infront of him made his jaw drop.

He saw her lying naked on couch, her legs spread, vibrator on her clit, her hand on her breasts and she was moaning his name. That sight was such a turn on for him. Without her notice, he removed his clothes quietly and sat on th sofa infront of her while his member was standing rock hard.

She was so much lost in pleasure that she didn't realise yoongi in front of her enjoying the show. When she was about to come, she suddenly felt the vibrator being jerked off.

She immediately opened her eyes and the scene shocked her. Yoongi sitting in between her legs, naked.

"yoongi... I... Ahhhh" she gasped and arched back in pleasure when she felt his two fingers inside.

"you don't need a vibrator babe when I'm there to make you cum..." He said in a raspy voice and started finger fucking her.

"ahhh... Yoongi... I'm so close..."

"i know babe..." Saying that he started sucking her breasts and rolled his thumb on her clit.

"ahh yoongi... Don't fucking stop..." He increased the pace and she immediately came.

Panting heavily, she looked at him and said "jerk... don't you have shame..."

He pecked her and said " look who's talking... You were literally masturbating taking my name miss..."

She blushed and hugged him saying " your fingers are so much better than that vibrator"

"My member is the best... Wanna try"

She broke the hug and said "do we have protection..."

He grabbed her ass tightly and she moaned.

"i want to feel you babe.. *spank* don't you dare say about protection... I'll get you the tablets..."

She giggled and said "can i feel it..."

He understood and said "all yours"

He said while his member erecting straight, too already having a precum.

"wow... It's bigger than i thought..."

He grabbed her hairs and said " naughty girl... Having thoughts about my member ha..."

She licked its head and said "not only thoughts *lick* wild thoughts"

He moaned feeling the sensation. And she started licking it like a lollipop. While giving him blowjob, she was purposefully making her breasts touch his balls, giving him double pleasure.

" i never knew you were this horny babe..." He commented

She continued sucking him saying " you make me needy yoongi...."

She slid her tongue up and down on his dick and he said "ride me"

"but i wanna give you more blowjob"

He immediately grabbed her and made her sit on his lap.

"why..." She whined...

He laughed and said "because it's my first time... And i know it's yours also... I want to give us maximum pleasure... So... Don't make me cum by the blowjob"

She came close to him and said "kiss me"

"Gladly" he smashed his lips on her and they stated moving their lips in sync. His hands were continuously pressing her breasts making her wet again.

"will it be fine in couch?" He asked.

"yeah... It will be..." She smiled and started sitting on him...but she shrieked when it went a bit inside.

He laughed and said " that's y i said babe... Let's go to room?"

She said panting "yeah"

They went to his room and he sat on the edge. Making her sit in his lap, he slowly started entering her.

"ahhh... Fuck yoongi... It's so big..."

He kissed her neck and said "I'll fit perfectly babe"

After a while, only moaning n skin slapping sounds can be heard....

"ahh...fuck yoongi... You're so good... Yeah that's the spot babe... Don't stop .."

He laughed a bit but continued fucking her hard. After reaching climax, they were lying next to each other.

He kissed her hand and said " i love you..."

She smiled and said " i love you too"

Suddenly it hit her, "why you were laughing while doing it"

He giggled and said "you were so loud in your dream in the morning..."

Her eyes opened wide and she said "WHA..."

Before she could complete her sentence, he kissed her lovingly.

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