#Rent Strike - IX

[hallison-bre]

Rent Strike performing VIII: Shadow & Gloom at Waller's Coffee Shop in Decatur, Georgia. 9/24/2023

Two days ago Rent Strike released their newest album (Mobius Strip Mall) You (🫵) should listen to it. It's really very good you're gonna love it i promise <3<3

Video credits to Dakota Floyd on YouTube

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

They need to make an option on Spotify where if two songs should be played back to back, you can permanently make them like, a paired song or something so that if you shuffle your playlist, those two songs are still played in order

[dognonsense]

hi im on day 5 of covid quarantine and going insane . I need a hug or gay sex or a moshpit stat . anyways. Patch ideas : all advertising should be illegal. guillotine labelled glory hole for billionaires . Trans folk punk forever amen . T4T4T4T4T4EVER. T4T monster energy logo . Don't talk to me until I eat this cigarette. Only you can see me . rent strike ix cover or just rent strike eyes. Sister wife sex strike (if you do not already. you should listen to sister wife sex strike)

Have some T4T creatures i made earlier to sustain you

The fucking 5 T 4 EVER imma figure out how to make that for me yes

I dont wanna do the monster energy logo its hardd and i already have a patch with it

dont have any imagery for cigarettes yet but when i have one i might do that

Im not in the super mood for making band patches sorry!

However i saw sister wife sex strike live last month and did a patch trade with them for my fags fight back patch for a swss patch. I just safety pinned another swss patch on the leg of my pants. Heres a photo of two pairs of my patch pants.

I have another swss patch, and a shirt but the damn shirts gone missing.

Here photography i took during the SWSS show. I post my photography on instagram at @yvrpatches

[batmanego]

I think that you should listen to ii: the road giveth by rent strike. or alternatively all of ix by rent strike (the album previously mentioned track is on)

I LOVE THAT SONGGGG it was introduced to me by a very dear friend of mine who i don’t talk to much anymore… last i heard they’d hopped a train to boston :J. it’s one of my favorite folk punk songs

[pitsommelier]

Hi, I'm Daisy. I Hope You've Been Well. What Sort Of Music Do You Listen To When You're Not Really Sure Where Your Head's At? Regardless, Take Care. 🐇

Hey Daisy,

I've had a pretty hard day, but thngs are looking up tonight. I'd suggest the album IX by Rent Strike (if I haven't already recommended it, that is) it has a really great emotional range, it's also a lord of the rings concept album by my favorite folk punk band and that's pretty cool.

If you don't like folk punk or if I've already suggested IX, I'd recommend Plastic Death by Glass Beach. It has a similar wide range, and they also have an incredible range of sounds and just generally like to genre bend, which, again, is pretty cool.

[faacethefacts]

at some point my go-to "stop freaking out" album went from being ix by rent strike to now you are one of us by the paper chase and thats. odd.

[richardazer]

Spl33te honkai star rail brainrot

It's not much different from other millions of headcanon AU types but I think this makes sense :3

Also the pole weapon is very much stuck in my head because she's in my head rent free 🥰😩😩

Also I love making the boys overpowered so even at 4* they go big BRRRRRRR (Sparklez is 5* because hehheheh)

Light cones 🤔

- X33n can bash 3 enemies at once so break effect is crucial

- Pete needs taunt and defense

- Sparklez energy regeneration

Attacks

Basics are just basics lol

Skills

X - lightning damage blast

S - imaginary damage single enemy uses own HP for a crit buff

P - shield + taunt (trailblazers style but more shield)

Ultimates

X33n is inspired by Silver Wolf so his ult is him whipping out a little computer and making his machinery send an air strike lazer blast hehe, basing on the mighty IX his ult puts a couple debuffs based on the characters in the team.

Sparklez is imaginary and deals a huge amount of damage to one enemy. I like the name "Berserk" for the ult hehoo. He calls up on his Aeon so during the ult you can see Xipe blessing him and the ult increases speed and crit damage.

Pete deals big physical arena damage Fu Xuan style gains big energy recharge if the ult weakness break. The ult is very much Dreamweaver/Fu Xuan inspired so very space/void and pink themed 🤤 his spear flag shatteres the ground and explodes into an abyss.

All this might change because this is my first brainrot doc I'm just writing down ideas :3

[hoppepoppe]

IX by RENT STRIKE my beloved

[bcrichwarlock]

rip eddie munson u would have loved rent strike's 2018 lord of the rings concept album IX

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

Disabled shower essentials, go!

Anything that makes it more bearable! I was just telling my kid the ultimate shower for me involved getting insanely baked, playing IX by Rent Strike, lighting my Storm Watch candle, using the mist setting on the shower head, and my shower chair. Definitely helps my stamina and willingness to follow through when I turn it into a sensory friendly experience akin to sitting in the rain lol

[vault-heck]

top ten favorite bands/musicians tag game

Thank you @sleeplessincarcosa for the tag! This list is definitely subject to change and in no particular order. Narrowing it down to 10 favorites is hard!

Chumbawamba - everyone knows 'Tubthumping,' but I've found a lot of folks haven't listened to enough of their music to notice how fucking based these folks have always been. They're anarchists and fantastic songwriters and way ahead of their time.

Bartees Strange - I discovered this artist last year and he filled a void in my music library I didn't know existed. The best way I can describe his sound is complex and fluid, seamlessly blending hip-hop and indie elements into memorable grooves and striking lyricism.

Janelle Monáe - criminally underrated musical/storytelling genius of our time. Her concept albums alone could keep me interested in sci-fi, I especially love her allegories for androids as the new 'other' in society (she said once in an interview that they only date androids. god, I love her). Are they the most talented artist in the world? Probably.

Rent Strike - what's not to love? They write songs about revolution, hating cops, planned obsolescence, etc. Their concept album IX is a must-listen for any LOTR fans, especially if you like folk punk. One of my favorites of all time and moves me to tears often.

Future Islands - Samuel Herring has an unmistakably distinctive voice and Michael Lowry is practically a walking metronome. Their songs are super relatable and singable and I'm always amazed at how rich of a sound they create with not that many instruments.

Death Grips - I don't really think I can or need to explain this one, but yeah. Anyone who hasn't listened to a whole Death Grips album is missing out, in my opinion, even if you never pick them up again it's an *experience*.

Orville Peck - my gay little heart couldn't leave Orville off this list. I'm generally in the 'only listens to pre-911 country' camp, but of course he's the exception. Jeez, with that voice? He could sing 'Pumpkin Soup' and I'd still swoon.

Chained to the Bottom of the Ocean - sludge done right. Pretty much any time I'm feeling like a day of heavy music I start with Chained, and their covers (of Death Cab, Fleetwood Mac) are better than you might expect.

Cattle Decapitation - not for everyone with their extreme imagery, but from what I've heard, very cool people. Absolute legends of deathcore. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say Monolith of Inhumanity fundamentally changed who I am as a person.

Loathe - I only recently found this band; they're heavy, but their recent works blend a lot of softness into their sound and the result is emotive and cinematic. The guitars always have such a nice texture and I can tell they incorporate a variety of influences into their songwriting. I know they toured with Underoath recently so this may be a weak comparison but it's kind of like Underoath's sound is all grown up and can buy alcohol now.

No pressure tags go to @x-sapphicpirate-x , @dudethatsgay, @bokatan , @totally-not-deacon , @ragedaisy , and anyone else who would like to participate! I love finding new artists (or just learning why people love them) so feel free to tag me in your post even if I didn't tag you directly!

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: Misty, chapter iii

chapter i | chapter ii | chapter iii | chapter iv | chapter v | chapter vi | chapter vii | chapter viii | chapter ix | chapter x

Read on Ao3

Rating: Explicit (whole thing)

Fandom: Prospect

Pairing: Snowman!Ezra x f!reader (monsterfucker au)

Tags: it’s basically monster fucking but with a snowman which could technically be classified as a monster i guess?, gothic horror kind of, sorrow, dementia, anxiety, dog murder, masturbation, Frankie thirst, pet murder, racism mention, huge age gap, implied possible sexual abuse of minor.

Chapter warnings in addition to the above mentioned: Okay this is where it gets dark. Please proceed with caution. There is mention of an inappropriate relationship between a 16-year-old girl and a man twice her age. Also we're getting spooky.

Summary: Escaping your empty apartment after having been dumped by your fiancé, you rent a cottage at Oakgrove House over Christmas to nurse your wounds. But strange things seem to happen at the estate, where an old woman wanders around in search of old friends long gone, and snowmen appear as if by themselves on the lawn…

Chapter word length: 1,474

A/N: I am contemplating making a taglist for the rest of this fic, if anyone is interested? I can't promise that the above mentioned relationship won't cross over into actual abuse, but if that happens I can promise that I won't include any scenes of it. This story is still unfolding for me, as well.

Shivering, you load up the fireplace with wood and old newspaper pages, and strike a match. Soon, the roaring fire spews embers up the chimney, but despite sitting in front of the warm blaze, you have to throw the wool blanket from the couch around your shoulders.

There was something so chilling about the unsettling, sad story Frankie told you. He had heard it from the old gardener, Ennis, who in turn had been a young boy at the time, running errands and helping out on the estate.

“They had more people employed back then,” Frankie had explained. “And seasonal hires. One spring, a man showed up. Eloquent and charming. But Ennis said he always felt nervous around him. There was something… feral about him. Like a wolf that had been tamed but that you can never trust.”

You put another log on the fire and wrap the blanket tighter around you.

“Olga’s parents were old school fancy people. A little racist, too. Most of their gardeners were black but this guy wasn’t. He’d recite Shakespeare from memory. He was always seen reading books during his breaks. His articulate nature spoke to them. Olga was 16 or so at the time. She had had polio as a child so she was protected and handled like china. Had never been anywhere except into town.”

Chills run up your spine, even with the heat burning against your face. You extend your hands, palms forward, to warm up your fingers.

“I don’t know exactly what happened, but Olga took a liking to him. And he to her. He was twice her age. Ennis would see them talking, a little closer than was appropriate. He would never touch her, but there was something about how he leaned over her that felt… wrong.”

You shake your head and get up, go to the window and look out at the vanishing world. Through the mist of falling snow, you make out Frankie’s dark form moving with the shovel in his Sisyphean task. And further away: the snowman.

You had asked Frankie about it. Had he seen anyone? Who had made it? He had shrugged. The kids? He didn’t seem to be that bothered with it.

The cottage feels warmer and you take off the blanket, fold it neatly and put it over the arm rest of the couch. Another log on the fire before you go to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. Holding the hot mug with both hands, cupping your palms around it, you retreat to the living-room and curl up in one couch corner. The novel you brought is on the side table, and you pick it up.

The sentences make no sense, the plot evades you.

“She was smitten with him, that much was clear. Her parents were blind to it, impressed with him as they were. Olga was an indoor child, a reading child, but Ennis would see her outside more and more, always hovering near him, always listening to him talk about the books he read.”

“What was his name?” you had asked. Frankie had given you a strange look, a hint of hesitation in his nut brown eyes.

“Ezra.”

“Ezra,” you murmur, and perceive a gush of wind from the old window. Looking up, you see that the snow is still falling perfectly perpendicular.

“Jesus Christ, get a grip,” you chide yourself and grab your mug for a sip of tea.

The tea is cold, despite the heat rapidly building up in the room, despite you having just made it.

You look around the room, half expecting someone to pop out from somewhere and announce that you are on Candid Camera. But you know there’s nobody but you in the cottage.

You’re confused, you know that. Your whole world has been turned upside down. You probably didn’t even heat the water, just poured cold water into the mug.

The bag is still submerged, the water is colored, and you realize that you can smell the brewed herbs. Tea doesn’t brew in cold water.

You get up and take the mug to the kitchen, where you pour it out in the sink. The kettle is still warm.

You probably boiled the water, then put cold tap water in the mug. You’re not yourself.

Having lost the appetite for tea, you go back to the living-room and grab the poker to the move around the firewood before putting in another log. As the fire roars on, and you go to the window and look out, suddenly longing for company.

You can’t see Frankie anymore, but the snowman is still there. Even through the falling powder you can see the dark holes that are his eyes. Staring right at you.

You���re jerked awake by banging on the door. Groggily, you look around. The fire has died down, only embers glowing in a pile of ash on the stone.

Another banging, and you get on your feet. The room is swimming in warmth, but there is a draft along the floorboards. You go to open the door, finding Frankie outside, the cap of his hat white with snow.

“Hi,” he nods to you with a little smile. “I just wanted to see that you were all right.”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

He casts his eyes down, as if expecting to find the answer by his booted feet.

“You seemed upset. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t make you feel bad, telling you about Olga.”

“Oh.” That’s sweet of him. You appreciate it, but you’re still wary. You’re not sure you can handle handsome and sweet in your emotionally fragile state.

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

“Sure. I’ll be off home to the missus but I may have to come out once more tonight. The snow’s not going to stop anytime soon.” The line between his eyebrows tells you all you need to know about his opinion on that.

You nod, because you don’t really know what to say to that.

“If you see me later, and you need anything… just come pull my sleeve, okay?”

You swallow. “That’s nice of you. Thanks.”

He leaves with a short nod and a quick smile, and you close the door, cheeks flushing red. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the man, but you hope you didn’t look like a traffic light to him.

You’ve napped way past lunchtime, and now make yourself a couple of sandwiches that you eat while managing to read a couple of pages in your book. You check your phone: a how are you message from a friend, some emails from store chains you have a membership card to, telling you it’s still not too late to shop for Christmas presents. You ignore all, swiping away the notifications.

The cottage is suddenly too warm, too cramped. The rat is back in your chest and the only way to make it calm down is to walk it, so you pull on your outerwear and go out for a walk.

The snowman is staring at you from across the road. Without making a conscious decision, you walk up to it.

It’s almost as tall as you are, its three-ball body round and jolly, but there is an air of bleakness looming over it. The depressions in its face are deep and filled with twigs and moss, making it look like its weeping green and spewing wood. An attempt has been made to give it hair but the maker seems to have run out of material: there are dark stems of flowers long dead stuck onto the top of it, but over what would be its right temple is a handful of hay. The yellow-white straws make a stark contrast against the rest of the would-be hair and together with the smirk the snowman has been given, it looks almost menacing. Or teasing, like a schoolyard bully. Yet, the thought that has been put into the work renders it some intelligence.

You shudder and lower your gaze from its face. A branch has been stuck into the snowman’s left side, giving it a bushy, many-fingered arm, but there is only a short stick on the right side, like the maker grew tired of looking for a matching arm. It makes the end result look a little lopsided.

You realize that there are no traces in the snow. Granted, it has snowed for twenty-four hours, but there should be traces where the body has been rolled, gathering up more and more layers. There should be indications of footprints in the snow, yet there are none.

You shake your head and turn your back to the snowman, starting your walk. Until you reach a bend in the road and disappear out of sight from the lawn, you feel like there’s a pair of eyes following you.

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

Rocky II is also fantastic. 'You've answered the call, you have been changed, now what?' It's this really stunning thing I see in a lot of art. The movie as a duology reminds me a lot of these two albums by this band called Rent Strike.

IX, their second album is about quitting dope. The final track, IX: To The West, has such finality to it. It's like it's saying "holy shit, I fucking did it." Some of the last lines are "It sucks but I'm letting it go," "you can all go to heaven or whatever, I won't be meeting you there." It kinda presumes a state of completion.

The end of Rocky is pretty similar. Reporters are asking him if there'll be a rematch, he says no multiple times, and he goes and finds Adrian. The story says it's done.

Rent Strike's third album, NOW, takes on a level of curiosity. "So if we're not going back to the bottle, we're gonna have to learn to adapt on the fly." There's a lot more complexity in the emotions of the album, it's not about triumphant, discreet victory, it's about the slow, daily process of having to live your life changed.

And Rocky II mirrors this in a lot of ways. Both have these really complex feelings around failure. In so many obvious ways their lives are better now, their change was good for them. But they still have to deal with the problem of being a human being, despite their triumphs. If Rocky and IX are about kicking your feet to get your head above water, Rocky II and NOW are about learning to swim

Isn't it crazy that like the Rocky series exists

[undeadhorse]

i think RENT STRIKE IX (its an album) is like. hitting in a similar way to like. the mlp craving.

that is to say. its speaking directly to the part of me that feels forced to the fringes of society, and tells me theres someone who understands. where mlp tells me things can be better. and to keep growing no matter what.

IX also tells me that theres other people like me out there fighting and surviving and i can keep doing that too.

i still would rather give up on this world and leave for equestria. but i can like, make something of this world so since i cant escape to equestria ill stay and build.

ill just take the image of a better world in my head and try to embody it and force the world around me into a better shape too.

and ill keep fixating on mlp bc its like, motivating and all about growth and as far as im concerned the point to living is to keep growing and bettering yourself as much as you can and to make as much art as you can and to try and make the world better too. and thats like, something i think mlp really encourages.

its so weird like i know i have this bizarre deranged perspective but its chill thats how i am. im a monster and im okay w that. finding the balance of self love and embracing being othered is the goal. then turn that into rebellion and art. live to make your living flesh a monument to rejection of the tenets of the society you were born into. the society that told you over and over and over that you dont belong and pushed you to the fringes and tells you to die and hurt yourself and cut your meat into the shape it wants from you.

when you're trans and more, loving yourself and not cowing to the demands to conform is revolution. my body is a living monument and i love myself and stand tall to tell the world that wants me dead that it cant kill me, it will burn before i do.

[alluv1um]

I know where I gotta go, but dammit! I want to know when!

So I let it go. I let it go!

I let everything go.

I’m leaving the pain I have claimed as my own.

It sucks, but I’m letting it go.

[drkatzgoodbye4everarchive]

42. Your favorite(s) “no skips” album(s):

omg yesss i have a lot

the first glass beach album (glass beach), its like our little machine (foot ox), remain in light and speaking in tongues (talking heads), christopher cross (christopher cross), remember that i love you (kimya dawson), ski mask (islands), christmas island (ajj), IX (rent strike) im gonna stop there. you get the point