#Ork Records

[gotankgo]

Television “Little Johnny Jewel”

• Ork Records: New York, New York compilation

[viddybiblio]

Richard Hell - Another World B/W Blank Generation/You Gotta Lose

[bandcampsnoop]

8/22/23.

The Lou's (France) were part of the amazing punk scene of the late 1970s. The website for 45vinylvidivici has newspaper clippings showing The Lou's opening for The Clash, The Damned and Richard Hell.

When I listen to the first song "Back in the Street" I hear definite late 70s punk, but I also hear the melodies of The Velvet Underground or even early Feelies. This would have been right at home on Ork Records.

The Lou's were an all-woman band thus garnering comparisons to The Runaways. This is being reissued by Cameleon Records (France). They've also reissued a 7" from The Lou's.

[joanofarc]

carol mountain, modest blaise (2001).

carol mountain, i'll get over you someday

[33frames]

Artist : Orkes Kelana Ria

Track : Semoga

Album : Padang Moonrise: The Birth of the Modern Indonesian Recording Industry (1955-69)

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Do you think geese are still a thing in 40k?

The geese have taken over their own planet in the Ghoul Stars. It’s the only planet in recorded galactic history to be so utterly hostile to outsiders that the Tyranids refuse to go near it and the Orks consider the fightin’ to be ��a bit much”. Khorne has declared the planet, known as Tallgeese III, to be under his protection after Karanak spent a full month being chased around by swarms of geese until he expired. Destroyer cults strive to emulate the level of antipathy the geese display, and chaos sorcerers cannot scry Tallgeese III, lest they be riven with cluster migraines.

[calchexxis]

40k Femslash Appreciation Post

There isn't nearly enough good wlw in Warhammer 40k, and don't get me wrong, I understand why. Considering the majority of the narratives consist of manly men doing manly things while wearing a buick on their torso and a refrigerator on each arm, there's going to be an obvious skew, and that's okay!

But today, I want to highlight some of the ladies of the 40k universe, as well as the other ladies that those ladies like to kiss. For the record, all of these will be on Archive of Our Own.

In my own corner, I've contributed:

Ennui: A longform about a Dark Eldar Wych and a Sororitas who find unlikely love on a world plagued by Orks, and in the process, discover a much darker plot that will threaten the fabric of the galaxy.

From Afar: Local Eldar Pathfinder pines after a pretty PDF guardswoman from the distance in the months while the Great Devourer approaches.

Saintsbride: A series rather than a single fic, that creatively reinterprets Saint Celestine and Inquisitor Greyfax's relationship in the audio drama Our Martyred Lady as being very gay.

His Fury, Our Hearts: Three Sisters Militant of the Adeptus Sororitas Heavy Armor division do battle against cult elements of the Alpha Legion while defending an irradiated hellhole, and also they kiss each other.

More excellent femslash can be found in the hands of user OnTheHuh.

The Iron Tower: An unflinching look at the darker side of the 40k universe on the smaller scale through the eyes of the 'bedmate' of the Planetary Governor of a Feudal world. Absolutely mind the tags, but you're in the mood for some angst and Regency-era style lesbian pining, this is your jam.

Sister Militant: Some of the best Adeptus Sororitas work out there, follows the trials and tribulations of a haunted Sister Militant as she struggles with her worth, her faith, and the demons in her mind. Very much mind the tags, again, but also again, Lesbian Angst and Pining. Also some really top notch action.

Finally, some more excellence from user AncillaThings!

Nemain's Bellum: A story that follows the ascension of a Sister Novitiate by her mentor, Palatine Caddel, through her first war and onward, when I said 'Sister Militant' is some of the best, this would be the rest of the best. Great sci-fi action and more girls kissing. Also trauma, but that's what we're here for, right?

Pigeons and Eagles: For fans of the truly excellent Rogue Trader game by OwlCat studios, and who maybe wants to see Sister Argenta being cute and gay with the God-Emperor's weirdest perfect princess, Cassia Orsellio, this one is for you.

[voices-of-favor]

Super rushed pic of this new marine

First of the Maledictii, frontline specialists of the Voices of Favor

A relatively recent greenskin invasion into the Malto sector showed that the standard chapter tactic of digging in and shooting at things until they die isn't perfect

Mixedteams of mortals and marines would get surrounded and overwhelmed by hordes of pesky orks, who made up for their lack of speed and strength (compared to the Astartes) with a sea of choppas, which made short work of many defenders, dozens of Voices included

The Maledictii are an experimental attempt at keeping charging hordes at bay, and judging by their current track record, these rag-tag teams might eventually become a staple of every VoF expedition against the mutant, alien and the heretic

[drunkenskunk]

So, I'm laying in bed, waiting for the painkillers to kick in, with an ice pack strapped to my knee, and I'm letting my mind wander. And I'm thinking about Warhammer 40k, because of course I am, this is what I do when I'm bored and in pain.

While laying here, I got to thinking: when were the first "official" conflicts between humanity and the all the other Xenos factions? So I'm just delirious enough to be like "let's figure this shit out."

And I'm already needing to start off with a mulligan, because the Orks, the Eldar, and the daemons of Chaos have always been ubiquitous in the Warhammer galaxy ever since humanity first walked upright, so trying to pin down "first contact conflict" is a mugs game. It would all be pre-Dark Age of Technology. Who the fuck knows for sure.

So who else is there: in terms of "major" Xenos factions (that is: armies with a codex), we got the Tyranids, the Tau, the Necrons, and the Leagues of Votann. Which is less than I hoped, but about what I expected for James "SPESS MEHREEN" Workshep.

So: the Tyranids. The First Tyrannic War was in 745.M41. However: if we really want to be specific and pedantic (and I do), then the first time the Imperium ran into the Tyranids was "sometime" around 500.M41 when genestealers were first encountered on the moons of Ymgarl. Then again, I'm not actually sure we should count that, considering that the Imperium wouldn't even make that connection themselves until much later.

Next: the Tau. Technically first "contact" was in 789.M35, when an AdMech explorator ship, Land's Vision, found the planet that would eventually be named Tau, and recorded a primitive species that had mastered simple tools and fire. But because that planet became inaccessible due to a warp storm, and the records got lost in the chaos of the Age of Apostasy, we (again) probably shouldn't count that. First real conflict was the Damocles Crusade, between 742.M41 and 745.M41... and it only ended because the Tyranids showed up.

Moving on: the Necrons. Technically, they've been "around" even longer than the Eldar. But they've mostly all been fucking asleep in their tomb worlds, except for a select few who woke up early (looking at you Trazyn). So, really, if we're ignoring shit like Szarekh the Silent King returning from his self imposed exile in response to the Tyranids showing up (are we noticing a pattern here?), first "official" conflict with the Imperium was the Sanctuary 101 massacre in 897.M41.

And finally: the Leagues of Votann. And, again: they've been "around" for who knows how long. It's heavily implied that their generation ships left Earth for the galactic core before even the Dark Age of Technology. But they mostly kept to themselves and didn't venture outside the holds in the galactic core until Cadia exploded and the Cicatrix Maledictum cut the galaxy in half, forcing them to leave. Finally, an "alien" faction being introduced to the setting that has nothing to do with the fucking Tyranids.

And, y'know... looking at all that? That really does kinda put in perspective why everything seems to have gone to shit in 40k, doesn't it?

Between the end of the Horus Heresy in 014.M31 and the start of the Damocles Crusade in 742.M41, the only things the Imperium of Man had to really worry about were Orks, Eldar, daemons, and renegades/traitors. Like, none of that is great (and a lot of it is self inflicted), but that kind of setup seems manageable. The Eldar never show up in huge numbers, and daemons require incredibly specific circumstances to even manifest outside The Warp. Hell, even the Orks for most of that time are basically just a nuisance, since a warboss on the scale of Urlakk Urg wouldn't be seen till Ghazgkull. Really, the most dangerous thing the Imperium had to worry about during that stretch of time was regular humans rebelling (rightfully so) in the face of the Imperium being a nightmarishly oppressive theocratic fascist state.

That's 10,000 years or so that you could almost call relatively stable, where the vast majority of issues were problems that it inflicted on itself. Business as usual.

AND THEN

In the span of just over 250 years, there's several wars with the Tau, the Tyranids show up over and over again, the Necrons start waking up, and... then the Leagues of Votann are also here now lol

Something, something, decades where nothing happens, and weeks where decades happen, etc.

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Television - Summer 1975 Demos

One more summer re-run ...

The very first release on Ork Records was Television’s “Little Johnny Jewel” single, which arrived in September of 1975. The unreleased tracks we’ve gathered here today (which appear on the classic Double Exposure bootleg) are from those same “Johnny Jewel” sessions, recorded at a place curiously called Wartoke Concern.  

The details from the Numero Ork Records set: 

In two hours of August 19, 1975, Television cut a handful of demos on an infirm TEAC 4-track owned by Jay Dee Daugherty, drummer for Patti Smith’s group. “The entrance was behind the ticket window in an older movie theater, up five flights,” Verlaine wrote of Wartoke Concern’s 46th & Broadway office. “Just a few mikes and checkin’ to see that the machine worked, which it didn’t. It was supposed to be in stereo but it was out of sync so we had to put it in mono … I played an old maple-neck Fender Duo-Sonic which belonged to Patti Smith.” 

So, what we have here are early versions of: “Hard On Love,” “Friction,” “Careful,” “Prove It,” and “Fire Engine.” All very interesting! All very cool. And “Johnny Jewel” remains an inspired choice as a debut – other bands would’ve gone for a more accessible number, but Verlaine went for the oddest, most singular thing in his band’s repertoire. And the world was never the same!

Also interesting and cool – the Ork liners also tell us that Arista Records funded a Television demo session later in 1975 recorded by Blue Oyster Cult’s Allen Lanier! Have those tracks ever made it out into the wild? I don’t think so, but I could be wrong…

[gotankgo]

The Feelies “Fa Ce La”

• Ork Records: New York, New York compilation

[nevesmose]

A PURPLE-DRAPED MEETING ROOM SOMEWHERE ABOARD THE PRIDE OF THE EMPEROR. A BORED-LOOKING DAEMONETTE IS STANDING BEHIND A LECTERN WITH THE III LEGION SYMBOL ON IT. SHE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF A SPEECH.

D: and so while it's true that Primarch Fulgrim has taken personal control of the Medusan alloy's production, I can promise you, chitinous claw on heart, that he has taken that decision based solely on what's best for humanity with no thought at all regarding how the hot, weighty fluid might feel as it was pumped uncontrollably into his quivering, sweat-soaked body. I think we've been very open and pliant with you about that fact. Next question, please.

AN ORK IN A POORLY FITTING HAT AND OVERCOAT STANDS UP.

ORK: Krog Readzanritez, Daily Gorkanmorkian. Innit roight dat da big 'umie has once again made da choice to contrib... contry... do more of da increasing deckydence and corruption wot some 'umies say is affectin' da Fird Legion? Fank you.

D: Well first of all I want to go on the record and say that there is no evidence at all of any decrease in decadence and corruption within the Third Legion and I would argue that if you could see what was happening under this podium you would agree.

SHE WINKS AND DOES A FINGER-GUNS GESTURE.

D: Secondly I think you need to keep in mind that looking directly upwards and clenching your fists has been widely thought to...

A CHAIR SUDDENLY FLIES INTO VIEW, MISSING THE LECTERN BY SEVERAL FEET. PAN RIGHT TO REVEAL THE ONE RESPONSIBLE - A SPACE MARINE OF THE IMPERIAL FISTS.

IF: The filthy greenskin described increasing decadence, not decreasing! Even just in the course of this press conference I personally have been offered illegal narcotics rendered down from captive civilians multiple times!

D: Well, I...

IF: By you!

A CLAMOUR BREAKS OUT AMONG THE ASSEMBLED JOURNALISTS DURING WHICH A SINGLE BOOMING VOICE DECLARES "LEMONY BOY CAN'T HANDLE THE GOOD STUFF."

THE IMPERIAL FIST LOOKS OVER, FURIOUS, BUT IS KNOCKED DOWN BY THE BLURRED SHAPE OF AN IRON WARRIOR FUELLED BY BITTERNESS AND ENTITLEMENT. THEY ROLL OUT OF FRAME SLAPPING INEFFECTUALLY AT EACH OTHER. PAN BACK TO THE DAEMONETTE.

A HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS GREEN-EYED METALLIC BEING IN THE BLOODSTAINED, OBVIOUSLY STOLEN HOOD AND CLOAK OF A TECHPRIEST SPEAKS UP. DESPITE WEARING A FALSE ROGAL DORN MOUSTACHE HE IS CLEARLY TRAZYN THE INFINITE.

Trazyn: When will your fellow "humans" in the "priesthood" of "Mars" receive a sample of the alloy?

HE MAKES CONTEMPTUOUS AIR-QUOTES AS HE SPEAKS AND VISIBLY STRUGGLES TO HOLD BACK LAUGHTER. THE DAEMONETTE STARES AT HIM WITH DEEP HOSTILITY.

D: This press conference is over.

[bandcampsnoop]

11/19/23.

Wowii were a Miami, Florida based band that perfected the power pop sound of the late 1970s. This really could have sounded perfect on Ork Records. They released 3 singles, but now, thanks to Reminder Records, we get their entire recorded output.

This is power pop in the vein of Big Star or The Raspberries. More modern bands mining similar sounds are The Lemon Twigs, and Gentleman Jesse. The Bandcamp page also mentions Milk n' Cookies, The Brats, and The Marbles.

We previously posted about The Jacks - another Reminder Records release.

[shadowron]

The Ork Influencer, a Better Ork Archetype for Shadowrun (1st Edition)

This recent spate of archetypes was inspired by the art of @skullchicken, and when I saw the above images, your first thought might be “Ork Rocker”, but I opted against that because:

The Rocker is the most useless archetype of all time.

I’ve already made an Ork Rapper.

Instead, I’m stealing an idea from the excellent 2nd Edition Podcast Pink Fohawk and the NPC of Faye Feelzall, who is the Sixth World version of a Social Media Influencer. It admittedly could be better if I included some cyberware from the Street Samurai Catalog, but still sticking with core rulebook. They will be moderately cybered, focusing on cybereye/ears and filling a surveillance niche on the team. In addition, they will be the first character I’ve ever made that has followers:

“As many as five archetypes come when you call. Roll 1D6+1 to see how many are available at any time. They are willing to die for you. They have standard Archetype Ratings and Cyberware, but you supply the gear.”

Emphasis mine.

Because let’s face it – makes sense for an influencer.

Attributes:

Body: 4 Quickness: 3 Strength: 3 Rizz: 5 Intelligence: 3 Willpower: 5 Essence: 3 Reaction: 3

Skills:

Armed Combat: 2 Etiquette (Media): 6 Etiquette (Street): 6 Leadership: 6

Cyberware:

Chipjack Cyberears (with Damper, Low Frequency, High Frequency, Recorder) Cybereyes (with Camera, Flare Compensation, Low-Light, Thermographic Imaging) Datajack Datasoft Link Display Link Headware Memory (40 Mp) Retractable Hand Razors Telephone

Gear:

Armor Clothing Eurocar Westwind 2000 Fine Clothing Language Skillsofts (all Rating 3, choose 3) Tres Chic Clothing Micro-Camcorder

Contacts: (Choose 4 extra, for a total of 6)

Bartender Dwarven Technician Fixer Gang Boss Mechanic Media Producer Metahuman Rights Activist Squatter Street Doc Troll Bouncer

Followers: As many as five archetypes come when you call. Roll 1D6+1 to see how many are available at any time

[joanofarc]

can't go out, hercules (2004).

can't go out because it's raining not a cloud in the whole sky but it's raining on me

[codexmaledictus]

The Rot Tide Gambit

Ah, Typhus, Herald of Nurgle—the Betrayer of the Death Guard, bearer of the Destroyer Plague, and one of the most infamous figures in the galaxy’s long and tortured history. Yet even a being as monumental as Typhus possesses tales that have slipped through the cracks of recorded lore, whispered only in the darkest circles of Chaos.

One such story concerns The Rot-Tide Gambit, a lesser-known episode early in Typhus's service to Nurgle, before he became the towering figure of despair he is today. The tale speaks of a bizarre and ill-fated alliance between Typhus and an Ork Warlord known as Gorrak Pustuleskull, a beastly greenskin infamous for his grotesque physical deformities, which Typhus saw as the perfect vessel for spreading Nurgle's blessings.

The Plan:

During a campaign on the pestilent world of Glotthus IV, Typhus sought to weaponize the feral Orks that roamed the planet. Glotthus IV was a quarantined Imperial agri-world, already suffering from widespread blight and disease. Typhus, seeing the potential for corruption, approached Gorrak and promised him the strength of the Plague God—a boon the Ork mistook for "morky trickiness" (Orks rarely understand subtleties of Chaos). Typhus's plan was to infect the Orks with a refined strain of the Destroyer Plague, making them unwitting plague-carriers that would overwhelm the beleaguered Imperial defenders.

The Alliance:

Gorrak accepted Typhus's gifts eagerly, his Warband swelling in size and power as the plague took hold. The greenskins thrived amidst the pestilence, their crude physiology allowing them to spread Nurgle’s blessings without succumbing fully to its decay. Typhus watched with satisfaction as this living plague tore through Imperial forces like a virulent storm, overwhelming their defenses with sheer ferocity and infectious chaos.

But Orks are Orks—unpredictable, self-serving, and utterly alien to the plans of gods and men alike. The more the plague spread, the more the Orks began to worship their infected forms, viewing their rotting flesh and swollen pustules as divine gifts from their own gods, Gork and Mork. Gorrak declared himself "Da Prophet of Da Plague Waaagh!" and began gathering other Ork tribes to his banner, threatening to turn Glotthus IV into an uncontrollable Ork empire of filth.

The Betrayal:

Realizing he had created a monster too unstable to control, Typhus intervened. He unleashed his Terminus Est upon Gorrak’s horde, raining diseased bombardments that annihilated entire mobs in festering clouds of filth. Gorrak, however, proved surprisingly resilient, wielding an enormous, plague-encrusted klaw and bellowing defiance in Typhus’s direction. The two clashed in a brutal duel, with Gorrak’s raw physical power pitted against Typhus’s tactical brilliance and Nurgle-blessed resilience.

Though Typhus eventually triumphed—impaling Gorrak with his manreaper, Silence, and reducing the Warlord to a seething pile of sludge—the battle cost him more than expected. Many of the Orks fled, taking their twisted, diseased bodies to other systems and spreading the very plague Typhus sought to contain.

The Aftermath:

The Rot-Tide Gambit was both a victory and a failure for Typhus. While Glotthus IV was left a lifeless husk, a testament to Nurgle’s dominion, the plague-born Orks that escaped would plague systems for centuries, creating unforeseen complications for both the servants of Chaos and the Imperium. To this day, certain warbands of plague-infected Orks—known as "Rotboyz"—can be found in the galaxy, a grim reminder of Typhus’s hubris in attempting to weaponize the unpredictable savagery of the greenskins.

It is said that Nurgle himself found great amusement in this debacle, for the chaos and entropy it wrought were delightful to his diseased mind. Typhus, however, learned a valuable lesson about the perils of relying on forces even more unpredictable than himself.

Thus, this obscure tale of Typhus stands as a testament to the capriciousness of Chaos, where even the best-laid plans can fester and decay into unexpected consequences.