#rubdown

[007-fighting-wrestling]

Wrestling Muscle pre-match pec rubdown

[s0ftpining]

3 and 11 🤲

end of the years asks

3. favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

as previously mentioned petey was BIG for me this year, especially over the last few months. but i'm also going to mention leith ross who was introduced to me by a friend because of a friend which is the best :o) they are absolutely an artist i would have listened to to death in middle/high school in the best possible way... they give me sad lovey-dovey feelings...

11. something you want to do again next year?

gonna take this time to gush about doing conventions :') i already have two booked for the new year and they bring me so much joy. i love meeting people in that environment because they are my people and it is obviously so special to share your art in those face-to-face settings. plus having support from/giving support to other artists there is so cool. it's community!! they are worth all the stress that is con prep every time.

[hosseinis]

Can we make some noise for 19yo baby Boyd's goggles..... these might be safety ones... he can't see shit I'll cry 😩😩😩

I JUST FINISHED SEASON TWO AND NOW I’M IN TEARS OVER HIM AND CAN’T WAIT TO GET TO THIS HE IS BABY

[007-bodybuilding]

[skeilig]

18 🤲

18. A memorable meal this year?

gotta go with our end of season staff banquet at glacier.. after a month of serving us the flattest driest pork chops and crumbly mashed potatoes, they whipped out the most elaborate taco bar you've ever seen and it was delicious.

end of year asks

[dadvans]

i respect everyone's pride headcanons but a little disappointed everyone is imagining buck wearing a shirt. that man would not being wearing a shirt, and he'd be tugging tommy around everywhere by the leather harness he finds in tommy's closet and gets him to wear in public after sweetly promising to do the most obscene freak shit tommy's ever heard in his life when they get home

[fisheito]

I want to be in the room when this massage happens

[scoticus]

sunset rubdown @ the croc w/ @schillebeeckx

[screnshos]

shut up, I am dreaming

[freekicks]

more like deputy us marsha givehead

[mywifeleftme]

298: Wolf Parade // Apologies to the Queen Mary

Apologies to the Queen Mary Wolf Parade 2005, Sub Pop

Apologies to the Queen Mary is on the short list of ‘00s indie records that I’d consider masterpieces. The funny thing is that my list, as someone who was there (or there-adjacent), is pretty well fixed in time, whereas the consensus among Zoomer critics continues to morph in ways I’d never have figured. (Or maybe it’s not funny, really—just always how time and memory work.) In 2008, I would’ve bet my left pinkie that TV on the Radio (and especially Return to Cookie Mountain) would be the defining band of the era. Meanwhile, in 2024 the Killers are still riding the same five songs to a second greatest hits record and fifty times TVotR’s monthly residuals; the National have tween fans; and I hold a mug weird. Time clowns us all and Wolf Parade are a dad band now, owners of a few anthems from the era before genuinely weird indie bands could near the summits of the pop chart, economically compelled to continue touring small theatres together despite both Boeckner and Krug having been more invested in other, even less profitable projects for some time now.

Wolf Parade is one of those bands with two lead singers who sound indistinguishable before you know the group well, and instantly identifiable thereafter (like John and Paul of the Beatles, or Felix and Will of Chapo Trap House). They’re both yowlers who let their voices crack pubescently as shorthand for the frayed emotional spectrum they traffic in, given to barking and hooting to help drive their bric-a-brac compositions forward. Boeckner is a lanky post-punk looking fuckboy in roughly the Richard Hell mould, given to posing sweatily in torn undershirts and starting projects with a succession of raven-haired keyboard players he’s also dating. He loves motorik dance rock and Wire, but also has a substantial helping of Bruce Springsteen in his songwriting. Krug is a stocky, normal-looking guy who doesn’t really meet your eyes and self-deprecatingly called his solo project Moonface. He writes lyrics that sound like philosophy and love letters translated from an alien language, and prefers his music to both thwack and quaver.

Their similarities give Wolf Parade coherence, but much of their dynamism comes from how the two singers pass the controls back and forth. Backed by electronics tinkerer Hadji Bakara and Arlen Thompson, a drummer (crucially) capable of serving as a rhythm section unto himself, Krug and Boeckner find the perfect balance between Krug’s experimental art collective predilections and Boeckner’s slyly sexual rock ‘n’ roll heart. Krug leads with the empty warehouse strut of “You Are a Runner and I Am My Father’s Son”; Boeckner parries with the hooky acoustic rocker “Modern World”; Krug closes with the brittle seven-minute dirge “Dinner Bells”; Boeckner responds with the pinkly-hued Suicide-Springsteen collab “This Heart’s on Fire.”

Both Boeckner and Krug have made wilder, stranger music elsewhere, and there are plenty of other brilliant Wolf Parade songs to be found across their subsequent records. But Apologies remains the greatest blend of their particular talents they ever managed, a perfect example of two guys pushing each other to do their best work. With luck, a future generation will reconsider Wolf Parade and its many, many satellites (Sunset Rubdown, Operators, Handsome Furs, Frog Eyes, Swan Lake, Divine Fits…) as one of the most interesting micro-scenes the whole post-alternative rock era produced. And if not, I’ll still be here spinning the record a few times a year, believing in it all all over.

298/365

[nixthehomunculus]

sunset rubdown's last show

[s0ftpining]

I'd love to see any Yellowjackets art by you!!!!! VANTAI..... TAIVAN??????

I LOVE U FOR THIS ONE!!! never quite knew what to do for yellowjackets fanart so i’m so grateful to get this nudge 💞💞 TAIVAN DELIVERY

[cbcruk]

Sunset Rubdown - Reappearing Rat

[myrmica]

there was literally the matador who said he would have you if you could only give it up and walk away. he has carved out an avenue for you from the palace to the palisades, just so you know. but now it's half destroyed. and you are half destroyed.

[innovacancy]

Sunset Rubdown Crystal Ballroom, Somerville, MA 28 March 2023 words here