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[thenwothm]

INTERVIEW: BIWO (GERMANY)

Emerging from Castrop-Rauxel, Germany, the up-and-coming heavy metal outfit Biwo has swiftly garnered attention. Their recent release, “Life and Death,” not only revealed their musical evolution but also their unwavering passion. We had the chance to speak with Sven about their journey and forthcoming plans, and it’s evident that Biwo’s talent and determination are poised to leave a substantial…

[howheavythisaxe]

Edguy are an underrated heavy metal treasure. When I have a little more money I shall continue my quest of owning their discography on cd

[art-life-music]

Steffen Kern (German, 1988), Cheese, 2024. Ink and coloured pencil, 60 × 60 cm.

[comerhastamorir]

Me encanta este tema, y el disco completo también!

[wizardscrown]

Luzifer 🇩🇪

One of my favorite discoveries during 2022 when i first listened to their full length Iron Shackles. However, this EP also blew my mind due to its similarities of Heavy Load 🇸🇪 and Mercyful Fate 🇩🇰. Two of the very bands I genuinely enjoy so much! Really good NWOTHM imo.

[bitter69uk]

“Nina Hagen is at once the most outlandish of rock clowns and the most intensely committed and flaked-out female pop visionary since Patti Smith herself.”

/ From Tim Holmes’ review of the album Nina Hagen in Ekstasy (1985) in Rolling Stone /

Released forty years ago this month (February 1985) by CBS records: Nina Hagen in Ekstasy, the berserk German punk diva’s third solo studio album. Don’t compare it to Hagen’s earlier futuristic avant-garde science fiction tour de force Nunsexmonkrock (1982) and Ekstasy is a blast on its own terms (and it’s been a perennial favourite of mine since I was a teenager). The cover depicts Hagen as a punk rock Jayne Mansfield complete with shocking fuchsia hair extensions. The music inside more than lives up to this persona (aptly described by The Village Voice’s Evelyn McDonnell as “extraterrestrial demon-child”): it’s an anything goes explosion of lurid maximalist bad taste, gleefully throwing heavy metal, punk, psychedelia (she covers “Spirit in the Sky” by Norman Greenbaum), hip hop, reggae and dance music into the mix. As ever, Hagen’s lyrics offer her crackpot ruminations on religion, spirituality, UFOs and politics (especially Russian politics). Never one for false modesty, on “Prima Nina in Ekstasy" Hagen declares, “I love myself and I know who I am / Don't you be afraid, doc / I'm the queen of punk rock …” “Universal Radio” is one of the catchiest things she ever did. Her version of “My Way” matches Sid Vicious’ rendition for ferocity. Growling “Go down on your knees and pray for peace …” on “The Lord’s Prayer”, Hagen seemingly channels Linda Blair in The Exorcist. And her repeated references to “ekstasy” perhaps hint at what she was dabbling in at the time. To be fair, CBS gave the album a major push: did they think Hagen could be their equivalent to Cyndi Lauper or Madonna? As Trouser Press’ critic concluded, “Hagen’s rampant individuality almost precludes mass comprehension, let alone full-scale popularity.”

[nightisthenotion]

Mille Petrozza of Kreator

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[frauschneidersfrau]

So, could you write a richard smut with Lots of fluff... maybe on a hot summer day, like that. Thankss :)

yay! thank you for this request! hope you enjoy!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 〣 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞

the following story is indeed smutty, but the lovely kind. the warnings are as follows; it’s just sex.

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THE SUN BLAZED HIGH IN THE SKY, casting a golden hue over the quiet countryside. A soft breeze teased the long grass, carrying the scent of wildflowers and the distant echo of cicadas. The heat was almost oppressive, pressing down like a heavy blanket, making the air shimmer and wave. In the middle of this sun-soaked paradise, you found yourself lying under the shade of a large oak tree, enjoying the brief respite from the relentless summer sun.

Next to you, stretched out lazily on the soft blanket, was Richard. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the glistening sheen of sweat on his chest, a few stray drops trailing down his toned abs. His dark hair was damp and tousled, falling carelessly over his intense eyes as he looked at you, a lazy smile playing on his lips. Despite the heat, or maybe because of it, everything felt slow and languid, the world seeming to narrow down to just the two of you in this secluded spot.

“Too hot for you?” Richard asked, his deep voice rough but teasing. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. The warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“It’s perfect,” you replied, your voice soft, almost a whisper. “Just like this.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, resonating through the stillness. “You always know how to make a man feel good,” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. His lips were warm, a contrast to the cool shade, and the simple touch made your heart flutter.

The two of you had escaped to this hidden spot, far from the chaos of his life on the road. Here, there were no cameras, no fans, and no distractions—just the hum of nature and the steady thrum of your heartbeats, in sync with each other.

You shifted closer to him, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Richard wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your back. It was moments like these that you cherished the most—when the world fell away and it was just you and him, wrapped up in the simplicity of your love.

“You know,” he began, his voice a soft rumble, “I could stay like this forever. Just us, away from everything else.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as you savoured the feel of his heartbeat against your cheek. “Me too,” you murmured, your fingers trailing over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath. “It’s perfect.”

The heat of the day wrapped around you both, a cocoon of warmth and comfort. Richard’s hand slid up to tangle in your hair, his fingers gentle, but firm as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark.

“Come here,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss that seemed to melt the world around you. The warmth of his mouth, the taste of him, was intoxicating, making you lose yourself in the softness of his touch. His kiss was unhurried, savouring every second as if time had stopped, leaving only the two of you in this perfect, sun-drenched moment.

Without a word, you crawled over to him, straddling his hips. His hands immediately found your waist, fingers gripping tightly as he pulled you closer, his touch hot against your skin. You could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against you, even through the layers of clothing, and it sent a surge of desire straight to your core.

“Richard…” you breathed, your voice thick with need. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. He responded instantly, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that matched your own. His hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt, his touch sending sparks of electricity across your skin.

“God, I want you,” he growled against your lips, his voice rough and raw. He pulled back just enough to yank your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly before diving back in, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You gasped, arching into him as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more. His hands slid down to your shorts, deftly undoing the button and pushing them down your hips. You lifted yourself just enough to help him, and in a matter of seconds, you were left bare before him.

Richard’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, his gaze smouldering with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He reached out, running his hands over your body, tracing every curve, every dip as if committing it all to memory.

The intensity of his touch, the heat of his gaze, sent a rush of arousal pooling between your thighs. You needed him—now. You leaned down, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, grinding your hips against him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against you. He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you, only stoking the fire that burned within.

“Patience,” he murmured, though his voice was strained as if he was barely holding onto control. His hands gripped your hips, stilling your movements as he rolled you onto your back, his body pressing down on top of yours. The weight of him, the feel of his skin against yours, was intoxicating.

But patience was the last thing on your mind. You reached down between you, unbuttoning his pants with trembling fingers, eager to feel him, to take him inside you. Richard hissed in pleasure as you freed his cock, the thick, rigid length pulsing with need. He kicked off his pants, leaving you both bare to each other, the heat of the day matched only by the fire in your veins.

For a moment, he paused, his eyes locked on yours, filled with an emotion that went deeper than just desire. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice rough with passion.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice breathless, full of want.

And then, there was no more holding back. Richard claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss as he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch, the fullness, was overwhelming, but it was everything you needed.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. “Please, Richard,” you gasped, your nails digging into his back. “Don’t hold back.”

With a low growl, he began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The pace was slow at first, teasing, but it quickly grew more intense, more urgent. His hips snapped against yours, driving into you with a ferocity that stole your breath, his mouth leaving a trail of heated kisses along your collarbone, your neck, your lips.

Every movement, every touch, was filled with passion, with need. The world around you dissolved, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in each other, lost in the pleasure that built and built until it was almost too much to bear. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, tight and hot, ready to snap.

“Come for me,” Richard growled, his voice rough, desperate. “Let go.”

His words were your undoing. With a cry, you shattered around him, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. Your body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and with a few more powerful thrusts, he followed you over the edge, spilling into you with a low, guttural moan.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the summer evening. Slowly, Richard collapsed beside you, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around you as you both came down from the high.

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice soft, full of awe.

You smiled, your heart still racing, but now with a deep, contented warmth. “So are you,” you murmured, snuggling closer into his embrace.

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the heat of the day gave way to the coolness of the night, but the warmth between you and Richard remained, burning brightly, as intense and passionate as ever.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the sultry air. “I love you,” he whispered, the words hanging between you like a promise.

You smiled, your heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace. “I love you too, Richard.”

With the sun sinking lower in the sky, the two of you lay together, content in each other’s arms, letting the warmth of the day fade into the coolness of the evening. There was no rush, no need to do anything but be together. As the stars began to peek through the twilight, you knew that this moment, this perfect, quiet love, was something you would carry with you always.

[cursecuelebre]

Heilung Appreciate Post!!

I just love this band and I’m grateful for them help me to be connected to my ancestors and my pagan path especially my Norse pagan path. Help me gain inspiration and energy through their music.

[thenwothm]

TYRAN SIGN MULTI ALBUM DEAL WITH LISTENABLE RECORDS

Listenable Records is thrilled to announce the signing of German Heavy Metal powerhouse TYRAN under a multi-album deal! To celebrate, the band has unleashed a blistering lyric video for their anthem “Protectors of Metal”, giving fans a taste of the raw energy and power-packed sound from their upcoming album, Tyran’s Oath. Pre-orders for the highly anticipated album are now live, with both vinyl…

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[adriheavymetal]

Warlock Holding Me 🤘🎹🎸🎼🎤🥁 love Doro my Metal Queen forever, always my biggest hero of Metal

[signofthefloss]

these two are married.