#lizzy borden band

[siliconesoul]

The Decline of Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years (1988)

[rockstar-smash-or-pass]

lizzy borden

[themetalmassacrevault]

Released OTD in 1985

[adriheavymetal]

Lizzy Borden,I'm super in love with This Band lately 🎤🎶⚡🔝💀👏💿👌

[cinemaquiles]

TOP 10 FILMES E MINISSÉRIES BIOGRÁFICOS / BASEADOS EM FATOS REAIS FEITOS PARA A TV SEGUNDO O IMDB 

[drakehavenelite]

Now Playing...

Artist: Lizzy Borden

Title: Rod of Iron

Album: Love You To Pieces

Played on: Tue Oct 01 2024 14:18:43 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time)

#Lizzy Borden #sexy album cover #1977 to 1981 ERA OF MUSIC

[ladykailitha]

Metal band sequel please

WIP Wednesday!

Just clearing out my inbox! Join me next week!

Snippet

They continued their little haunted tour. Kooky curio shops, haunted mind shafts, Big Foot sighting locations, Moth Man hunted in Chicago as well as the OG in Virginia. They stayed at spooky inns and visited weird museums. They went to the French Quarter in New Orleans and had their fortunes read by a Voodoo priest. And even went on a river tour to see alligators.

If it was was wild, crazy, or just plain silly like the giant clothespin by Claes Oldenburg in Philly while they were there in Pennsylvania for the HH Holmes gravemarker in Yeadon.

They were just having a blast running through the country having fun and doing silly things. Steve was documenting it all on social media, always making sure to tag a place after they left so fans would leave Eddie alone.

The strangest place they found a fan of Eddie’s was definitely the Lizzy Borden B&B.

[cliffburton]

weird thing to say for someone whos's thrasher-adjacent but i'd rather see glam bands like lizzy borden who had an attitude than any landfill band. man i saw a thrash lyric video from dudes who took the joker too seriously... stop it.

[jonathanbyersphd]

WIP Wednesday

For Day 3 of JancyWeek2023

Dear Jonathan, I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you when I'm walking to class, I miss you when I have to eat in the dining hall and I especially miss you late at night when I'm alone in my bed. Boston is fine I guess. It's good. I mean I really like it, it's better than I hoped. I just wish you were here too, mostly because I don't know if you know this but making friends is really hard. I get along with my roommates well. There’s Beverly from Amherst, Gina she’s from Staten Island oddly enough, and Carrie. I like Carrie the best, she's from Fall River you know where Lizzie Borden was from? Anyways Carrie's nice but kinda quiet a little like you that way. I also sorta made friends with this girl named Diana in my journalism class. There's only like five girls in the entire cohort. Can you believe that? I know I shouldn't but I'm counting down the days until we see each other for your birthday next month. Have you thought any more about what you want? I have a few ideas on what to get you but I want to make sure you don't actually need anything. Speaking of needs, I wish I had brought more of my winter clothes. I don't know what I was thinking. Boston gets colder so much quicker than Hawkins, barring the apocalypse of course. What's New York City like? How's school? How are your classes? How are your roommates? Are they from New York or out of state like you? Have you met anyone else from Indiana? Write to me soon. Forever yours, Nancy P.S. Boston is very very very cold. And I miss you, have I mentioned that? Dear Nancy, I miss you too. My bed feels lonely without you in it. I miss holding you in my arms and I'm looking forward to your touch the next time we see each other. But how have you been sleeping? Does Carrie let you leave the light on? Or are you trying to adjust to sleeping without it again? I’m glad you sorta made a friend. It is weird that there’s only five of you. How many people are in your cohort all together? Is Diana the only one you’ve made friends with? Where’s she from? What is she interested in writing? I do know that making friends is hard, but I also know there’s nothing you can’t do. NYC is good… big I guess? I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like a lot at once but not in a bad way. Does that make sense? And there’s always something to do. I think I’ve been to more museums in the last week than in my entire life. School is good too, for once I don’t feel like the weird kid everyone (at least at Tisch) has their own thing. Like my friend Les played me some stuff from a band she likes and it was weird but I don’t know it was nice not to be the kid with the weird music, you know? My roommates are mostly good, Roger is from upstate (he never says where) Craig is from Jersey, and Tyler is from Connecticut. Tyler is also an asshole, I’m sure it has nothing to do with the money though. I haven't met another person from Indiana. And every time I tell someone I’m from Indiana they look at me like I’m crazy, so that’s fun. I’m counting down the days too but all I really need is you. If you have to get me something I wouldn’t say no to more mixtapes. I never seem to have enough. Or maybe a phone card so I could call you more than once every two weeks? I miss the sound of your voice. All my love, Jonathan P.S. I write this with all the love in my heart, you are the LEAST subtle person I know. Which sweater do you want?

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Black Roses (Fasano, 1988)

Decided to watch this for National Canadian Film Day, in part because my first pick, Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter, turned out to be a bit of a dud, but mostly because it was directed by John Fasano director of CanCon classic Rock’n’Roll Nightmare. That one is one of my favourite bad movies, and I remember seeing this on a list years ago when digging further into heavy metal horror movies. (That list also had Shock ‘Em Dead in the top spot, so perhaps its recommendations should be taken with a grain of salt.) This obviously offers some of the same pleasures as Nightmare, like wall to wall heavy metal music and cheesy monster effects. The most frequently played song here is “Me Against the World” by Lizzie Borden, a song I was first introduced to thanks to the sampler CD included with an ‘80s metal guide written by Martin Popoff that I once borrowed from the library. None of this will mean anything to anyone else, but I am painting a nostalgic portrait of my relationship with this music and this genre of horror.

But I didn’t find this as fun as Nightmare, in large part because it feels more like a real movie, so the goofiness doesn’t pop to the same extent. Nightmare is simultaneously a bit of a hangout piece and a vanity project, qualities that mix with the cheesy horror elements to give the movie its own distinct wavelength. Shower scenes that go on for hours, full throated speeches talking up the Toronto music industry, one-eyed monster puppets, and at the centre of it all, Jon Mikl Thor, the muscular hair metal god whose music we should be in awe of, but who is also a generous enough presence that he lets the whole cast of characters shine, including his bandmates and their spouses. He’s a very genial presence, and it’s a very genial movie.

This one is sort of genial as well, beginning initially as a gentle satire of the moral majority types afraid of the heavy metal band who has descended upon their town. These characters are adamant that heavy metal will prove a corrupting influence on the youth in their town, but after some common sense speeches by the mayor and a schoolteacher, and witnessing the opening of the act where the music and getups seem more new wave or pop rock than heavy metal, they decide their fears were unfounded. But the moment the adults leave the concert, the band instantly transforms into their hair metal leather getups and start blasting the Lizzie Borden and whatever else they have in their repertoire. Soon they have the children in their thrall and carrying out their evil bidding in black outfits and a lot more product in their hair. Despite the original feint in the opposite direction, the movie disappointingly ends up siding with the moral majority conservatism of the era.

That being said, there is something a little endearing about how much it commits to the nobility of the teaching profession as a motivation. The teacher ends up as the hero and seems genuinely concerned about his students, which adds to the afterschool special vibe of the whole thing. Even funnier is that all the students look to be at least thirty, and one of the students comes off like a Michael J. Fox impersonator but with terrible energy. It’s hard to explain, but you’ll get it when you watch him for even a few minutes. There’s also enough of the goofiness you’d want in things like this, especially in the climax where the hero very conspicuously attempts to set the stage on fire and then gets in a fist fight with a monster that seems to be shot to look an unimposing as possible.

So this does not live up to Rock’n’Roll Nightmare, one of the greatest Canadian movies ever made, but it has its charms.

[thirdrowcentre]

It's that time again. A few years ago I decided I would try and watch two films I'd never seen before each week. This year I've watched 374.

These are some of the ones that stood out.

JANUARY

The Leopard (dir. Luchino Visconti, 1963). Watched 1.1.23 at BFI Southbank

Benediction (dir. Terence Davies, 2021). Watched 11.1.23

Gangubai Kathiawadi (dir. Sanjay Leela Bhansali, 2022). Watched 17.1.23

The Swimmer (dir. Frank Perry, 1968). Watched 30.1.23.

Comizi d’amore (dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1964). Watched 31.1.23

FEBRUARY

Ugetsu Monogatari (dir. Kenji Mizoguchi, 1953). Watched 7.2.23

Wings (dir. Larisa Shepitko, 1966). Watched 22.2.23

Mirror (dir. Andrei Tarkovsky, 1975). Watched 24.2.23

MARCH

Born in Flames (dir. Lizzie Borden, 1983). Watched 2.3.23

Yi Yi (dir. Edward Yang, 2000). Watched 5.3.23

Taste of Cherry (dir. Abbas Kiarostami, 1997). Watched 6.3.23

Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles. (dir. Chantal Akerman, 1975). Watched 11.2.23 at BFI Southbank

Judex (dir. Georges Franju, 1963). Watched 12.3.23

Transit (dir. Christian Petzold, 2018). Watched 14.3.23

A Man Escaped (dir. Robert Bresson, 1956). Watched 19.3.23

Bellissima (dir. Luchino Visconti, 1951). Watched 31.3.23

APRIL

Army of Shadows (dir. Jean-Pierre Melville, 1969). Watched 2.4.23

Jacquot de Nantes (dir. Agnès Varda, 1991). Watched 10.4.23

Where is the friend’s house? (dir. Abbas Kiarostami, 1987). Watched 13.4.23

John Wick: Chapter 4 (dir. Chad Stahelski, 2023). Watched 16.4.23 at BFI IMAX

Charulata (dir. Satyajit Ray, 1964). Watched 27.4.23

Night and Fog (dir. Alain Resnais, 1956). Watched 28.4.23

MAY

Thirst (dir. Park Chan-wook, 2009). Watched 3.5.23

Return to Seoul (dir. Davy Chou, 2023). Watched 7.5.23 at Curzon Hoxton

The Eight Mountains (dir. Felix van Groeningen, Charlotte Vandermeersch, 2023) Watched 12.5.23 at Curzon Hoxton

The Five Devils (dir. Léa Mysius, 2022). Watched 24.5.23

Nostalgia for the Light (dir. Patricio Guzmán, 2010). Watched 31.5.23

JUNE

Citadel (dir. John Smith, 2021). Watched 1.6.23

It’s Always Fair Weather (dir. Stanley Donen, Gene Kelly, 1955). Watched 10.6.23 at BFI Southbank 35mm.

Service for Ladies (dir. Alexander Korda, 1932). Watched 11.6.23 at BFI Southbank 35mm *nitrate*

And Life Goes On (dir. Abbas Kiarostami, 1992). Watched 14.6.23

Be Natural: The Untold Story of Alice Guy (dir. Pamela Green, 2018). Watched 19.6.23

King and Country (dir. Joseph Losey, 1964). Watched 20.6.23

JULY

London (dir. Patrick Keiller, 1994). Watched 3.7.23

Conquest of the Planet of the Apes (dir. J. Lee Thompson, 1972). Watched 14.7.23

Barbie (dir. Greta Gerwig, 2023). Watched 21.7.23 at BFI Southbank

Oppenheimer (dir. Christopher Nolan, 2023). Watched 23.7.23 at BFI IMAX. 70mm IMAX

I’m Not There (dir. Todd Haynes, 2007). Watched 28.7.23

AUGUST

Three Blind Mice (dir. William A. Seiter, 1938). Watched 17.8.23

Corridor of Mirrors (dir. Terence Young, 1948). Watched 22.8.23

World of Apu (dir. Satyajit Ray, 1959). Watched 26.8.23

L’argent (dir. Robert Bresson, 1983). Watched 31.8.23

SEPTEMBER

Past Lives (dir. Celine Song, 2023). Watched 3.9.23 at Curzon Soho.

Austenland (dir. Jerusha Hess, 2013). Watched 8.9.23

Lady Vengeance (dir. Park Chan-wook, 2005). Watched 19.9.23

News from Home (dir. Chantal Akerman, 1977). Watched 20.9.23

Edge of Tomorrow (dir. Doug Liman, 2014). Watched 28.9.23

OCTOBER

Killers of the Flower Moon (dir. Martin Scorsese, 2023). Watched 8.1.23 at Royal Festival Hall. London Film Festival

Judgement at Nuremberg (dir. Stanley Kramer, 1961). Watched 12.10.23

The Stranger and the Fog (dir. Bahram Beyzai, 1974). Watched 14.10.23 at BFI Southbank. London Film Festival. 35mm

I am Not a Witch (dir. Rungano Nyoni, 2017). Watched 26.10.23

Contraband (dir. Michael Powell, 1940). Watched 30.10.23 at BFI Southbank

NOVEMBER

Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives (dir. Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2010). Watched 9.11.23.

Anatomy of a Fall (dir. Justine Triet, 2023). Watched 15.11.23 at Curzon Hoxton

Citizens Band (dir. Jonathan Demme, 1977). Watched 21.11.23

DECEMBER

Oh, Rosalinda!! (dir. Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger, 1955). Watched 2.12.23 at BFI Southbank. 35mm

How to Have Sex (dir. Molly Manning Walker, 2023). Watched 10.12.23 at the Garden cinema.

Tish (dir. Paul Sng, 2023). Watched 22.12.23

Fallen Angels (dir. Wong Kar-wai, 1996). Watched 29.12.23

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Other highlights included: Stop Making Sense (twice!) on BFI IMAX. Tears of joy, dancing in my seat. Black Narcissus on nitrate at the BFI Southbank. Crying all the way through The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp at BFI Southbank. Showing someone L’Atalante and I Know Where I’m Going, two of my favourite films, in my favourite cinema (again, BFI Southbank). The terrible Fast X, in Vue Leicester Square with one of my best friends. Walking through Shoreditch on a Saturday night, maybe the most heterosexual place imaginable, to watch Bottoms at Curzon Aldgate. Talking and crying about Jonathan Demme at a house party with a stranger. Sitting and sobbing, breathless, after How to Have Sex - steeling myself and walking home thinking about my life, the lives of all the young women I know. Watching Aftersun for the second time at the beginning of the year with my youngest sister, floods of tears overtaking us both. Seven Samurai on the BFI IMAX with my best friends. The Hunger on 35mm at the Prince Charles Cinema, with more of my best friends. And screening Some Like it Hot on 16mm in the tiny theatre at the back of Ümit and Son in Clapton, surrounded by loving, beautiful people who make me who I am.

[born-to-lose]

Devil's Bells snippet #2

Liz & Jack meeting Phil for the first time

"Do you remember where the venue was when we drove by?" Liz asked Jack, laughing awkwardly as they climbed out of the van after finally finding a parking lot that wasn't packed already. Well, it was Paris, what did they expect?

"We gotta walk past this metro station right there of which I can't pronounce the name and then uh…" he tried to explain, but his confidence faded quickly. "I'm sure we'll find it. Eventually."

She raised an eyebrow but decided to follow the way he had just described and see where they were going. They arrived in the city early enough to have time to figure out where they needed to go before the show would start.

Walking past the metro station, they heard a young man's voice calling after them, accompanied by the sound of metal rings on the handrail of the stairs. "Salut ! J'adore vos tenues !" ("Hey! I love your outfits!")

The two stopped walking and warily turned around, spotting a tall and lanky guy with long wavy strawberry blonde hair, an earring, a half unbuttoned shirt, a black studded leather jacket, skinny jeans and sneakers scurrying upstairs. They had already seen some shady people in this city and didn't know what he wanted - at least Jack.

He wanted to open his mouth to say something along the lines of 'We don't speak French', but then Liz scraped together what she had studied at school and replied with a slight accent, "Merci ! Tu vas au concert de H.E.A.T aussi ?" ("Thanks! Are you also going to the H.E.A.T concert?")

"Oui, oui ! Vous n'êtes pas d'ici ?" ("Yeah, yeah! You're not from here?")

"Non, nous sommes… euh, je suis allemande, il est anglais. Mon français n'est pas super," she chuckled. ("No, we're… uh, I'm German, he's English. My French isn't great.")

Actually, her French was pretty good, but she was too lazy to make use of that more often than necessary if the alternative was simply switching to English, especially considering how fast French people spoke when they knew you understood their language but were a foreigner.

Jack watched in confusion as they talked without him understanding anything. He was relieved when they finally spoke English and the other guy came closer to them. "By the way, I'm Liz and this is Jack. What's your name?"

"Blaze. Phil Blaze," he answered in a low voice, taking a drag of his cigarette, before adding in a lighthearted manner, "Actually it's Philippe, but call me Phil, makes me sound less French."

"Your accent still gives it away," Jack joked and Phil shoved him in response, laughing "Buddy, that's about the best you get here."

The three of them hit it off right away. How often do you meet someone you can immediately joke around with like this? And in a foreign country at that.

As Liz and Jack didn't move and frankly looked kind of lost, he said, "I'm assuming you haven't been here before? I know the way to the venue, let's go!"

Making their way there together, they chatted enthusiastically about bands they listened to, bands who had influenced them, and concerts they had attended.

"What was the first album you bought?" Phil asked. "Mine was Van Halen's 1984, Hot for Teacher made me pick up the drums. Needless to say, it took me a while until I could play that song well enough."

Taking a pause to think, Jack replied, "Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks. I grew up on Fleetwood Mac's music and she was one of my first childhood crushes. Though I didn't actually buy it, I found it in a box with things to give away on someone's doorstep."

"Oh yes, she and Joan Jett were my bi awakening," Liz agreed before immediately adding with a contrived hair flip, "For me, Lizzy Borden's Visual Lies! I'm built differently I guess. Just kidding, I usually asked for CDs for my birthdays and Christmas so I owned a lot more before I started buying them myself."

"Can I ask you something?" After receiving a nod from her, Phil continued. "Is Liz your real name or did you take it from Lizzy Borden?"

She laughed, "You got me there! I'm not gonna give you guys my legal name though, it's not nearly as cool as my stage name, quite German."

Not too much later, they spotted a horde of glam rockers waiting outside what they were pretty certain was the venue. The doors were still closed so they had to wait a little longer, but even the way here hadn't seemed lengthy with their new friend and the last couple of minutes until they got in weren't going to be filled with silence either.

"Is this your first time seeing H.E.A.T?"

"Yeah, I love them and I've wanted to see them for a while, but bands always leave out all the other cities than Paris on their 'European tours', so now that I moved closer to Paris I finally get the chance," Phil told them excitedly before taking on a more frustrated tone. "Also to find some new musician friends because my old band just broke up three weeks ago and practicing drums isn't the same when you're just doing it for yourself. I've been playing almost non-stop in bands for about… five, six years now. Are you musicians?"

"Yeah! I mean, Jack plays bass, I sing and am a mediocre guitar player," Liz answered, mildly embarrassed, because despite all their desperate attempts, neither she nor Jack had been in a band before and Phil seemed like a professional.

"Hold up, do you guys have a band?" he asked full of hope.

"Well…" Jack started, glancing at Liz. "We would have one with you, and with a proper guitarist, so if you don't have any other plans…?"

"Fucking count me in!"

Just as they enthusiastically welcomed their new bandmate with a handshake and a pat on the back, loudly talking about how happy they were to get one step closer to forming a real band and discussing where they might find a lead guitarist, the other guests started squashing themselves through the entrance.

The group followed the crowd into the packed club where they were greeted by purple and pink lights and the further they walked into the main room, the louder the sound of glam metal blasting from the speakers and people chatting became. The walls of the corridor were covered in memorabilia like posters and signed instruments from the bands who had played here before. Many iconic ones of those Jack and Liz recognized and got annoyed they hadn't gotten the chance to see them here.

One thing was clear before the support act even started playing: wherever they would end up on their mission to find the last band member, they were absolutely coming back for concerts in the future.

[c-40]

A-T-3 071 The Red Krayola

Late 1960s Austin psychedelia meets late 1970s London post-punk (call it Experimental, call it Art Rock, just don't call it Progressive) Mayo Thompson of Red Crayola (label mates of perhaps better know Austin psychedelic band The 13th Floor Elevators) moved to England in the 1970s and joined art collective Art & Language. Thompson produced many Rough Trade Records releases between 1979-1981 including pre-pop Scritti Politti, The Raincoats, The Monochrome Set, The Fall, Cabaret Voltaire

This led to the reforming the Red Crayola as The Red Krayola (for legal reasons) with Mayo Thompson leading the band

Black Snakes was The Red Krayola With Art & Language's third studio album. The line-up changed from 1981's Kangaroo?, Epic Soundtracks (A-T-2 182), Lora Logic (ex-X-Ray Specs), and Gina Birch (The Raincoats) had all left. The Black Snakes line-up keeps Ben Annesley (Essential Logic), Pere Ubu's Allen Ravenstine (Mayo Thompson had joined Pere Ubu in 1980 when their new band sign to Rough Trade) the new member is Chris Taylor (of Gong)

The Red Krayola With Art & Language - The Sloths

The Red Krayola With Art & Language - Hedges

Red Krayola put out 1983 Three Songs on a Trip to the United States, it's a short album by Thompson and Ravenstine (both now in Pere Ubu) with the re-addition of Jesse Chamberlain on drums. Chamberlain had played on Art & Language's debut record as well as Red Krayola's return under the leadership of Mayo Thompson Soldier-Talk (most of the live tracks on Three Songs on a Trip to the United States are from the Soldier-Talk era, recorded in Cologne, Germany, 28th August 1983). Chamberlain had been drummer for The Necessaries (A-T-2 238) and backed Elliot Murphy on the albums Murph The Surf and Milwaukee

Red Krayola - California Girl

Red Krayola - Disipline live version of the track from Soldier-Talk

Red Krayola - Caribbean Postcard

Red Krayola - X live version of the track from Soldier-Talk

Lizzie Borden's feminist sci-fi movie Born In Flames is released in 1983. It gets it's name from The Red Crayola's 1980 single (written by Art & Language, performed by the same line-up as Kangaroo?), is also used in the movie

[little-bloodied-angel]

"manloving nonsense" tell me you're a radfem without telling me you're a radfem. "Why would you add queer men to a joke about queer sex" stfu

And maybe watch the show, or something, because Stede Bonnet isn't a slaveowner in it the same way the real Blackbeard wasn't fucking Maōri and the real Israel Hands was 17-18 years old in 1717??? Meanwhile like @carrymelikeimcute already said OP has a murderer for an username.

Or maybe it's about the band, though I doubt it given the use of the full name. But hey, if we're cancelling anyone who likes the ofmd version of Stede, we should probably cancel anyone who listens to Lizzie Borden on account of the name, no?

[bmoviesanddcups]

Lizzy Borden (the singer of the rock band of the same name and not the alleged parent killer obviously)