#Z LIVE ROCK

[6txndrunks]

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Also cannot stop thinking about Kalin's conversation with Z-one--this notion of Kalin effectively being like "oh what, you're suicidal?? you don't want to be alive anymore? me too you old bitch you're not special. let's take our antidepressants....together." this nebulously post-canonish Kalin making strides to manage his own issues to the point where he's willing and able to connect with someone similar (and who woulda thought these two would have much in common!!)

it fuckin' rules. Kalin rockin these vibes and they suit him SO well

[zorosdimples]

is it safe for me to admit i have no idea what five nights at freddy’s is

[metalsongoftheday]

Friday, May 10: Bruce Dickinson, "Cyclops"

Balls to Picasso had a difficult birth, and “Cyclops” reflected this despite being one of the later songs written for Bruce Dickinson’s second solo album.  The record’s opening track tried to nod towards alternative metal, with Dave Ingraham’s drums seemingly aiming for groove but coming off a bit stiff and Roy Z.’s crunching riff similarly going for something grimy but sounding processed and slick due to Shay Baby’s production.  Dickinson himself sounded similarly lost: he was all over the place vocally, but didn’t always seem to have a clear grasp of what he was really aiming for, and his lyrics tried too hard to be “streetwise” and “dark”.  Things picked up a bit with the chorus, but it wasn’t until the final minutes of an unnecessarily lengthy tune that both Bruce and Roy truly locked in and took flight, and not at all coincidentally, that was when Roy busted out a noodly and spidery melodic (and very Maiden-ish) lead over which Bruce resurrected his gale force howl.  It was understandable that someone as creative and thoughtful as Dickinson would look for inspiration in new sounds, but the end result was somehow both overthought and underbaked, and while “Cyclops” had its moments, especially that aforementioned bit towards the end, it was ultimately more of a tentative step for both Bruce and Roy rather than an early flowering of their later success as collaborators.

[anemonecoronaria]

My music taste is so jumbled that whenever somebody asks me what I listen to i’m like wow nothing

[genericamentegiuseppe]

Parannoul - Sky Hundred

Il nuovo disco di Parannoul è un incontro fragile, in cui shoegaze, emo e Car Seat Headrest diventano parte di un linguaggio codificato che parla di ambizione, memoria e smarrimento.

Sono pochi gli artisti nell’ambito del rock più rappresentativi dei desideri, delle paure e dei malesseri di una generazione, di questo giovane ragazzo da Seoul. Parannoul in pochi anni ha superato la prova dell’hype e ha dimostrato la solidità della sua proposta musicale, coerente nel cercare di rappresentare l’incoerenza della realtà, delle sue promesse non mantenute e delle sue pretese…

[earthly-ali3n]

say what you want about gen alpha and what you say is probably true, but they’re trying man. My next door neighbour’s oldest boy wants to be outside all the time. he’ll come outside just to watch me cut the grass in my backyard because his house is a duplex that took up the whole lot so he doesn’t have one. we’re six blocks from the nearest “park” (if you can call it that) and he’s eight years old, he can’t go alone and both his parents work full time to pay for the house that is too big for the lot but still too small for the family. My roommates and I spent extra time outside this summer teaching him and his younger siblings to play beanbag toss or frisbee or whatever because he literally doesn’t have room in his backyard to do those things. We only have the space because our house is the only one on the block that wasn’t demolished, turned into a duplex, and sold for 3x it’s worth. He starts every my sentence with “So guess what?” because he’s so excited to have someone listen to him talk. He can’t play street hockey or basket ball in his drive way because he doesn’t have one of those either. And our street is on a slope, at the bottom of that slope is a main road with heavy traffic, so even tho cars barely drive down our street, he and his friends still can’t play basket ball or road hockey in the street because the ball or puck is gonna roll down the slope and onto the main road. it would be a disaster waiting to happen. His parents are tying too, but there’s only so much you can do when both you and your partner work full time, but it still isn’t enough to get out of the city so your kid has room to run. They limit tv time, they don’t allow their kids to watch youtube at ALL. They got their kids a cat. They got their kids bikes that they ride to the park when they’re able to supervise. It’s maximum effort with so little reward because no matter how much stuff you have it’s can’t make up for the lack of time and space. Kids NEED time and space and the demands of capitalism make it impossible for parents to give that to their children.

[alchemisoul]

The Verve & Jay Z

"Brush Your Bitter Sweet Shoulders Off"

Coldplay ft. Richard Ashcroft | Bitter Sweet Symphony (Live 8, 2005)

[chromiollies]

little bro forced me to get a roblox acc recently. i know nothing of the game [BOOMER ALERT ⚠] and I'm out here playin on an iPad bruh c'mon

i did go on that one graffiti paint game and make these....i enjoy the limitations on drawing features it helps. lmao T___T

[the-save-place-art]

These boys are my life. I love them with my whole being. And it's amazing! I'm living with their music. I'm living for their music. A light that's always keeping me alive.

S.P.R.F.

[this-cult-of-dionysus]

What if Aziraphale and Crowley discovered Spotify and just sat with each other for a while, finding songs to share?

Well I was the fly on the wall and that playlist is real now. So are their accounts.

[whomst-the-hell]

im reading steddie fic on hard mode (thinking of My Immortal everytime i see the word ‘prep’)

[ch3micalm0ment]

saw fall out boy last night and had the time of my fucking life I love them

[metalsongoftheday]

Friday, March 8: Halford, "Handing Out Bullets" [ENCORE]

The Today’s Metal Tune tumblr posted its first song March 5, 2014.  Amazingly, 10 YEARS LATER we are still here and going strong.  A huge THANK YOU to everyone that has followed, liked, reblogged and commented over the past 10 years, this tumblr has been a passion project that took on a life of its own and far exceeded humble expectations, and that is all because so many have listened and gotten in on the fun.  To celebrate the past decade, we are revisiting some favorites from the early years.  Stay Metal everyone, there’s much more still to come…

“Handing Out Bullets” angrily made the case for Rob Halford’s continuing engagement with and relevance to heavy metal circa 2002.  The song was classically constructed and crafted, and not only felt of the moment and raged with the kind of energy that musicians 30 years younger would struggle to keep up with, but also roared with a timelessness that makes the tune continue to resonate over 20 years later.  Everything was just so perfectly massive and heavy, and so perfectly metal: the jabbing riffs were a nonstop gut-punch, Bobby Jarzombek’s double-bass barrage was unrelenting (and actually got faster as the song progressed), and the Metal God himself seethed in a way that demonstrated why he still deserved the moniker.  Furthermore (and more than a little surprisingly), “Handing Out Bullets” contained some of Rob’s best lyrics: railing over international conflicts that are sadly still relevant today, the song spoke harsh truths with an insight and maturity not entirely expected from a man known mainly for screaming about robots and the awesomeness of heavy metal.  But most of all, “Handing Out Bullets” just raged so spectacularly that it remains one of Halford’s- both the man and band- best songs, an evergreen headbanger that will never fail to sprain some necks.

[falllpoutboy]

zachary levi 🤝 gal gadot 🤝 the rock

playing the titular role in their dc movies and sucking so bad at it that they are partly why these movies are bad