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Fresh Breathies by Pup Labs Review - The All-Natural Solution to Your Dog's Bad Breath

Fresh Breathies official: https://rebrand.ly/fresh-breathies--o... Fresh Breathies by Pup Labs Review - The All-Natural Solution to Your Dog's Bad Breath Hello and welcome to our review of Fresh Breathies by Pup Labs, the all-natural solution to your dog’s bad breath. If you’re here, chances are you’re looking for a way to improve your furry friend's oral hygiene, and Fresh Breathies promises to do just that. In this video, we’ll be taking a closer look at Fresh Breathies and sharing our thoughts on this product. So, let's dive in! Section 1: What are Fresh Breathies by Pup Labs? Fresh Breathies is a product line of all-natural dog dental chews that help freshen your dog's breath, clean teeth and promote healthy gums. Made from natural ingredients, Fresh Breathies is a safe and effective way to improve your dog's oral hygiene. Pup Labs, the company behind Fresh Breathies, is known for producing high-quality, safe, and effective pet products that pet owners trust. Section 2: What Makes Fresh Breathies Stand Out? One of the things that set Fresh Breathies apart from other dog dental chews is its all-natural ingredients. Made with natural ingredients like parsley, mint, and coconut oil, Fresh Breathies is free of harsh chemicals and artificial preservatives, making it a safe and healthy option for your dog. Additionally, Fresh Breathies is available in three different flavors - chicken, beef, and peanut butter - so there's something for every dog's taste. Section 3: How to Use Fresh Breathies? Using Fresh Breathies is simple. You just need to give your dog one chew per day, and the product will work its magic. The chews are designed to be tough and chewy, which helps clean your dog's teeth and freshen their breath. If your dog is a picky eater, you can also crumble the chews and mix them in with your dog's food. Section 4: Fresh Breathies Reviews Now, let's take a look at what pet owners are saying about Fresh Breathies. Many pet owners have reported significant improvements in their dog's breath and oral hygiene after using Fresh Breathies. Pet owners also love the fact that Fresh Breathies is made with natural ingredients and is free of harsh chemicals. Additionally, the variety of flavors available is another plus point that pet owners love. Section 5: FAQs Q1. Can Fresh Breathies be used for all dog breeds? Yes, Fresh Breathies is safe for all dog breeds. Q2. Can Fresh Breathies be given to puppies? Fresh Breathies is safe for puppies over three months old. Q3. How long does it take for Fresh Breathies to work? You should start seeing the results within a few days of use. Q4. How often should I give my dog Fresh Breathies? You should give your dog one chew per day. Q5. Is Fresh Breathies suitable for dogs with allergies? Fresh Breathies is made with natural ingredients and is generally safe for dogs with allergies. However, if your dog has specific allergies, it's best to consult with your vet before using Fresh Breathies. Conclusion: Overall, we highly recommend Fresh Breathies by Pup Labs for any pet owner looking for a safe and effective way to improve their dog's oral hygiene. With its natural ingredients, variety of flavors, and positive reviews, Fresh Breathies is definitely a product worth trying out. So, give it a try and see the results for yourself! Fresh Breathies official: https://rebrand.ly/fresh-breathies--o... Fresh Breathies by Pup Labs Review: The Best Solution for Your Dog's Bad Breath Keywords: Pup Labs Fresh Breathies Fresh Breathies Pup Labs Dog chews Dog breath freshener Pet dental care Natural ingredients Bad dog breath Canine oral health Chew toys for dogs Hashtags: #PupLabsFreshBreathies #FreshBreathies #PupLabs #DogChews #DogBreathFreshener #PetDentalCare #NaturalIngredients #BadDogBreath #CanineOralHealth #ChewToysForDogs

Fresh Breathies by Pup Labs Review - The All-Natural Solution to Your Dog's Bad Breath

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boypussy!hyunjin pt 2

eating your pretty boyfriend out while he's asleep~

-contains mature themes.

the boy looked so surreal. his chest rising and falling so naturally. hyunjin was so deep in sleep, he had not even woken up at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open as you came out.

it was still dark. you looked outside. it was raining heavily. lightning and thunder lighting up the sky every few minutes. rain in november? well that was new. maybe winter was finally setting in.

you squinted, trying to read the time on the clock.

6.45 am

no wonder it was still dark. the temperature had dropped. you were feeling colder than usual.

you leaned against the windowsill, enjoying the fresh smell of mud and the sound of rain.

hyunjin was so out. he had a tough day before. dancing and reviewing his steps till he finally couldn't. you pitied him. he was all bundled up in the sheets, his white tshirt crinkled up.

just as you were about to lie back down beside him, you froze. was he whimpering?

"oh my poor hyunjinnie" you whispered to yourself. you brushed his messy hair out of his face, a smile blossoming on your face.

"should i give you a nice reward?" you said, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

he didn't move, clearly still asleep.

you pulled his pants down slowly, noticing the wet patch on his underwear.

"oh so you're wearing the new panties i bought you" your heart swelled. the pretty little yellow bow, matched him so well. you remembered how he kept saying he wouldn't wear it and would prefer wearing his boxers.

you couldn't help it as you pressed your nose against his heat, inhaling deeply, at his scent.

you slid the piece of clothing off, just enough. his cunt exposed. puffy. leaking. begging to be played with.

"you have such a pretty pussy, hyunjinnie" you mumbled. deep down wishing yours looked as beautiful. everything about him was perfect. from his personality to here. your sleepiness temporary leaving you.

poking and prodding at his swollen lips. you could make out the way his muscles clenched and spasmed.

waiting. waiting to be touched.

you ran your tongue against him, all the way up to his clit. his wetness coating your tastebuds.

fuck he was delicious. you sucked on his clit, getting surprised when he began to stir in his sleep.

a whine leaving him. had he woken up? for a second you looked up, realising he was still fast asleep. mouth slightly parted.

you blew on his pussy, loving the way the boy let out another sound. you slipped your tongue into him, moaning at how hot he was. essence leaking out of him in copious amounts. shit you had never seen him so wet. he was dripping down onto the sheets. you slurped it up. not caring at how loud you were being.

"m-mommy ahh-" his morning voice startled you. his voice starting out deep until it turned whiny and breathy as you moved your tongue inside of him. fucking him good. you lifted your head.

"mommy?" you repeated after him in surprise.

"what happened to you wanting to be dominant?" hyunjin hid his face in the blanket covering him. eyes barely open.

"that was when you had a dick hm? when you have a pussy then its mommy who has to take care of you" you teased.

however he was too precious. you couldn't tease him anymore. he was your precious baby. all he wanted was you filling him up. letting you use his cunt for whatever you wanted.

"uhhgh mm-mh" strangled pleas leaving him. it made your stomach do summersalts.

hyunjin was so sensitive in this state. even more so, since he was asleep not even a few minutes ago. a high pitched moan echoed throughout the room when you shoved his legs apart, a cold breeze happening to blow in at the right moment.

he shivered. voice getting stuck in his throat.

"mommy's gonna eat you out. go back to sleep honey"

you waited for him to respond. yet he didn't. you slapped his cunt. hyunjin wailed, trying to move away from you and your dangerous touch.

"hng-nngh a-aah" he moaned out, trying to close his legs around your head when you began to rub his clit in circular motions, all while you shoved your tongue up his pussy.

he was panting, mouth parted and eyes shut.

for some reason your mind went back to when he had made you get on your knees for him. fucking your mouth like you were his toy. it was a stark contrast to what was happening now. you whined. you wanted him in you. you wanted him to fuck you and fill you to the brim. it had been 4 days.

4 whole days since he had magically got a pussy.

you'd never forget this. you could feel him everywhere. you could smell him over the rain. you could taste him.

"i promise ill g-give it all back to you, my love" he let out, quietly

[zorrasucia]

Promptober 5. Vampire

from @carmenberzattosgf list

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (1.5k)

Tags: Smut, Porn with Plot, Vampires, Biting, Food, P in V Sex, Flowery Writing, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

When you met Carmy, you first noticed his eyes - an unnatural shade of blue, bright and piercing. His blond hair was perpetually messy and too long for a chef. Upon closer inspection, you realized he was stronger than he looked. He wore all these peculiarities well. He had a sort of timeless beauty, the kind of profile you would find in a neoclassical painting, not an Instagram account. You had told him that last bit when you interviewed him - getting a frown and not much else in return.

You were an emerging food critic, not an investigative journalist, but something about Carmen Berzatto gave you pause. His backstory was fucked up, ages and achievements not lining up correctly. He looked too old at 22 but a little too boyish now at 32. He never ate his own food in public, or any food for that matter, only occasionally indulging in the odd glass of wine. He was shy, withdrawn, hard to pin down...

Which was ironic now that he had you pinned down by the wrists on your bed, his face buried deep in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

"Delicious," he mumbled.

You hummed, arching your back in delight, trying to get your bodies closer together.

"Are you going to make me beg for it?"

"Maybe," he teased, his hands tracing your sides greedily, then squeezing your ass.

The needy way he was exhaling into your hair let you know you weren't the only one affected.

"What do I smell like?" you asked, your hands carding through his soft hair.

"Sweet," he replied. "Honey, raspberry. Something else... A hint of bitter, almonds maybe, dark chocolate."

You rewarded him with a chaste kiss. "Had some coffee with it too."

"You're spoiling me," he smiled, his teeth eerily white and sharp in the half lit room.

It was an odd arrangement you shared.

After your review, months ago, he had called, making some dumb excuse about needing a fresh palate to taste his new menu. He fed you an incredible dinner, sat in front of you, and then asked detailed questions about it, far beyond your usual feedback. He liked the way you painted pictures with words, he said. Most colleagues looked down on metaphors, describing his broth as an ethereal, pink, seaside afternoon would raise some eyebrows but Carmy seemed to love it. Weeks later, when you knew his secret, he would confide in you: he had forgotten what food tasted like. Lifetimes' worth of cooking knowledge was becoming stale as he grew older and less human.

It all came to a head when you met him for another dinner and started describing your lunch from a few hours ago.

"It was steak with carrots on the side, right? The steak was meh, you know, but the carrots were these, uh, buttery, terracota delicacies. Golden like a sunset, earthy, well rounded..." you explained, knowing by now he liked over the top similes.

You were confused to find a very intense look on his face.

"Want to come over to my apartment?" he rasped.

It was out of nowhere but you agreed, your stomach fluttering expectantly at the thought of Carmy's hands on your body. The moment the door was shut behind you, he crowded you against the nearest wall. You gasped.

"Don't be scared," he murmured. "I just want a taste."

And with that he sunk his fangs on the side of your neck. A wave of bliss hit you, rolling your eyes as he sucked on your blood. You rubbed your thighs together, shaking, feeling something akin to a very long orgasm as Carmy held you, his graceful fingers around your throat.

"What are you doi- Oh!" you moaned long and low, losing yourself in the pleasure he was giving you, getting light-headed as he kept drinking. "I have never felt so- Carmy-"

It was a pitiful and breathy sound and he stopped.

"Sorry," he exhaled, blood covering his lips. "You were right."

"About?" you could feel yourself drifting out of consciousness and him carrying you to his couch.

"The carrots," he said, like it was obvious. "Tremendous."

You giggled and passed out.

It all made sense after that: The Bear never opened before dusk, the long NDAs the staff had to sign before they were hired, the neverending list of secrets Carmy possessed.

"I could write about this, about you," you threatened the next time you saw him.

"You could. No one would believe you," he threatened right back. "I wouldn't feed you or bite you ever again either."

God help you, he was addicting. And so things stayed like that. You reviewed top tier restaurants and Carmy sampled them from you, gifting you dinners at The Bear and pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced. Sometimes you fucked, sometimes you didn't. It was strange but it worked.

You grabbed his neck, angling his face and your body to invite him to bite you - guiding him towards that spot near your nape.

"Not yet," he murmured. "Think it would taste better if you came first. Desserts always do."

"Alright. If you must," you faked disinterest, now focusing your efforts on bringing his hips closer, grinding against his half hard cock, humming at the feeling of it through your clothes. "Mmm... Does it really make a difference?"

"Yes. Can't describe it really. You're the one that's good with words," he deflected, his hands busy getting you naked, untangling the pantyhose from your legs.

"Try," you insisted.

"Mmm," he kissed up your legs, following the line of some vein or artery, you assumed. "It makes the blood brighter, almost effervescent. And your heart beats harder - it's like it rushes to meet my tongue."

"Fuck," you hummed.

This was your version of dirty talk, and you enjoyed it immensely. If nothing else came out of this situationship, perhaps you'd write a cryptic poetry book or something.

He climbed up your body, his face level with yours, moving one strand of hair behind your ear.

"What are you thinking about?"

You shrugged. "There's so much I still don't know about you," you intertwined your fingers with his.

"Like?" he tilted his head.

"How long are these going to last?" you questioned looking at his tattoos.

"I actually don't know," he admitted. "I think they will fade but I'm not sure when."

You chuckled. "Bold choice to get them, then."

"You're inches away from my fangs," he reminded you dryly.

"I am," you arched your neck to kiss his jaw, then nip at his neck - he hissed.

His cock poked at your entrance, teasing. You opened your legs even wider, inviting him to ravage you.

"Fuck, you're warm," he exhaled as he entered you, inch by inch. Your nails scratched at his back, leaving no marks behind.

"Carmy," you whined, needy as he thrust in and out of your pussy. "Please."

"Mmm?"

You enclosed him with your legs, ankles crossed at his waist.

"Please," you begged, knowing well he wouldn't bite you until you came.

"Such a good girl for me," he praised, the tight grip of your pussy making him groan and go faster. You chased your peak, rubbing at your clit eagerly.

"You feel so perfect," you panted, the waves of your orgasm building, your hips bucking to meet his. "Fuck."

Wanton moans were falling from your lips as you became a mess underneath Carmy.

"Like that," he soothed, one hand moving to cup your breast and pinch your nipple, pushing you over the edge.

"Oh..." you sighed, feeling pleasure and electricity coursing through your veins, legs shaking around his waist.

"Fuck, that's it," he growled and bit you.

The pulsing intensity of your orgasm got mixed with a cloud of euphoria - you felt light and floaty, your pussy still fluttering around Carmy's cock as something else took over. His breath on your neck was feral and possessive as he drank from you.

"Carm..."

And there it was again, the world slowing down, tunnel vision, the only thing keeping you grounded was Carmy's hair between your fingers.

He let go, swiping his tongue over the bite mark, not letting one drop go to waste.

"You good?" he asked after a while, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"Mhmm," you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his.

He looked softer after he fed, a little warmth to his skin, he seemed more human.

"Can you stay a little while?" you asked.

His nose touched your forehead. "I'll wait until you fall asleep," he agreed. "I need to go back."

You smiled softly.

"Thanks for tonight," you said, slipping under the covers, the warmth of your bed quickly lulling you to sleep.

"Thank you," he said and kissed your forehead. "Rest."

[divinalu]

14 — All Nighter

"I'm here"

You announced your entry as you stepped past the door to the student council room and shut the door behind you.

Scaramouche offered a small nod of acknowledgment, not bothered to even lift his eyes off his computer screen. You cautiously stepped past papers and folders strewn about to make it to Scaramouche's desk, and stood silently behind his chair to observe his work.

The first thing you noticed was the page count.

Page 34 out of 528.

Wow. You cleared your throat, hoping Scaramouche would turn and give you a rundown on what needs to be down, but to your disappointment, he does little to acknowledge your presence.

You continued to wait around, not moving from your spot behind his chair, continuing to watch his computer screen as he taps away, slowly filling the seemingly endless space.

"Are you going to keep standing there? Or are you going to help me?" His voice broke the silence, sharp and accented with a tone of stress you've never heard on him before.

"I thought you were going to tell me what I need to do. Or at least tell me what's going on so I can pick up."

He rolled his eyes. Scaramouche inhaled deeply, then exhaled a long, breathy sigh. You felt the judgement of his stare, which was topped off with the darkest eyebags he's ever worn. His current state looked awful.

You moved to your desk and opened up your laptop, still unsure of what exactly to do, but attempting to follow along and help with the remainder of the work. The clock ticked monotonously as you two filled the room with the thick sound of keys tapping and syncopated sighs.

The clock continued to tick.

12 AM. Midnight.

You felt a yawn tug at your mouth and your eyes burned from staring into the screen for several hours.

You turned your attention to the purple haired man, who was still tapping into his laptop, albeit sluggish and barely awake. But the report was yet to be complete. Even though the two of you had spent hours hammering away, it was only at...

Page 296 out of 528.

Ugh.

"Hey, do you wanna take a break?" You suggested, surprisingly sounding more energetic than you felt. "Why don't we go outside and grab some fresh air, hm?"

Scaramouche blinked so slowly you almost thought he fell asleep right there. Once he opened his eyes, he languidly nodded and got up off his chair, almost stumbling onto his desk in the process.

He gave a silent nod towards the door and followed you out.

...

The two of you took a longer-than-expected walk, ending up at the far end of the campus. You entered a garden that was being maintained by the gardening club - you had reviewed their financial allocations recently - and found a bench surrounded by a wave of flowers, lit by dim kisses from the moon.

You made toward the bench, Scaramouche promptly following on your right shoulder. He slumped onto the wooden seat while you stood and took in his disheveled state for a moment. You'd already noticed the eye-bags and overly-tense face, but the moonlight painted a different picture. His face, framed by the neatly-kept leaves and the edge of your shadow was almost reflective of the moon. The stray hairs that were once the focus points of his head now melted into the backdrop, leaving only the shine of his hair. It was as though any imperfection you previously saw had vanished under the impression of the moon, disintegrated into the air and ground and leaves.

"Are you going to sit down?" His voice snapped you out of your stance.

Right, you'd been staring. You now noticed his deep indigo eyes as they bore into yours. And you swore you could see your reflection in them.

You sat down, leaving a respectable distance between the two of you. But, even at this distance, you could smell the faintest scent of cologne mixed into the breeze and sweeping scent of flowers.

"You know,"

He began, catching you off guard. He had never initiated a conversation with you unless it was necessary. You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, perhaps, it was the exhaustion speaking. Perhaps, it was the exhaustion making the decisions.

"Back in high school, I didn't like you."

Well, that was nice.

"But, I didn't hate you."

That caught your attention. "What do you mean?"

"I think, it was more..." He trailed off, blinking several times. "Jealousy?"

Jealousy?

"Of what?" You asked. Curiosity prodded at you.

He chuckled lightly in response. That's the first time you had ever heard such a genuine laugh from him. "A lot. You, Ajax, maybe even myself."

"That doesn't make any sense." You responded.

He turned his head to face you, then examined the distance between the two of you. "I'll leave you to figure out what that means." He whispered, smiling ever so slightly as he did so.

And your eyes widened, your heart beat just a little bit faster. What does he mean?

"I'm tired. I've been working on that piece of shit report for so long, and it's still not even close to being done." He sighed.

You sighed in response, matching his timbre. "You should've asked for my help earlier."

A scoff escaped his lips. You repeated your earlier sigh. This conversation was going everywhere and nowhere.

An idea popped into your head. A slightly dangerous idea, but it wasn't like you'd ever cared for precautions.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" You nervously started.

He hummed in response, and you assumed that he was affirmative.

"I know you said it wasn't my place but, I just really wanna know-"

"Is this about the restaurant yesterday?" He cut you off. Then he chuckled at your lack of response. Caught red-handed.

"Why do you wanna know so bad, hm?" He whipped his head to face yours, then leaned in close. Close enough that you could feel his breath. Too close. "Are you perhaps, jealous?" He whispered, and you felt the phantom of his lips moving.

"Umm..." You stammered slightly, the leaned back away from him. "No! I'm just... Curious!" You rolled your eyes and attempted to act as if you didn't just get totally flustered by his approach.

He only laughed in response. What a terrible response.

"Alright, if you'd like to know so badly." He moved closer, abandoning the gap you'd initially left. "I was having lunch with a friend who is interested in me, but I'm not interested in her." He played a faux frown on his face, as if empathising with the poor girl.

"Why would you do that?!" You almost yelled back at him, before remembering it was the middle of the night.

He simply shrugged. "I told her I had no interest, but she insisted. Told me something about..." He looked up to the stars, as if creating an allegory. "The stars, and their destined fate...? I wasn't really listening."

You just stared back in shock. "What the fuck?" You exclaimed. "If you aren't interested then just don't go out with the girl!"

"I told you, she insisted. Plus, she said it'd just be as friends. There was no date." He rolled his eyes, as if stating the obvious. "I'm not a total dickhead, you know? I've got boundaries and morals too."

"Yeah right," Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, "Like going on a date with a girl you aren't interested in."

"I told you it wasn't a date."

"Whatever."

Despite your little feud, he did not make any move to separate and replace the distance. Instead, he just stayed, sitting barely a centimetre from you. If you moved at all, you'd be touching.

"You said you weren't interested in her," You threw the topic back up again, "Is that because you're interested in someone else?"

He averted his eyes at this question. What an odd reaction. He didn't answer the question for a while either. Was there really that much to think about?

"That doesn't matter."

You noticed the aversion of his answer, and decided to not prod any further. Perhaps the first wise decision you've made tonight. However, after his curt response, the air hang quite heavy and empty simultaneously, leaving an awkward atmosphere between the two of you. Even more awkward with how close you'd been sitting. You desperately searched for something to change the subject and go back to some sort of back-and-forth, or maybe even find a way to get back to work. Though, a small glance towards his face quickly told you that neither one of you wanted to return to the current hell that was the student council room.

You opened your mouth, words coming out before they even processed in your brain. "Aren't you glad we came out for some air? The moon is so pretty tonight." And you hadn't been lying. The moon was stunning, full in all its glory and illustrating a small spectacle of the sun's reflection.

The response came so delayed you'd thought that maybe he hadn't heard you. "Yeah, really pretty." He breathed the words more than spoke, and a quick glance through your peripheral vision showed that he wasn't looking at the moon at all. Your heartbeat quickened.

He inhaled deeply and shut his eyes. Then, in one smooth movement, exhaled and lay his head upon your left shoulder. And stayed there. Your heartbeat sped up even more. It beat so loudly he might have even heard it. You lightly shook your head. It's the exhaustion.

Is he that tired?

You chanced a quick glance down at your phone screen.

3:48AM.

It was late. You decided that a small nap wouldn't hurt. Perhaps, it would even be better.

Scaramouche's breathing had evened out. You followed his earlier routine, inhaled deeply, then exhaled and carefully lay your head onto his and shut your eyes as well.

A quick nap, then back to work.

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Note: All I'm gonna say is sleep deprivation does crazy things. Also I wrote this at like 1am and didn't rlly proofread it so sorry for any mistakes!

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Joseph Decosimo, Luke Richardson, Cleek Schrey — Beehive Cathedral (Dear Life)

Three Appalachian traditionalists infuse old songs (and one new one) with a sprightly freshness in this joyful outing. The fiddles wail, the banjo stings, the pump organ drones in a dense mesh of music that lives and breathes as if it was just dreamed up, though of course, it wasn’t.

The three are Joseph Decosimo, a champion banjo player and a blue-ribbon winning fiddler and a devoted interpreter of Tennessean musical lore, whose While You Were Slumbering Dusted reviewed in 2023. “Decosimo’s arrangements are spare and rich at the same time, paring songsdown to the bone then cushioning them with subtle harmonies, breathy drones of pump organ and fiddle,” I wrote then, and it’s even more true now, given the addition of Luke Richardson and Cleek Schey, two like-minded music foragers.

Luke Richardson is a master of clawhammer and fingerstyle banjo, a teacher and performer (alongside Decosimo) with the string band known as the Bucking Mules. Cleek Schrey, who plays the deep-toned hardanger d’amore here, teaches music at Princeton and sometimes explores the more experimental side of his stringed instrument in collaborations with David Behrman and Alvin Lucier. On this occasion, however, he sticks mostly to the old ways, looping velvety dark swathes of fiddle over dancing pizzicato and laying a meditative aura of pump organ over “Rockingham.”

Decosimo pays tribute to Clyde Davenport in opener “Betty Baker,” a gleeful barn dance whose two fiddles move in and out of the music like square dancers stepping lightly without colliding. There’s a lilt and a joy to it, as the regular cadence of banjo marks out time amid lush, sustained strings. The song is one of many that Davenport taught Decosimo before he died in 2020; he’s learned many of them from his father, born in 1868.

Richardson brought in “Can’t Jump Josie,” a sunny ramble of banjo that he first heard on old field recording set to tape in Alabama, just over the line from Tennessee. These songs, in general, predate modernity (and electricity), but the trio gives them lively, organic relevance, without changing them much, if at all.

There is one new song in “Chimes,” which Richardson wrote while experimenting with a custom-built six-string banjo he inherited from the late Thomas Jackson. It’s a short piece, all banjo, and indeed, a good deal more modern sounding than anything else on the disc. It leads directly into “Cluck Old Hen,” however, another jumping, heel-kicking interval of rural pre-war celebration. Which is, maybe the point, that there’s joy and life in these old songs.  You may not have a hen or a barn or a pig in your life, but when the fiddles start up, your toe still starts to twitch.

Jennifer Kelly

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Review: Family Video’s newest gritty alt-rock, power-pop hybrid ‘Continental Drift’ explores the chaos of life in a raw mesh of sound

The Charlotte, NC-based group of synthpunk misfits Family Video have been obsessed with pushing electronic instruments past their breaking points since they first entered the music scene in 2018. Through strange creations and meticulously crafted indie pop songs, their work has found its footing in familiarity with the always necessary amount of experimentation to keep it fresh. Now with a fully-established live-show setup and a discography filled to the brim, the band are ready and raring to take over 2024 with some new music, beaming with more than one single following ‘Problem With My Heart’ and now their ever-daring ‘Continental Drift’.

With a self-proclaimed scuzz-rock power-pop hybrid, ‘Continental Drift’ is anything but afraid, blaring from the get-go with the rowdy, full-on energy you’d hope for from a band known for stepping outside the boundaries of any one genre. With a fuzzy amp distortion that leads into gritty electric guitar whirs and steady, tinny styled drums, the nature of ‘Continental Drift’ instantly feels very raw and industrial, down-to-the-bone completely unapologetically. It’s instantly as far from typical indie-pop as you could get, delving beneath with a gnarly sort of alt-rock energy infused by garage and punk stylistic choices too. The low-toned, breathy vocals are the perfect complementary addition, continuing that old-school energy even further.

From here forwards, ‘Continental Drift’ finds itself pulled back and forth in a number of ways, evolving in sound before the choruses distinct shift. With backing vocals that encourage a chant-along performance from you while you listen along, to the additions of whirring electronic contortions, changing rhythms, new drum beats and darker guitar, it’s completely mesmerising. The vocals also break out of their more contained performance, climbing into louder half spoken, half sung and partially shouted lines that are no longer just breathy but completely demanding too.

It’s all rather wonderful, a driving a force of sound that’s best appreciated for being at its angstiest, rawest form, not touched up but certainly still perfected. This real, unfiltered sound is one that seems to mirror the lyrical confessions too, with moments that reflect and sing ‘spend my whole life going to bed on time, take a look around and you’re barely alive.’ Through these intimate admissions, we feel the constraints of the rules woven into our lives, stuck in cyclical routines and losing the essence of what it is to truly live. Continuing ‘baby, baby, please don’t leave me’ it almost feels our protagonist is losing someone that took them outside of this pattern, desperate for them to stay so they don’t return to old habits and hollow existences. There’s so much going on through ‘Continental Drift’ that it’s really hard to ever pin it down to just one thing though, seemingly displaying a few conflicting narratives all at once, perhaps intended to be a jumbled mess of thoughts fighting for attention all at once as to explore the overwhelming nature of life.

Whichever way it resonates, or if you just want to dance, ‘Continental Drift’ is there for you in whatever way you need it. Just be sure to keep listening for yourself here!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Graham Morrison

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Lana Del Rey: Did You Know That There's a Tunnel Under Ocean BLVD? An album Review.

Lana Del Rey's second outing for me leaves a more lasting impression.

In 2021, Lana Del Rey dropped "Chemtrails Over the Country Club." I remember listening to it, but I never revisited or retained the thoughts I had on that album. That was the first time I heard Lana or any of her songs. Some day I will revisit that album with a fresh outlook. Her latest album, "Did You Know That There's a Tunnel Under Ocean BLVD?" is a fucking mouthful.

It's also pretty good and sticks more to my memory.

On March 24th, 2023, Lana Del Rey dropped "Ocean BLVD." Her 9th studio album takes influence from other genres such as dance, soul, psychedelic, and others. The mixture of styles amounts to a solid project by the singer.

The album starts powerfully with "The Grants." In the track, Lana carries memories of her loved ones even into the afterlife. The song sets a par for the course for the majority of the album. Everything that works with this song works with other tracks across the board. Lana's voice is hauntingly stunning. Her breathy voice impresses as she goes incredibly personal with the opening song. Lyrically, her pen game is extravagant as she weaves poetry with quotable after quotable. With a soothing piano accompanying already stellar vocals and lyrics, Lana knocks it out of the park with the opener.

I'd wish the rest of the album maintained this consistency.

The lyrics across the board, along with solid vocals and production, contribute to a compelling album. "Ocean BLVD" is so competent. But it also feels sooooooooo long. If your album is going to be over an hour, you must proceed to create something godlike with the songs you craft. There aren't any bad songs on the album, but perhaps some songs could've been cut to make the album feel more of a breeze as a listen. Some tracks in the middle of the album start blending together at some point, not standing out much. What also fails to stand out are the features on the album. Jon Batiste, Tommy Genesis, and others' presence feel lacking. Thankfully, Lana Del Rey is there to carry her album immensely.

One exception is the song "Paris, Texas." In the song, Lana travels from Paris to Alabama, and the subject of her crumbling relationship back at home remains apparent. That song features SYML and is easily my favorite of the songs with features.

I'll wrap this up quickly. This album is really good but could be better if it were shorter. I'd cut some of the songs that come after "Paris, Texas" and leave it at that. 3.5/5.

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Tyler Posey – UNRAVEL

On the genre-fluid debut LP by Tyler Posey, he channels his love for punk rock, screamo, and hardcore music on a 16-track opus known as UNRAVEL. The set was produced by Matt Malpass and John Feldmann, and it expands upon the ideas Posey tinkered with on his first two EPs (Drugs and Scumbag). When speaking on the direction of his self-released set, Posey shared, “Being an independent artist, there is a lot of freedom, and that’s exactly what this album is. Freedom. It’s got every genre: from screamo, hardcore punk, to chill beach vibes. Listen to it from start to finish in order to really experience the ride that is UNRAVEL, my first full length LP!” With a little bit of everything thrown into the mix on UNRAVEL, Tyler Posey solidifies himself as a key artist to watch this year and beyond. The album opens aggressively with fast-paced punk energy on “Get Out Alive,” that has a sound reminiscent of Zebrahead and early Green Day. Posey turns towards a more Alt-Rock styling on “Attic” as he growls above the guitar chords to showcase his improvements as a songwriter. The song features a great pre-chorus that sets up a thrilling hook in the chorus. An early album standout is the single, “Lemon,” that was also featured on Posey’s Paramount+ hit movie Teen Wolf: The Movie. The single bounces along over the bass guitar line as he sways with confidence over each pointed lyric. ”Understand” brings a little bit of balance to the record with a mid-tempo groove that puts the focus on Posey’s vocals in the mix brought forth. It’s a nice combination of pop-rock that is reminiscent of Autopilot Off paired with the punk sneer of Gob. “I Fall Alone” is a song about the pitfalls of one-sided relationships, while ���Standing on the Edge” pumps along with great punk rock spirit that has a great chorus that has John Feldmann’s production blueprint all over it. Other songs in the middle of sequencing like “World Class Loser” find Posey paying homage to classic pop-punk, but with a great writing style to make these influences feel fresh. Add in a slow-building ballad in “Gravity” and Tyler Posey continues to showcase his depth and improvement as a songwriter. The back half opens with some self-deprecating songs like “Shit Parade” and “Piece of Shit” that signal a change in Posey’s overall outlook. The latter track brings forth some of those “beach vibes” that Posey promised on the album, while “Don’t Mind Me” features some vocal effects and breathy vocals on the chorus before a near-rapped verse to add some variety to UNRAVEL. “Runnin'” brings back the island-infused melodies and “Out Loud” adds a bit more tempo to the chill vibes being put out. The title track comes all the way at the end of the record, and does its best to mix all of the styles found on the LP into one song. Overall, there’s a lot to like on Tyler Posey’s debut LP. While some may argue that he doesn’t stray far enough from his pop-punk influences, I’d point out that these expansions in his artistic direction signal the endless possibilities of where he could take his music next. Tyler Posey may not have fully arrived yet, but he’s making the music world a lot more interesting. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/reviews/tyler-posey-unravel/

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West of Roan — Queen of Eyes (Spinster)

There’s a Roan Mountain in Eastern Tennessee, an area steeped in Appalachian tradition: string bands, murder ballads, mountain hops and frolics. It’s not clear if that’s the Roan that these two members of Doran are referencing, or if it’s a corruption or Rona, an island in the Hebrides. Both seem plausible and also a little off since West of Roan’s music exists not on a map but in a twilight space of imagination and reverie. These songs are fed by the old tunes and tales but drift loose from them in misty trance. The music of West of Roan is tragic, and also, a bit of magic, a dark fairy tale of loss and longing, etched in guitar picking, plangent drones and minor-key harmonies.

The two musicians in West of Roan were key members of Doran, the alt-traditionalist quartet whose self-titled debut made my best of list for 2021. It appears that West of Roan predates Doran, since my review references the band as a predecessor for Annie Schermer and Channing Showalter.  In any case, it is very much of the same fog-bound, spirit-haunted world. The wheeze of pump organ works a spell, the keening violins weave hypnotically, and their fluttering voices sound both ancient and fresh, as if those hearts had been broken just today.

Schermer and Showalter made these songs with the barest of equipment, according to them, “one microphone, one computer, one cord, and one bench the two sat on.” And still the textures are rich and varied, an agile patter of picked guitar, a vibrant wash of fiddle, a breathy, vibrato-laced melody. The harmonies in “Let No One Steal Your Thyme” are dizzyingly beautiful, tight, dark, and melancholy. That’s the lone actual traditional song in an album that sounds like it’s full of them; it’s dedicated to Annie Briggs, a clear touchstone for these artists.

“The Queen of Eyes” is likewise, slow and flickering, the steady progression of guitar notes marking the passage of time, the fiddle and intertwined voices making it stop altogether. “Sing, sing to me,” Schermer trills, in a voice so quiet, so filled with feeling that it seems it must overflow. And then the echo comes, “Sing, sing to me,” an answer, a comfort, a bit of reassurance that one it not entirely solitary.

Some of these songs edge so far into minimalism that they hardly seem like folk at all, more like a religious rite or meditation. A single pulsing drone runs all the way through “The White Crow,” for instance, shifting in little surges of volume, tiny alterations of tone, but fundamentally constant, like the hum of the universe, an anchor under human mutability.

This is a lovely record, rich and sorrowful in parts, playful and quick-fingered in others. It will not make you sad, but rather locate your own sadness and echo it back like a tuning fork, a reminder that we share the struggle and transcend it only together.

Jennifer Kelly

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Review: The ethereal indie artist Chloé Sautereau shares new intimate single ‘Catch My Fall Again’, grieving fresh heartbreak in an acoustic sound

The Swiss born and raised, New York based singer-songwriter Chloé Sautereau has slowly but surely finding her place within the music scene, catching the eyes of fans of artists like Amy Allen, FINNEAS and Julia Michaels. Sharing bare-faced pop that blurs catchy hooks with intimate storytelling, every one of Chloé’s releases holds her heart in their hands, but her newest ‘Catch My Fall Again’ might be the most vulnerable yet.

Falling between the dainty edges of a folk-pop sound, ‘Catch My Fall Again’ exudes a blueness swept amidst tender tones, reaching out with a sincerity you could only otherwise find between the pages of a diary. As a carefully finger-picked acoustic guitar riff sets the tone, ‘Catch My Fall Again’ flows through a sound so effortlessly soft and aching, taking a minimalist instrumental approach as to leave Chloé’s poignant message front and centre to be heard. Her words soon resonate through the sound to deliver such a story, weaving between airy highs and more low-toned, breathy confessions, all the while haunting backing vocals add an echo to the occasional striking word. Those small touches add a hint of company to the isolated sound though, as despite Chloé’s words carrying an untameable agony, there’s a sense of finding peace and safety within oneself rather than from afar. The riff switches to a brighter adjustment for the choruses focal point, a moment of unequivocal sorrow and yet cascading ethereality all at once. Though the sound is limited in the few instruments it bears, the crafted soundscape of ‘Catch My Fall Again’ still delivers a meaning that through guitar and vocals alone weighs heavy.

As always with Chloé, ‘Catch My Fall Again’ embraces some of her most personal experiences and pens them in a way that allows her to process and grieve alongside thousands of others’ resonating to her every word. As she depicts an achingly explorative journey through heartbreak, ‘Catch My Fall Again’ looks not just to connect through its pain, but equally an allowance to express and feel your emotions when living through it. Even the title finds itself bearing meaning, playing on words from song titles exchanged with the person it's written about. Opening with the line ‘you said life was lonely without me, and now I’m left’, Chloé seems to contemplate every word and broken promise she’s left with, wondering how their feelings could’ve twisted from such security to a departure. Her words seep with an acknowledgement of her solitude too, no longer quite knowing her place without the one she carved a life beside, now finding things need to be rebuilt alone. Continuing ‘my days were lasting longer’, a sense of depression washes over her familiar tale as heartbreak consumes everything, an unrelenting hopelessness, emptiness and desperate plea to be reunited that cannot be granted. As life by herself makes every minute pass slower, every second less enjoyable, every breath more strained than the last, Chloé is unafraid to share the truth of how world-shattering losing the one you love can be. Even asking, ‘won’t you please put me out of my misery?’, Chloé wishes to no longer find herself living through these unbearable moments. In many ways her words remind that breakups can be just as torturous as a sudden death, finding yourself yearning for someone you can no longer have in the same way, no longer be close with and no longer find a home in the arms of, yet we all still look for ways to numb that missing piece with photos and mementos of what we once had:‘no one said it would be this hard, I never think I would go as far as to play your voice again through my headphones.’ Nods to songs like ‘chasing cars’ alongside reminiscing on things lost, every haunting world of Chloé’s emotional outpouring is one that is universally relatable in the way we find ourselves reminded of those we once loved in the smallest of things: ‘I’m growing tired of chasing cars alone, a little scared that I’m forgetting your cologne’

Check out ‘Catch My Fall Again’ for yourself here to appreciate Chloé’s always mesmerising sound, touching on both sincerity and sorrow all at once.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

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