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[boricuacherry-blog]

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[xxviviennevincentxx]

[itboytrends]

In Boy World, Halloween is the one night a year when a boy can dress like a total sl*t and no other boys can say anything about it.

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[itsallmadonnasfault]

Like A Prayer was coming..

[okaydays22]

[visuac]

paperplane 46

[pop-pop-pop-popculture]

WICKED

Photographer: Sophy Holland / Universal Pictures

[rockinshots]

Fall Out Boy brought the heat to Golden 1 Center in Sacramento. What a Spectacular show 💥💥🔥🔥

📷 @rockinshots @falloutboy @mnprmagazine @soundcheck_sf @golden1center

[ifourloveisdead]

History of Fueled By Ramen in Alternative Press Magazine, 2011.

The article just ends like that. I have no idea where the rest of the article is. I could've sworn I had it. I looked through the rest of my cutouts, including ones that I had tossed in the recycling bin, and couldn't find the rest...I am so sorry.

[winnythanawin]

-- winny & satang in the behind the scene of we are the series filming Q3

[aeolianblues]

Occasionally I get messages from people that only know my music taste from the radio show I do, which in fairness to them is close to my actual taste in music because I wouldn't ever play something I genuinely disliked, but the radio work doesn't cover all of the music I like. And so people are sometimes surprised when, for example I end up talking about well-known American bands (the show is on new and upcoming British and Irish music). I closed out last week's Osheaga-themed show with Green Day and Chappell Roan, and had someone say they hadn't had me down as a Green Day listener because I guess they'd imagined I was on the Britpop side of the 90s rock music scene war. When in fact I grew up 90s grunge!

[imaslave4u]

Britney photographed by Ruven Afanador for Out magazine (April, 2011)

[chelseajackarmy]

Ben Barlow (vocalist) and Matt West (rhythm guitarist) from the Welsh Pop Punk band Neck Deep

[sick-sad-little-world]

“I’m gonna, like, bitch about something before we play this next song…  How many people have a Rolling Stone subscription?  You know, it’s that buttwipe magazine, that thing you have by the toilet when you gotta blow your bloody fucking boogers into your ass hole!  Well, that’s where it comes right through your fucking front door right into your shitter and only use it to line the cat box, birdcage, or whatever your fucking ass hole is…” (x)

(via @bearcub81212)

[dustedmagazine]

GEO — Out of Body (Erste Theke Tontraeger)

GEO jerks to life like a marionette, all angled knees and elbows cavorting in syncopation. The band, out of Netherlands’ Groningen, builds spiked architectures out of terse bass, antic guitar squiggles and block simple drumbeats. A singer of sorts, one Jorne Visser, scowls and stutters abstract poetry, wild-eyed but deadpan. The band shares a guitarist, Michiel Klein, with Lewsberg, but has none of the languid philosophizing or limpid VU-ish guitar of that band. He’s the chaos burning through these robot-funky grooves, scrabbling for purchase, yelping, shrieking, dragging pick over detuned strings. All is tight, irregular, paranoiac and off-kilter. It could collapse into a pile of sticks at any moment.   

“Big Fire” is a helluva ride here, careening up on two wheels on the corners, a Bog Shed jitter veering off into entropy. “Ah-ah-ah,” screeches Visser, as bass and drums execute madly rectilinear grooves, Fire Engine-esque riffs finishing with an antic flourish on woodblocks. “We are building…the invisible house…ay, ay,” declares Visser and then, abruptly, it’s over.

Or consider lurching, flailing “Sunglasses,” striding three steps forward, then shuffling back, a siren going off somewhere, danger, danger ahead. “The music sounds weird, the rhythm sounds fine,” stutters Visser, a statement of aesthetic if you ever heard one. Later, “So Many Ways” spasms giddily, a dead ringer for Maximum Joy, a wind-up version of the Pop Group, a throwback to the days when post-punk made us dance like possessed creatures, tangled in the stops and starts and bass-bumping fury; we fell down pretty often.

The point is that many try the post-punk skeleton-knocking dance macabre, but few nail it quite this powerfully. GEO is out of its mind and out of its body. It’ll take you there, too.  

Jennifer Kelly