#lora logic

[spilladabalia]

Early X Ray Spex with Lora Logic on sax, live 1977, photographer unlisted.

Edit post: photo by & © Ian Dickson.

[iwantthebeat]

[lieber-honig]

Post-punk, punk rock, new wave and no wave Christmas icons from a post-punk LiveJournal community (2007)

[sonicandvisualsurprises]

1978

There is 12 seconds of silence at the start of each song.

This was Essential Logic's first single. "Aerosol Burns" backed with "World Friction".

They were an English post-punk band formed in 1978 by saxophonist Lora Logic after leaving X-Ray Spex.

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[yourfavealbumisgender]

Germfree Adolescents by X-ray Spex is NonBinary!

requested by anon

[carolyn1761smith]

[jt1674]

[bandcampsnoop]

1/30/24.

Nick Godfrey of Precious Recordings has done something I wish I had the time, access, money and energy to do. He has released over 40 Peel sessions all in the last 3 years. The recordings are of high quality and the packaging is great. A dream come true for Nick - although his dream has come with financial sacrifices.

His 2024 release schedule will start with Essential Logic (UK), who...surprise, surprise...I'd never heard of. The band was formed and active in the late 1970s/early 1980s when Lora Logic left X-Ray Spex to form Essential Logic. My immediate comparison is David Bowie and Dexy's Midnight Runners although the instrumentation led to comparisons to contemporaries like Delta 5, and Kleenex/LiLiPUT.

Keep an eye on the Precious Recordings Bandcamp site. If you want their original recordings, you can head over to Discogs.

[sonicziggy]

"Chuddle Dollops" by Exotic Pets, Essential Logic, Lora Logic https://ift.tt/kTizMaN

[tmbmtb]

I know I'm artificial But don't put the blame on me I was reared with appliances In a consumer society When I put on my make-up The pretty little mask not me That's the way a girl should be In a consumer society

✯ Art-i-ficial, X-Ray Spex

[ponyt4il]

yuri logicality i have looked far and wide for you and all i find is crumbs i’m gonna die

[petewentzisblack1312]

Patrick likes ska... do u?

yes! not the biggest ska fan in the world but i do like it :] especially as im half jamaican, i know people dont really think of the original ska genre when they think of ska punk but two tone and its founding principals of racial solidarity between the jamaican diaspora descendants of the windrush generation and the white working class in the uk that eventually gave way to ska punk is just really important to me as a concept.

i like catbite, we are the union, and jer! i dont listen to a lot of ska like i said but those are some bands ive listened to and enjoy :)

[chickren]

one of my favorite little veins of pure gold in brienne’s story is how, despite the way she feels like an outsider, she’s basically catnip to people who get to know her. people just kind of go crazy around her?

spend enough time with her and you’re essentially guaranteed to become obsessively convinced of the depth of her honor. you will also believe wholeheartedly in her sheer competence as a warrior. and you might start trusting her to complete outlandishly heroic tasks in defiance of what other people would call logic or common sense. almost like you’re under some sort of hallucinogenic influence

you start with renly who, whatever else he thinks of her, makes her his kingsguard.

next cortnay penrose is all: if brienne isn’t on your side, you’re on the wrong side. i’d rather die than join you

and you move to catelyn giving her the most important job in the world

and obviously jaime and pod being lowkey and highkey hero-struck by her. jaime throws quests and loot at her like a lovesick buffoon

and even hyle quits his fucking job defending her badassery

septon meribald, the elder brother, jeyne heddle. kinda loras. maybe gendry?

hell, you’ll never convince me that even thoros wasn’t starting to fall under her spell. five more minutes and she’d have had him

[iwaoiness]

In the Argentine volleyball team, arriving late for training comes with the Blanco's famous penalty of thirty-three laps around the block, and captain Javier's fifteen-minute reprimand. Oikawa has only been late on rare occasions, yet even his most charming flutter of eyelashes couldn't exempt him from the punishment. He endured it, unfortunately accompanied by the teasing of Matias and Bruno—those two, inexplicably, are the only ones who are punctual alongside the captain.

However, that day, when Oikawa arrives ten minutes late at one of the Olympic Village gymnasiums, almost out of breath, his hair disheveled and still wet from the quickest shower he has had in his thirty years, he doesn't hear Javier's ché, boludo tardón that always starts his reprimands, nor does he hear Blanco loudly instructing Tomás to get ready with the stopwatch and the punishment sheet.

That day, everyone stares at him with wide, blinking eyes. The ball Bruno was holding slips from his grasp, the sound of its bounce being the only thing breaking the sepulchral silence.

Oikawa frowns, tilting his head slightly.

"What?"

"Hermano," Matias arches an eyebrow with genuine curiosity, though his eyes sparkle with amusement, putting Oikawa on high alert "since when do you play for the Japanese national team?"

This further confuses Tooru, who blinks.

"The hell are you talking about, boludo?"

The libero points to his shirt and Oikawa looks down.

Oh.

He's not wearing his favorite blue training shirt, but a slightly baggy black one at his shoulders, with the Japanese flag stitched on it at his heart.

And then he remembers this morning. How they woke up late, almost stumbling because neither of the two damn alarms went off. How they rushed to the shower, too small for two tall and strong adults. How Tooru had a fit of giggles when Hajime mistook the cherry lube for his after-shave lotion. How they quickly got dressed in the first things they grabbed, barely glancing at their clothes, before kissing, wishing each other a good day, and running off to their respective teams.

Oh, la concha de la lora.

Oikawa's eyes widen comically, and he ignores the tug on his neck as he quickly raises his head. Feeling the heat boiling on his face, he now meets the playful gazes of his teammates—even Blanco coughs to hide his smile.

"This has a completely logical explanation!" he stammers, glaring at Matias as his devilish grin widens.

"Really? And that logic is tall, dark skinned, and part of Japan's technical team, Toto?"

But when Tooru, his face now completely red, opens his mouth to protest, a solid knocks on the door interrupts.

Everyone turns to look, and Oikawa sees Iwa-chan standing in the doorway, just as embarrassed—if not more so—than him. Instead of his regulation black shirt, he’s wearing Oikawa's blue one, tight around his torso, with the Argentine flag in the center.

"Sorry to interrupt," he apologizes with his accented Spanish. "Can I borrow Tooru for a second?"

"All yours, Hajime!" Bruno chimes in, nudging Tooru forward playfully, sticking his tongue out as the setter glares daggers at him.

"But don't keep him out too long. The penalty waits him" José Blanco requests, widening his smile as Hajime nods firmly before taking Tooru's hand and pulling him outside, ignoring his childish protest.

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i love them with my whole heart

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

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