#blizkrieg

[alliterative-endlessknot]

The origins of "Blitzen".

This is part of a series on Santa's reindeer.

[astro-gnome]

who needs party drugs when you can have vertigo

[lyrasky]

和訳【Hero Of The Day /Metallica】考察 Lars Ulrichについて

和訳【Hero Of The Day /Metallica】考察 Lars Ulrichについて LyraのBlogへ #metallica #herooftheday #larsulrich #jameshatfield #kirkhammett #jasonnewsted #roberttrujillo #load #メタリカ #happybirthdaylars #ラーズウルリッヒ #happybirthday #danish #oasis #u2 #motorhead #blizkrieg #l

Wishing you all the best today and throughout the coming year！Happy Birthday, Lars Ulrich!

Larsのあのパワフルdrummingが大好き！

あの重さのあるドラムサウンドがあるから、James達のヘヴィなギターが映えるのよ。

あと笑えるキャ���クターも好きだな。

メタラーには知られているが、この写真の満面の笑みのまんまが彼の性格で、フレンドリーでおしゃぶり好きなのだ。

通常の宣材写真では、アレ、HM仕様に格好つているだけ。

本来のLars Ulrich はお喋り好きのオッチャン。

その明るいキャラクターが大好き。

彼はコンポーザーとしても関わっているから、サウンド面に影響を与えているのは当たり前なのだが、この屈託のない明るさが、ヘヴィな内容を楽曲で取り上げていても、陰湿にならずにLAの空のようにカラ…

[sonicasura]

Welp, decided to go for some cuteness today with three babyified characters. From left to right, SonicAsura, Bendy and Zeral. If anyone wants me to give it some color later, then just ask. :)

[team-council-two]

question for alpha:

what do you make of the stereotype that the french are cowards?

do you believe that people are straying away from this stereotype?

ive been getting into fandoms where french people are written like this and i would like to hear some perspective.

thanks

oh boy, *cracks knuckles*

so. i will be honest with you. i do not know where this stereotype comes from. or well i have a very vague guess but im not sure. i asked people around and they too just went big shrug. my only source of confirmation has been wikipedia.

see my closest guess here is that americans consider our surrender against the nazis in WWII to have been a cowardly thing or something, i dunno. weird takes on europe going on here and they seem to think we didn't fight before said surrender just cos only 46 days or sth bc apparently, blizkrieg who ? never heard of her or the absolute devastation they laid on my people. it also strikes me as a not particularly international take bc i genuinely never had heard it before being on socmedias used by americans. hell, the wikipedia page on french stereotypes lists it as exclusively american. this would match up with americans' tendency to equate cowardice and bravery as something the domain of war, which they care a lot about, whereas we just simply have other concerns, no offense.

anyways, see the stereotype we french people have about ourselves (and that actually is kinda relevant about reality), and a lot of people too, including americans, is closer to this-

thats french for we yell all the fuckin time and make a ruckus about everything ever. les gueuleurs quoi.

although support of unions is lessening due to the current political crisis we have been stuck in for god only knows how long, the french has a large culture about revolution, unionizing, human rights, left wings politics and shit like this. it may or may not be war every fuckin day at my home actually because of the union stuff (not shitting on unions shitting on my dad's terrible work homelife separation and his tendency to yell at the TV every night, bc apparently the TV is a conversation partner but your kid asking you to stop screaming isnt).

we just are known to protest a lot and backtalk to politicians and shit like that. and it seems that the cowardly stereotype is lessening because people on social medias are starting to point out, hey ! this isnt being lazy actually. the french is actively fuckin. blocking roads and burning shit and all that and being cunts to their politicians, and they have universal healthcare and a decent retirement system which we are realizing we fuckin wish we had in this dystopia of a life. maybe theyre doing sth right. (and well theyre right unfortunately the french itself is slowly forgetting that.) this aside yeah recognizing that making a fuss about your rights is a good thing the french do is kind of incompatible with the idea that the french are cowards, especially with the recent crisis of the gilets jaunes where people protested tirelessly despite actively getting wounded and arrested and disabled for life and killed by cops. and it really has been like this for a good while too, since industrialization or so, when capitalism became widespread.

so in other words. subjectively ? i do think the stereotype is unbased/pretty darn recent and mostly a cultural difference, and nor can i really explain it besides blaming Capitalist Propaganda. i also do not know if objectively such stereotype is getting less support, but subjectively, from what ive read around and so on, people seem to be a bit catching up, and seem to be accepting that unionizing and strikes are NOT a laziness thing but genuine bravery when facing a system that is strikingly inegalitarian and running well oiled with the blood of the people.

take this as you want. i have to admit this is a bit personal because americans' agressiveness towards the french have genuinely made me feel like i was unwelcome online, ive seen people wish that france would sink under the sea or specifically would get nuked, with no single hint of irony whatsoever. and among the animosity found here, ive always keenly felt the difference between what was considered hardworking and invested for the french, and what was considered lazy and cowardly for americans and the faint smell of capitalist propaganda hiding behind it all

Addendum: So yeah that stereotype about the french being cowards who surrender immediately, of course it exists in Germany too. And it's also most likely due to WW2 and propaganda related to that.

- Aschen

True to the post-Soviet world as well.

- Ray.

[b0ringasfuck]

Schwanzstuck da blizkrieg per altro.

15 profughi denutriti e malati in fuga dalla Siria e dall’Iraq...

Quando ieri, alle 22.35, militari e procura di Napoli avevano già chiarito che non c’era stato nessun dirottamento da parte di 15 profughi debilitati armati di taglierino e 2 coltellini, crosetto continuava a sognare la cattura dei pirati, così come ha sognato la sua laurea. #buffone #buffoni

[overfedvenison]

The idea is a little lost now that Farsight is like the coolest tau ever and pretty universally portrayed as a heroic warrior, but was that faction supposed to be like, “Evil Tau?” Like they are proud warriors who splintered off from the harmonious Tau Empire, when they were still very much portrayed as an idealistic federation. Their colours are blood-red, and they are led by a military commander instead of a wise ethereal. And they are noted to favour aggressive blizkrieg-like tactics with mobile and fast mech assaults. So like... That seems kind of evil-coded. Especially because the warrior faction happens to have the same paint scheme as Khorne.

[visionofnoxus]

☠

// And here you go. Last but not least. I hope it pleases you. Decided to do something of an origin story. Please let me know what you thought of it.

“Secure the perimeter. Two guards on every patrol. And no open fire” Swain commanded, walking through the improvised camp. The soldiers all around him nodded, but did not respond, beginning their preparations for the night immediately. “And should any of the guards get any funny feelings, alert others. I’ll have the first “independent investigator” flogged once the Placidium is ours” he reminded his men, leaving the perimeter patrol and heading deeper into the noxians’ camp area. This was one of the several hidden camps in the surrounding valleys, all of these camps containing seasoned veterans in many hundreds. Together, they’d be thousands. And not one ionian knew they even were here. Leaning down as he climbed inside his tent, general Swain sat down on the bedroll. Putting aside the officer’s sword and the hand crossbow he carried on field missions like this. Making sure the flap of the tent was truly closed, he lit a candle, rolling open a map of the surrounding area, going through his plan once more. 

The islanders were finally beginning to find their fighting spirit, monastic orders starting to offer assistance to the village militias. These monks, assassins and martial artists were strengthening the opposition greatly. Looking at the city of Placidium on the map, the Master Tactician nodded to himself. The noxians were overreaching, advancing too quickly, not fortifying the ground taken and reinforcements that were promised from mainland kept being redirected to chase all kinds of wild rumor. If the Noxians would somehow suffer some catastrophic loss somewhere, the islanders might very well be able to just drive them back all the way to the southwestern coast with ease. An irritated sigh left the ambitious commander. Sometimes he felt like the very land itself was fighting their invasion.

They needed to take bridges, break strongholds and capture the population centers before the entire nation would unite against them. Instead they were raiding country side. Raping, pillaging and terrorizing population, running field tests with zaunite weaponry because Darkwill was curious about the results. Terror was an excellent tool of control and a way to break morale, but this… Frankly speaking genocide was not serving the empire. Once the island nation was theirs, who’d work the fields? Assuming that the soil had not been corrupted by some chemical “test”. Who would produce trade goods? Who would the noxians have digging ore in the mines they’d start here? And that was if they managed to secure the nation. He looked once more at the map. 

Taking Placidium, Swain intended to draw out the ionians from their guerrilla warfare tactics into an open battle for survival. And then he’d crush them there, crippling the defenders. With the capitol of Navori under control, Noxians could start fortifying their holdings, focus their efforts to a single location at a time instead of running about everywhere, burning and destroying yet achieving precious little. Tomorrow, his hidden legions would emerge and assault Placidium in blizkrieg style, and they’d take the city intact. The buildings, the riches, the people. He’d turn the entire city into a hostage and a bait so irresistible that Ionians would march to their own doom to save it. 

“Sir. There has been an issue” Came the muffled voice of his lieutenant from outside the tent. A frown rose on Swain’s face. Since he did not hear any ruckus suggesting they’d been had… “A patrol missing?” The Tactician made an educated guess, one which his officer confirmed moments later. “Get me 6 good men. I’ll be out momentarily”. Taking a gulp from his waterskin, Swain fastened his sword on his hip again and grabbed the crossbow. “What is another sleepless night, when I already have so many?” He let out a dry chuckle, blowing the candle and leaving the tent.

The patrol had gone missing on the eastern side of the camp, the side which was covered with more dense forest leading up to the mountains. It offered plenty of cover for would be assassins, but something in the night air gave the noxian commander the gut feeling this wasn’t one of those “ninjas”. Glancing at the tiny flowers glowing in the otherwise dark forest, he scoffed. “Magic everywhere. And somehow I have hunch this is one of those creatures again” He said quietly, gripping the shaft of a spear. Were this once again some oversized animal with wings, he’d rather keep it a shaft’s distance away from himself rather than try his luck with a sword. “Lieutenant, you have your orders about the main mission. And send a second troop five minutes after us”. “Sir”. With that, the seven noxians began moving, four moving us scouts at front while Swain and two others waited for the first sign of trouble.

Half an hour later they had found the lost patrol. Stepping next to the soldier inspecting the two corpses, Swain frowned, kneeling down as well. “They… This is odd” The scout muttered, motioning at the two dead men laying on their backs. Both had similar situation. Their weapons had been drawn, but no signs of combat were evident. It was like something had pushed them down and they’d just… Stopped breathing. No injuries. Though curiously… Swain brought his hand to hover above one’s chest. “The armor… It’s radiating warmth” The man observed, the scout confirming same on the other victim. “Something hit them in the chest and they died… But not of injury”. Magic. Everything on these cursed islands had to do with magic. A femine chuckle caught the general’s ear and he blinked in disbelief, cautiously standing up. “Sir did you…”. “Yes. I heard it as well. Weapons ready!”. All the noxians readied their weapons, peering into the darkness. 

A second chuckle reverberated through air. What a beautiful, sensual voice. It stirred something in him. Something very primal. “I’d like to give this vixen a shafting of different sort…” One of the soldiers crudely remarked, shifting his grip on his halberd, few others snorting nervously. Swain took that as a confirmation. The spike of sudden lust had not been his imagination. “There” one of the soldiers hissed, pointing ahead. And indeed, on the path lighted by the small glowing flowers stood a young woman, dressed in some kind of very simple and hazy dress. But what a woman… The dress did very little to cover her feminine charms, barely concealing the crucials but those few furs wrapped around her waist did their best to cover her. Her hair was dark and a bit messy, unkempt, but shone like most well kept fur only could. And then there was the face. Slightly alien, yet distinctively human, she was gorgeous. And then there were those cute fox ears. “It’s a demon. Kill it!” Swain snapped the instant his mind connected the dots. Unfortunately her men weren’t quite as strong of mind. A bright orb of light shot out of the woman’s hand while she dashed to the side. The ball struck one of the noxians, man flying on his back lifelessly, the something shifting in the orb, a sliver of some new colour being added as the ball grew ever so slightly.

So that is what happened, Swain thought grimly, observing how two of his men leveled their crossbows at the seductress but missed. She dashed and leaped around with grace of a cat, showcasing no issues in switching between running and occasional dash on all fours for a pounce off a tree. Attempting to get in melee, two noxians charged shouting at her, and Swain saw the golden eyes flash, flames appearing on the tips of her nails moments before those flames set the men alight. The armor resisted the burn, but did precious little to save their owners’ lives, the men falling on the ground while screaming in agony. it might be possible to save their lives, but Swain already scratched them out of the roster. He had no time to care about two wounded. “Watch the magic! It’s eyes glow when it casts” He shouted, the fox-woman’s head snapping in his direction and as her golden irises met with his, Swain felt himself swallowing nervously. The full lips formed words. There was no sound, but somehow the noxian heard her in his head. “You are the alpha then..?”. 

Whatever that meant, Swain did not intend to find out. Another burst of fire shot out, the soldiers it was targeting dodging, but one of them got caught by the glowing orb instead, his cruelly taken and added to the orb’s beauty. “Harrowing take you!” Swain cursed out loud, tossing his spear with a trained and drilled practice. Not his chosen weapon, but the fox appeared to had been briefly distracted by the orb’s growth, Swain landing almost landing a hit, earning him an angry stare and a hiss showcasing the sharp fangs of the foxlady. Drawing his sword and bringing up the crossbow, Swain shouted: “Pull back! Focus on avoiding it’s spells” He shot two of the three bolts towards the fox, her attention now completely on him. Oh no… Throwing her arm forward, Swain saw the orb accelerate towards him, stepping hastily to the side and behind a tree. Supporting his arm, he took aim, letting loose the third bolt and discarding the weapon. Time to run. “Retreat!” He barked, dashing away from the creature, not bothering to check if he’d landed anything. The few remaining soldiers did not question the order, discarding their heavy weapons and opting for speed instead, following their commander. To their great relief, the she-devil did not pursue, instead disappearing into the forest and the morning mist slowly rolling in as the night began to fade.

Hissing in pain, Ahri limped herself to safety higher on the forest-covered slopes. Reaching one of the pristine ponds offering clean water that flowed downwards alongside a tiny river, she crouched down, hissing and staring at her thigh. A crude human made stick had pierced the skin, sinking into her leg. A cruel move by the alpha of the Noxian pack. She wondered why they’d chosen to run, for with her injury, her greatest defense, her speed and agility, had been taken. Knowing what must be done, having witnessed the villagers nearby do similar things after fighting with the noxian packs, she gripped the shaft. Gritting her teeth, the vixen yanked the bolt out, her eyes tearing with pain. Why was it, that humans started leaking water from their eyes when they hurt, she wondered as she ditched the offending stick to a nearby bush. Wiping her tears, annoyed at them, she limped closer to the pond. Ahri would have to wash the wound and rest a few days before she could hunt more foreigners.

[guchiese]

The Rise of Blizkrieg(ボンサイゲームズ)和泉歴史ゲーム研究会

ひさしぶりに顔を出してN黒さんに対戦していただきました。おもしろーい！

[avidex]

Bouches du Rhône, 12 septembre 2021

Le Ganga cata est un oiseau magnifique et fascinant, et nous étions surexcités d'enfin croiser sa route, mais cela n'a pas été dans les conditions que nous avions imaginé..

Avec les chasseurs qui faisaient décoller toutes les bestioles à plume du coin, nous avons certes vu beauuuucoup plus de gangas que dans nos rêves les plus fous. Mais ce que nous avons vu, c'était des vols d'oiseaux paniqués, en train de fuir un blizkrieg.

Alors évidemment, les gangas ne sont pas chassables, et j'ose espérer qu'ils ne se sont pas pris de volée de plombs malgré leurs airs de perdreau, mais les gangas, ça, ils en savent rien qu'ils sont protégés. Ils voient arriver chiens, tontons, fusils et coups de fusil, c'est la panique, on les comprend.

[militaryhistoryvisualized]

from primary sources and quite a lot of “new stuff”, enjoy! German Panzer Tactics - “Blizkrieg” Years (1939-41)

[starlingsrps]

gwen nash char. dev.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: gwendolyn laura nash

Nickname: gwen, gwennie

Birthday: november 21

Age: thirty one

Gender: female

Place of birth: des moines, ia

Places lived since: iowa city, ia; rome for study abroad; [blep]

Parents: brandon and heidi nash

Siblings: louise hardacre, 35

Relationship with family: gwen was very much the rebellious daughter to louise's straight-a perfection and while her relationship with her parents is perfectly okay now, it certainly wasn't when she was a teenager and in her early twenties. there was many a slammed door and silent treatment in the nash household for a long time. 

Children of her own?: nah son

PHYSICAL

Height: 5'5

Build: average

Complexion: fair

Distinguishing features: she has resting bitch face and hates it. 

Hair color: blonde

Usual hair style: long

Eye color: brown

Glasses? Contacts?: nah

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): gwen tends to wear a lot of black because it's just easier than putting together a goddamn ~look~ all the time. black skinny pants, blouse or t-shirt, black jacket and out the door. black, white, grey, and red are her staples but she owns one pink shirt and doesn't know where it came from. 

Typical style of shoes: boots or flats.

Health: chronically convinced she's coming down with something.

Grooming: neat and tidy. she looooves makeup and wears it every day and fuck you if you think there's something wrong with that.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: not really big on jewelry but she does have pierced ears and still has the holes from her cartilage and nose piercings but it's been a long time since she tested them out.

Accent?: nah

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: nah

Athletic?: no. if gwen is running, something is very wrong.

INTELLECT

Level of education: ba in history and italian from the university of iowa

Level of self esteem: pretty high 

Gifts/talents: holy shit is gwen tough. she can survive a mosh pit without breaking a nail, once got into a screaming fight with a skinhead, and grinds the rude beneath her bootheel. she doesn't take shit and demands respect. she's got a lot of pride and is very self reliant but she also knows her limits and isn't afraid to ask for help if she needs it. 

Shortcomings: gwen is a delicate french pastry who cries at least once a week. she's real sensitive. despite this, she can be a bit of a bruiser. she gets right in there.

Style of speech: surprisingly soft and feminine.

Artistic?: ish. she can draw fairly well when she puts her mind to it. 

Mathematical?: eh

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: emotions. 

Neuroses: she has a very specific way of packing her suitcase and never hangs up the phone without saying i love you to her nearest and dearest. gwen is big on telling people you love them.

Religious stance: nah

Cautious or daring?: daring

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: her sense of self. she's proud of who she is but is still pretty susceptible to little barbs and pricks.

Optimist or pessimist?: optimist

Extrovert or introvert?: introvert

Level of comfort with technology: she's got it covered.

RELATIONSHIPS

Current marital/relationship status: single

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Past relationships: love 'em and leave 'em gwen throughout high school and college and never with Good Boys or Girls. catch gwen making out with the bassist just cause he's hot.

A social person?: yes! just not all the time!

Most comfortable around: mateo

Oldest friend: her friend mandy, who abandoned her for craig and the suburbs. 

How does she think others perceive her?: she pretends like she doesn't care at all but she cares a lot. she hopes people think she's professional and good and all that tbh.

How do others actually perceive her?: professional and polite, if a bit of a bruiser sometimes.

VOCATION

Profession: sales rep

Past occupations: waitress, merch girl

Attitude towards current job: it's a living

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: they're okay!

Salary: enough

SECRETS

Dreams: stability, a lasting relationship, and never moving to suburbia.

Greatest fears: plane crashes

Hobbies: concerts, traveling

Past sexual transgressions: see above

Crimes committed: some light shoplifting and disorderly conduct but no arrests

What she most wants to change about her current life: to stop going on shit dates.

What she most wants to change about her physical appearance: she misses when she had the stamina for punk shows man. she just doesn't have it in her anymore.

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily routine: nothing special - work, food, hang out

Night owl or early bird?: night owl

Light or heavy sleeper?: heavy

Favorite food: fries

Favorite book: jane eyre

Favorite movie: anything where things go boom

Favorite song: blizkrieg bop

Coffee or tea?: tea 

Type of car she drives: nah

Lefty or righty?: right

Favorite color: red

Cusser?: like a goddamn sailor if she's got her blood up

Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: nope/yes/nope

Pets?: lord no

[edjacket]

RAMONES - 2/03/75 @ Arturo Vega's Loft, NYC, NY

[berkeleyplace]

Marvel Comics Presents #24 (Shamrock)

Marvel Comics Presents #24 (Shamrock)

Here’s a weird one.  We last saw Shamrock during Rom’s Wraith War, and she debuted because Marvel wanted to appear “international” during the Contest of Champions.  Honestly, I never thought we’d see her again after that miniseries.  Since then, she got one panel in Hulk #279 (where she says, “It’s easy bein’ green!”) and a brief cameo in Rom’s Wraith War.  Blizkrieg, also from Contest, appeared…

[joseanzombie2674]

La noche es el mejor ambiente para poder ver el potente show de unos Monster Rockers como son Motorzombis, que son uno de estos grupos que cuando uno los vé por primera vez se deja llevar por ese toque tan especial y la pasión que supuran (lo que pueden) los poros de su piel muerta y putrefacta. Pasión por el rock and roll en matices de psycobilly con melodías muy marcadas y esa pasión por el cine de terror ochentero que se nota en cada gesto, acorde y letra que factura la banda.

Antes de centrarnos en lo que fue su potente y divertido show tenemos que hablar de los madrileños Les Panches Surfers una banda totalmente desconocida para mí que era la primera vez que supe de su existencia y sobretodo ver un show muy fresco y directo. El terreno musical es el surf, canciones instrumentales que la banda hace de manera solvente en el escenario y que aunque mi caso es de los que no le gusta en absoluto la música surf me dieron momentos bastante intensos donde la banda derrochaba fuerza por los cuatro costados y que para este concierto contaba con dos miembros nuevos en la formación en la guitarra y en la batería.

Momentos especialmente intensos para mi fueron temas como la versión del clásico de Ramones “Blizkrieg Bop” rebautizado aquí como “Let´s Go” y que me sorprendió muchísimo junto a temas propios como “Mapache”, el diabólico “Black Conga” o “Sound of Takeshi” donde se combina la fuerza y el virtuosismo musical que sin duda hace disfrutarlos como un buen vino, sorbo a sorbo y desprendiendo fuerza y frescura. Lo que si eché de menos en su actuación es primero una puesta en escena donde se viera más movilidad y dinámica ya que se les ve a cada uno muy pendiente de su instrumento y no cometer ningún fallo pero personalmente (que no se me tome a mal) quiero también esa actitud cruda y punk donde además las guitarras estén un poco más por encima . Aún así me pongo como deberes verles más veces en directo para hacerme una idea de como es la banda y ser mucho más justo, no quiero que por ser la primera vez pueda no juzgarles en su justa medida. Muy buenos y con muchas ganas de verles otra vez sobre los escenarios.

¿Y que queréis que os diga de Motorzombis? . Son la banda sonora perfecta a mi vida ya que uno siempre ha estado rodeado de pelis de serie B, sangre, monstruos, caspa T.V y demás chucherias visuales y sonoras que me han hecho extremadamente feliz. Si a todo esto le añades temas de rock and roll, psychobilly, imagen brutal y ganas de divertirse tienes en Motorzombis la banda que uno no debe perderse en directo.

“Monster Rock and Roll” es su nuevo disco y al grito de “Monster Rocker” nuestro cuello, caderas y pies se comienzan a mover con los ojos abiertos de par en par viendo como los catalanes domina el escenario ya que cada uno desprende magnetismo y fuerza y eso es algo que uno disfruta y piensa que a la banda le hace especial , teniendo a las voces un Dani Moreno que es un cruce entre Elvis totalmente punkerizado y salido de “La Divertida Noche de los muertos vivientes”.

Que en sus canciones vayan saliendo personajes esenciales en nuestra vida como Las Tortugas Ninjas en “Teenage Mutant Karate Frogs” donde además se den detalles absolutamente de las ediciones muñequeriles falsificados ya deja a la luz como nuestra diversión es deliciosamente sórdida y que musicalmente nos encontramos un trallazo Psycho increible junto a “Hell, Howl, Let’s Ghoul!” con estribillo que es un homenaje a nuestros queridos Ramones dentro de un tema que es puro rock and roll clásico y que te hace echar más de una lágrima al oír “Boris Karloff” en una canción, reivindicar la cultura monster o esa película tan esencial como es “Cementerio de Animales” que Ramones hicieron el tema principal de la banda sonora.

El paralelismo de comparar el día a día de la esclavización por el trabajo diario con esas criaturas tan deliciosas como los Ewoks en “Dark Side Ewok” es tremendo en un tema adictivo junto a esa adorable “The Abominable Dr. Phibes” al que en el celuloide dio vida un actor tan increíble como Vincent Price hace que un escalofrío recorre toda nuestra espina dorsal y besar en los labios a nuestra chica en un momento de tremendo romanticismo.

El surf y el rock and roll más frenético se dan la mano en “Vienen a por ti Barbara” . Puro amor zombi del que llena nuestra boca mientras te comes su corazón recien arrancado y palpitante…ummm delicioso. Centros comerciales y apocalípsis nuclear son momentos y lugares para disfrutarlos al máximo y que deberían estar plasmados en “VHSS” otro rock and roll con tintes más oscuros.

Y sonaron además de canciones de su nuevo disco otros momentos donde cantamos a grito pelado lo orgulloso de haber “Nacido en los 80” que tantos momentos nos ha dado y darán. Los ochenta molan más siempre y perteneceremos a la “Monster Squad”, ese club de los monstruos donde si no nos equivocamos nos devolvía en una película a nuestro querido Vincent Price.

Y nuestros Gremlins y Critters tampoco se nos olvidan así que “Gremlins Vs Critters” sale para que lo devoremos y no nos acordemos de las ventajas de ser vegano…solo queremos carnaza. Otro rock and roll blindado con una melodía adictiva al igual que etapas más primigenias de los catalanes al escuchar “Crystal Lake” .

En definitiva una noche excelente en todos los aspectos. Nos encanta ser un zombi..¿Para cuando el próximo ataque?. Nosotros nos dejamos devorar.

Texto y fotos: Charly Rock and Roll

Motorzombis- Les Panches Surfers Gruta 77 (Madrid) La noche es el mejor ambiente para poder ver el potente show de unos Monster Rockers…

[hellaghosts]

seeing the drunk bunny run around the stage with tens of thousands of people cheer/shouting blizkrieg bop is the actual personification of the "YOU ALREADY KNOW WTF GOIN ON !!" meme