"Little white dress. Jesus Christ had a best friend in Magdalene. You can’t say shit that would make me ashamed. I’ll cover up my knees. Forgive me PLEASE. I am just fourteen but your church don’t like my body. Make me hide my skin, sweating sin through my cardigan. You won’t break your bread now that your god don’t like me.”
tonight mike funk's challenged me to name male vocalists i actually appreciate & i realized that the vast majority of those voices are synonymous with the loose genre of “sad core.” i feel like there is a potential political misandrist statement to be made here, the sorta statement that can generate tons of re-blogs, but instead i'm gonna go sob my brains out to some either / or
*CACKLES* Should we tell them? Or just be indulgent and let the fantasy live on…?
Oh, this is just…sad. So, so many kinds of…sad.
And I miss the tartan skirts too.
You know how some people try to replicate past eras, wearing the fashion, collecting the old technology, etc? I just picture this one collecting mint condition Delia’s catalogs and “vintage” Snapple bottles and beepers.. ugh, the 90’s.
Um. Uuummmmm… UUUUUUUHHMMMMMMMMMM…. And now I am become truly old
Kids have NEVER cared more about music than popularity and sex. NEVER.
Another waaay overdue review, partially because it go mailed to me a month late and partially because I’m a slacker asshole who procrastinated posting this. Anyhow, Hive Bent resides somewhere in-between noise rock and post-hardcore, but the only specifics you really need to know is that Dyatlov is going to fucking crush you. It’s 5 tracks of fuzzy, grimy vocals, rumbling guitbass, and thunderous percussion, how the fuck could you not dig it? The cassette is limited to 50 copies, so you better snag one quick.
In the decade since releasing seminal punk record Coral Fang, former Distillers star Dalle has survived more than her share of hardships. Now she’s back with her first solo album – and a newfound maturity, writes Charlotte Richardson Andrews
I just can’t even express adequately how much it means to me that it’s been 11 years since Coral Fang, since Brody left Tim Armstrong, her disgusting abusive ex-husband — it’s been 11 years and she’s off meth and worked through a lot of trauma and is happy and still writing great songs. It seriously gives me so much stupid hope! I mean I sometimes feel so old, too old for all this shit, I’m 25, why am I still such a mess? I forget how much I need to have people like Brody to look to who were fucked up when they were my age but a decade or so later have really figured their lives out. It’s inspiring!! It’s unreal that this woman has been an actual inspiration for me not killing myself for more than a decade!