#helloween live

[j-tillow]

[bleach69]

NIRVANA, 31.10.91 - Paramount Theatre, Seattle, WA 🇺🇸🎃.

[wizardscrown]

honestly, i’m so happy how my baby is turning out 🤍

🚧 work in progress 🚧

[metalsongoftheday]

Friday, October 4: Helloween, "Do You Know What You’re Fighting For"

Keeper of the Seven Keys: The Legacy wasn’t in the same league as the two predecessors it referenced, but it did provide a clear view of the dynamics and basic power structure within Helloween: by 2005 Andi Deris was not only their longest-serving frontman by a comfortable stretch, but basically dominated as a songwriter, composing roughly half the material on this and subsequent records on his own.  This resulted in Michael Weikath playing a secondary role in the band he started, while by the same token the songs he contributed could be seen as a reflection of the state of mind of the mercurial guitarist.  So “Do You Know What You’re Fighting For”, while musically fitting in with Deris’ material, showed a distinct point of view, and here found Weikath focused and purposeful.  The riffing and arrangement were a bit jumpier than usual, giving then-new drummer Dani Löble space to flex, and the lyrics were a bit startling in their directness, but Deris committed fully and gave the lyrics weight and force.  After a stretch of ponderous and occasionally unfocused tracks, this song was a welcome return to clarity and illustrated that Weikath, when he was invested in his work, could still deliver memorable tunes.

[bruisedprincess999]

Hello dear friends! ❤🤍🖤💚

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Our lives are harsh because we lack all the basic necessities of life. Everything has become scarce and unattainable. There is no food, no water, no medicine.

So, I ask you to help me keep my family safe and alive, especially after we had lost all our sources of livelihood.Please do not leave my family to struggle and suffer these difficult days alone. You can support my campaign by donating whatever you can or by sharing my posts to reach others who can help us survive the war to safety and peace. You are helping the lives of many people with your small contribution. Every donation makes a difference in our very difficult lives. But this is a legitimate campaign and has been checked by 90-ghost.

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[titleknown]

Hello, I am Xavier X. Xolomon , Monsterologist and Understudy to The Librarian Of Babel. I hope you forgive my absence, as I have been... busy. 

But to you today I bring a special for this time of fell omens: Profiles of thirty-one citizens of the states of Hell, a place most misunderstood in your material plane not for the depths of its horrors but the nature of what those horrors are.

To understand the state of Hell you must understand one fundamental truth: The Devil is a loser. 

His best chance at dethroning God was the fall, and it was doomed from the start. He is never going to get a chance like that again. 

Heaven considers his place a cosmic backwater, no threat when compared to things like The Machine or Nemesis The Anti-Sun. But he cannot bring himself to understand this, for to do so would shatter further his thirteen faces.

His realm is a cosmic mistake, a wound where generations toil in service of a goal that can never be completed to start a war they cannot win. 

It is a place where not just the tortured but the torturers live in misery. Where power crushes love beneath its foot and they say that every demon is a king, but in a way that belies no comprehension of the horror of that statement.

It is, perhaps, more akin to your world than you or I would perhaps care to admit. 

Unto this realm they tell you to abandon all hope, ye who enter here, but here I tell you to hold onto your hopes, as tightly as possible. You'll need them to survive here.

-Xavier X. Xolomon , Monsterologist and Understudy to The Librarian Of Babel

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SO! I have yet another project, this time it's a simple one, 31 demons over the rest of this Halloween season! Because I made a few and then decided that's what I was going to do!

The vibe of the hell-scene here's meant to make one think of John Martin-type grandiose scenes but combined with the very specific US-based hell-nightmare of a non-walkable city! My version of Hell is generally a lot like this, half great and terrible grandeur, half shitty mundane Bush/Trump-era America vibes. Hopefully the opening text provided that.

I hope you enjoy, as I've got a lot in the pipe, and as per usual the whole descriptions, designs, ectcetera from this project are free to use as you see fit under a CC-BY 4.0 license so long as I; Thomas F. Johnson, am credited as their creator!

[adriheavymetal]

Metal Invaders !! love this song 🎼🎃 I Love Kai on the stage also fucking badass and super 🔥🔥🎤🤐👅🙈 🤘💀🔥🎼😎🎃🎃🎃

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[bravenew-what]

If I could eat Where The Rain Grows i would

[fun-sized-owl]

I broke the tags... this was only a portion LOL

[slrmagazine]

HELLOWEEN Launch Thrilling "Save Us" Performance Video From Upcoming Live Release

HELLOWEEN Launch Thrilling "Save Us" Performance Video From Upcoming Live Release, Live At Budokan due out next month via RPM. #helloween @helloweenorg

Live At Budokan due out next month via RPM HELLOWEEN are turning up the heat as they gear up for their monumental 40th anniversary world tour in 2025/2026 and tease a brand-new studio album! But before diving into the next chapter, the metal legends are giving their fans one last epic thrill from their chart-topping self-titled album with the release of Live At Budokan on December 13, 2024…

[j-tillow]

[gbhbl]

Helloween Heat Fans Up With 'Eagle Fly Free' Performance Taken From Live At Budokan!

Exciting things are underway: as they record the follow-up to their highly acclaimed 2021 self-titled album with producer Charlie Bauerfeind, metal legends Helloween treat fans to another preview from their upcoming Live At Budokan release.

Exciting things are underway: as they record the follow-up to their highly acclaimed 2021 self-titled album with producer Charlie Bauerfeind, metal legends Helloween treat fans to another preview from their upcoming Live At Budokan release. This high-octane rendition of their timeless classic, “Eagle Fly Free”, captures the unmistakable chemistry between the band and the spirited Japanese…

[pory-z]

hammerfall and helloween are playing at the wacken tonight and honestly i think it's a crime against my person that i missed them a second time

[metalsongoftheday]

Friday, April 5: Helloween, "Warrior"

R.I.P. Ingo Schwichtenberg (1965-1995)

Helloween’s debut EP was an inadvertent rallying cry for a new movement that, while running in parallel with the rapid development of thrash in America and including many of the same influences, soon became its own thing and has arguably persisted longer than any other subgenre in metal history.  But “Warrior” didn’t necessarily signal the birth of power metal: Kai Hansen’s frenzied yelping had little of the precision and soaring glory of Michael Kiske, and the music was just too fast and frantic for anyone to really process what was going on.  But Helloween (after a couple years of woodshedding in earlier groups like Iron Fist and Powerfool) was clearly on to something, because “Warrior” was super-fast, ultra-heavy and incredibly catchy in equal measure, and even Metallica wasn’t operating at quite this level (though to be fair they were really on their own level).  Most of all, the band’s joy at playing this kind of music was always palpable, as was their hunger, and that made even their most unhinged early material such fun.

[octuscle]

Halloween party “Road to Bangalore”

“What do you say I go as an Indian prince?” Clive rolled his eyes. His roommate Parker was a real narcissist. In love with himself to the tips of his toes. Parker only knew about lectures and the library from hearsay. He was actually only to be found in the gym and at cosmetics. The fact that he wasn't collecting any credits for his bachelor's degree? Never mind. If need be, his old man would simply buy him university. Parker's parents were supposedly immensely rich. No wonder Parker could buy anything. The jewels he was adorned with at the Helloween party were probably all real. Freshly bought. Or from his mother's jewelry box, who had once been a famous Hollywood diva. The pigeon egg-sized red ruby that adorned Parker's turban was said to be possessed by an even more powerful curse than the Hope Diamond. Allegedly, unlike its previous owners, it had survived the All Saints' quake in Lisbon, the sinking of the Lusitania, the crash of the Hindenburg and the Great Chicago Fire. Parker didn't care about such stories. He was all about the ahhs and ahhs when he walked into the room. Luckily for him, in 1988 there were no discussions about cultural appropriation and the like. Tonight, all that mattered was glitz and glamor. And that Parker had sex at the end of the evening. Clive knew the game. Once again, no one would be good enough for his roommate. And in the end he would have to fuck him.

Of course, the oohs and ahhs Parker had expected were there. He was the star of the party. The photographer who took pictures of the guests was almost exclusively busy taking pictures of Parker with other guests. Clive, who wore a relatively inconspicuous Tarzan costume, was virtually invisible despite his athletic body. He knew that. Next to Parker, everyone else was invisible unless they stood directly in the radiant light that surrounded Parker. And Clive only stood in this light for a few seconds at a time when he was allowed to bring Parker a drink. Parker's mood got worse and worse. On the one hand because he was getting drunker and drunker. And when he was drunk, he got in a bad mood. And on the other hand, because no one met his high standards as a stud for the night. And the drunker he was, the higher his standards became.

It was 2:00 a.m. when Clive took the initiative. It was time to go home. Parker was drunk and becoming increasingly obnoxious. Clive pushed his way through the equally inebriated crowd to the hall phone and called a cab. The lady at the taxi company promised that a car would be there in ten minutes. Clive pulled the slurring Parker out of a group of admirers, put his coat on him and walked him outside. It was chilly. Hopefully that'll sober him up a bit before sex, Clive thought to himself as he lit a cigarette. Unfortunately, the taxi arrived too Until he started snoring. Oh shit, Clive thought. Parker was a big guy. He wouldn't be able to get him up the stairs by himself. Again, he made eye contact with the driver. The driver winked. They understood each other without words.

They had laboriously taken Parker to their room and laid him on his bed. They had taken off his costume. Clive asked if the cab driver could put the costume on. He would like to see it on a real Indian. His Tarzan loincloth lifted with his boner. The Indian cab driver looked stunning. They kissed passionately. The Indian prince turned his back on Clive. They understood each other again without words. A little later, the tinkling of jewelry, moans, the slap of sweaty skin on sweaty skin and the snoring of Parker could be heard. After Clive and the cab driver collapsed exhausted on the bed and Clive massaged the cum that had spurted onto the Indian chest into his chest hair, he thought why he didn't have a normal roommate. And why Parker, this arrogant creep, didn't finally stop living in a perpetual party, in a fantasy world. In a just world, Parker would work hard for a living. And Clive would share a room in the student dormitory with the cute Indian cab driver.

Parker Kumar's parents had been fans of a TV series called “Parker Lewis” in the 1980s. He kept thinking to himself what a silly first name Parker was. It didn't matter, he had been given the nickname “Balu” in the gym at some point and he got through life with that name. In Bangalore, he had graduated with honors. If only he had stayed there. He could certainly have had a better career than becoming a team leader on the helpdesk here. A shitty job! And because he was the only one with a company cell phone, he had to work everywhere and at all times. He had actually just been on his way to the gym. The only place he wanted to be Baloo the bear. But one of those dumbass tie-wearers had been too stupid again to install an update. So he had called Baloo. And Baloo was there. Tonight he had dreamt that he was a stone-rich Indian prince. He sighed… The only filthy rich Indian prince he knew was Clive's husband, the CEO of the company. Well, at least he had been allowed to suck both of their cocks before. And since then, at least he'd had an iPhone as his work phone.

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