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Best "Emo" Disc 50 - Part 5 - Further Seems Forever, Thursday, Burning Airlines, The Used [ROCKIN'ON (April 2007)]

『THE MOON IS DOWN』 FURTHER SEEMS FOREVER 【March 2001】 The first album by Further Seems Forever, whose sound even hints at the fact that ‘after the break-up of Florida's legendary Christian hardcore band Strongarm, four of its members formed the band with current Dashboard Confessional vocalist Chris Carrabba as the band's lead singer’. Unlike the Strongarm era, when the basic structure of drums/bass was hardcore itself, they built an even thicker wall of sound and fortified themselves with it, this work conveys an airy mode of breaking down all walls with their own hands and wishing to connect to any genre. The title track of this album and “Snowbirds And Townies” feature chord work that brings to life heartbreaking sadness, and Chris' vocals, which take you beyond the world of pop rather than the heavy dark world, easily clear the “prescribed performance” of emo while at the same time presenting an unshakable “golden rule.” The band's dignified sound was needed at a time when emo was in turmoil, but after repeated member changes, they disbanded in January last year. What a shame. (Tomoki Takahashi)

『FULL COLLAPSE』 THURSDAY 【April 2001】 Thursday is a band that emerged early on in the New York & New Jersey scene. They have released four albums to date, but I think this second one is still their masterpiece. Vocalist Jeff Rickley raised his fist with his painfully thin (now he's finally grown into a visible physique) body, and always embodied the sorrow, haste, and impulse that the band portrays in their albums. However, for example, “Understanding in a Car Crash” was written based on a friend's accident, but the melody line swings so naively that it is often compared to the Cure, and the sound is also more refined than other bands whose sound tends to be monotonous and hard-edged. This was their originality, and it also seemed to make the band's spirit freer. They have evolved the format of hardcore punk itself by expressing the complex and fragile emotions of facing death, loss, and despair, and still having to move forward despite the feelings of helplessness. (Akemi Nakamura)

『IDENTIKIT』 BURNING AIRLINES 【May 2001】 Regarding their sound, Yoshiyuki Suzuki once left a very intriguing quote, which I will use with a slight modification because there is nothing better than that. In other words, it is as if the spirit of Fugazi and the pop sensibility of XTC were fused together by a demon. Can the essence of both really be compatible? But you'll know it when you hear it. Their music is full of surprises, yet catchy, unrestrained, and at the same time has a neat beauty similar to a mathematical formula, with reason and instinct, intellect and impulse are two sides of the same coin, and it is filled with thrills and excitement that will make your spine tingle. The band was formed in 1998 around J. Robbins, the leader of Jawbox. This is their second album, released in 2001, but their first album, with its slightly brighter melody, was also excellent. Unfortunately, these are the only two albums they have released. After the band broke up, J formed the Channels with his wife. They released an EP on Desoto and the first album on their ally [label] Dischord, but shortly afterwards their child was diagnosed with a serious illness and the band was forced to stop. For more information, please visit the Desoto Records website. (Tomoko Nakagome)

『THE USED』 THE USED 【June 2002】 The Used are headliners again for this year's 'Taste of Chaos Tour', currently taking place in the USA. Six years after their debut, they are still making an impact on the post-hardcore scene, especially as the originators of screamo.

Formed in Orem, Utah, in the mid-90s, they were kicked out of their home for not following the Mormon teachings, had no money to buy drumsticks even if they wanted to record, were kicked out for being too loud to play live, and became addicted to drugs…… This is the story of how they had to escape from the cage of Orem in order to survive, and it is actually a boring and common story that is repeated countless times in rural America. However, they produced this debut album even though they had not yet performed live 20 times. Passion ignited by the friction and discord of oppression. This deformed, twisted sound, but with a solitary beauty, more than anything else tells us why such an ordinary story did not have an ordinary ending.

For example, what was interesting about watching the Warped Tour around 2002 was that the bands stimulated each other, and at an incredible speed, they took in new inspiration and developed and expanded in order to give their own bands their own characteristics. It was similar to the hip-hop scene, and I think it was also important that it was born as an extension of the mainstream mixture, but discovering new sounds was the driving force of this scene. I think that's why the scene had the stamina to survive in the mainstream, from metal to disco.

This album was also an album that took the scene one step further with such a discovery. From “Maybe Memories,” with its metal guitars, dry drums, and screams that seem to say, "Let me out of here," to the pop singalong number “The Taste of Ink.” This song is about living every day as if you were dead thinking, ‘today might be the end’, but believing that you know ‘that day’ will come. If there is a theme running through the whole album, this might be it. Hopes and fears that this might be their first and last chance. The days when we believed that even if we were at rock bottom, we could always get out. The pain of being trapped in a cage of boredom, trapped and unable to escape, sometimes in heavy guitar sounds, sometimes in screams, sometimes in the pain of distortion and high tension, as in one of their best-known songs, “A Box Full of Sharp Objects”. Bert McCracken's vocal style changes rapidly, and the lyrics scream that today is the time to shine, more than yesterday. Then there is the falsetto voice on “Blue and Yellow” and the acoustic guitar and strings in “On My Own” are also beautiful. The boring everyday life in their eyes. The desire to convey these emotions in a realistic way by any means possible broke the rules and was beautifully sublimated in this album. In 2004, they released their second album, “In Love and Death”. (Akemi Nakamura)

Translator's Note: I think in terms of history, to say that without the existence of Warped Tour, there wouldn't be a catalyst responsible for the second generation of the "emo" movement is an understatement. Somewhat ironically and unsurprisingly, The Used hated being called an "emo" or "screamo" band, and it was only until 2017 that Bert McCracken finally accepted that their band was emo after all.

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lores-got-lore · 2 months ago

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Picture Perfect. // Chapter 10.

TBP!Gerard Way x AFAB!Reader.

Warnings:

Descriptions of gore, cursing.

Word Count:

1.9k

You had woken up early that morning to run Way's clothing through the washer. Due to the fact that they reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke, it was the least you could do. You didn't know what had possessed you to do it, though. You had a feeling that maybe, just maybe today would be good.

You shook him awake and asked if he wanted to take a shower. Memories of the night before flooded his mind, and he began to apologize profusely. You simply shook your head and tossed him a towel. He thanked you and took a quick shower.

By the time he was out, his clothes were done in the dryer. As he changed, you made a quick pot of coffee for the two of you.

You couldn't believe how nice you were being to him. It was strange, but it almost felt good.

Neither of you spoke on the drive to the office. He stared out of the window, deep in thought as the radio played softly on the background. You glanced his way every once in a while, but he never looked at you once. You wanted to say something, ask if he was okay, but you figured he was just hung over. You knew how he felt: you wanted to talk about last night, but you didn't know what else to say about it. What was there to say?

Way walked next to you as you entered the office. Something immediately caught your eye: a small package was sat atop of Ieros desk. It was tattered and torn, almost abnormally beaten. Iero whirled around in his chair, waving at you two excitedly.

"Hey, something came in the mail for you guys." He walked around the desk to come face to face with you. He handed you the small box. "It's weird, though. We never get packages here."

You raised your eyebrow, shooting Way a questioning glance before walking back to your desk. Way leaned against your table while Iero stole his chair.

"Let's hope it's not a bomb," Way snickered.

"That's not funny," you muttered, suppressing a giggle.

"Just shut up and open it!" Frank pleaded.

You obeyed his wishes, slicing open the tape with a pair of scissors you kept in your desk (at least they finally came in handy).

A layer of black fabric was the first thing you saw. You could tell there were a few items under the cloth. Your stomach dropped as you slowly lifted them. It was a pair of dress pants with the calf ripped up. You immediately knew that they were yours. You slapped your hand over your mouth, not knowing whether to cry, vomit, or shit your pants.

Way knew as soon as you did, his face turning a shade paler. "You both look like you've seen a ghost. Can someone clue me in?" Frank pleaded.

"These pants are mine. I didn't get rid of them, and the only person who has been over since that incident was Agent Way." You explained shakily, setting the pants to the side.

You pulled out what looked like leather. It was thicker than leather, though. It was a grey-ish peachy shade. As you looked closer, it finally hit you what you were actually holding. Overwhelming nausea washed over you. "It's human skin," you threw it back down into the box, turning away to process what had happened. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. Your hands felt disgusting, and in that moment, you knew that they would never truly feel sanitary again.

You heard Iero gag, followed by the sound of Way gasping. The air felt stiff as the three of you stood there in shock.

Finally, Way had worked up the courage to take the last item out of the box. It was an envelope. There were two things in it: a small note and a Polaroid photo.

"It's just a bunch of dates," Way explained, setting it on the table to look into later. He had to begin to speak once more before cutting his own sentence off. "L/n, I-"

"Let me see," Before Way could've argued, Frankie took the Polaroid out of his hand. His jaw fell to the floor as he looked at it. His reaction quickly changed as he began to laugh hysterically.

He handed it to you, attempting to catch his breath. Your face felt hot as you looked at the photo. It was of you and Way on the couch. You were basically eating eachothers faces. Ways hands gripped your hips tight as yours rested on his chest.

Frank took a couple of deep breaths before speaking. "Sorry, whoever sent this called you guys the fuck out. In all seriousness, Y/n is obviously being stalked. I want both of you to move to a safe house we have up north."

"What? Why do I have to go?" Way complained.

"Because you're her partner. There's no doubt he's after you, too." Frank responded in a nonchalant manner.

"I hate that you're the motherfucker in charge sometimes." He rolled his eyes. "When do you want us to go?"

"Like, right now. We don't know what our guy is planning to do. Boss doesnt want you guys leaving besides for work," He sucked in air through his teeth. "or with your appointed officer."

"This is such fucking bullshit." Way mumbled under his breath.

"I'll be bringing you two necessities and shit."

"Don't you think this is a little excessive?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Its just the game we play, sugar." Way wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Shoulda known what you signed up for."

Iero cleared his throat. "Anyway, the big man wants you two moved immediately. You guys are two of our top detectives, you know." He shrugged.

"So, we need to go home and pack some of our shit right now?" Way asked.

Frank simply nodded. "Yeah. I'm gonna be tagging along with Y/n. I'll send you the address. I highly suggest you don't take forever. We dont know what our killers goal is." Iero linked his arm with yours, pulling you out of Ways grasp.

A hint of jealousy flashed over Ways face. "Got it," he replied through his teeth. He glared at you before walking out of the building.

Frank physically could not shut up about the polaroid of you and Way. It got to the point where you had stopped responding all together. Even that didn't stop his teasing. That had lasted the whole car ride until you had reached your house.

Melancholy washed over you as you looked at your house. You didn't know the next time you were going to see it, or if you were even going to make it back there in the first place.

Frank patted your shoulder. "It will be okay, I promise." His voice was soft and comforting.

"Okay," you agreed, trying to convince yourself that it would've been.

He helped you pack nearly all of your clothes and your essentials, like a toothbrush and hairbrush. The food in your fridge made you slightly paranoid, but you'd take care of it if it happened to be expired by the time you were back.

You locked up your house, shoving the key deep in your pocket. You tossed two suitcases in the back of the car.

Iero was your verbal guide, leading you to the safe house. It was a decent distance away from your house and especially the office. It brought you some sort of peace of mind, but it didn't make the pit in your stomach go away.

By the time you were there, Way had already arrived. He was leaning against his car smoking a cigarette. "You told me to hurry, and I've been here for 20 minutes. I don't even have a key!" Way complained as you crawled out of the drivers seat.

You ignored him, taking the keys from Frank to get inside. He had called a cab during the car ride there. You gave Frank a side hug, "thank you so much for your help."

"It's really no problem, I don't want to see my best friend dead on the news." He flashed you a smile before crawling into the back of a car.

You unlocked the front door and walked inside with both of your suitcases. Way wasn't far behind you. You didn't speak to him, just went to your room to unpack.

The place was pretty cute. Not your style, but cute. The house was old. It had floral wallpaper and off white furniture. It made you wonder what they had previously used this place for, if anything else.

It didn't take you long to unpack your clothing. You flopped down onto the bed, letting out an exasperated sigh. You couldn't believe what your life had come to in less than 2 hours. You were now living with the man you hated the most. You were also wanted by the most mysterious killer you had ever worked with before. Could your life get any worse?

All you could do was roll over and go to sleep.

You didn't know how long you were out for, but someone gently shaking you startled you awake. "Hey, I made frozen pizza. You want some?" You rolled over to see Way. He was in pajama pants and a band tee. His hair was messy now. You wondered what he had been doing that whole time. "You're also sleeping in your work clothes with your shoes on." He teased.

You pressed against his chest, pushing him away. "Yeah, I'll take some. Thank you."

He nodded before leaving the room. You swiftly got changed into something more comfortable before meeting Way at the dining room table.

He had set out a plate with two pieces of peperoni pizza on a plate for you. You sat down across from him, not saying a word. He was already eating.

The light above you was dim, occasionally flickering. It was an off putting scene.

You watched Way carefully, waiting for him to say something. You felt nervous, as if you knew he was about to start an argument or...

"Are you in to Frank?" He asked, finally looking up from his plate.

"What?" You asked. The question caught you off guard.

"Are you in to Frank? Frank Iero." He emphasized his question.

"And if I was?" You rolled your eyes.

"Then I think we'd have a problem," he leaned back in his chair, licking his lips as he stared at you.

"You don't own me."

"I never said I did, sugar." He smirked. "You think about that a lot?"

You had never rolled your eyes harder. You knew what the truth was: 'Yeah, I think about that more than-' "You wish."

He snickered, taking a sip of his water. "Did you not see how he was flirting with you?"

"He's my best friend, Way. He's not flirting with me."

"I think he's trying to keep you away from me," he put it simply, lowering his voice as if someone else was inside.

'No, actually, he's rooting for us.'

You laughed. "You're hilarious. I knew it was a bad idea to come down here." You threw your now empty paper plate in the trash and turned to walk away.

Way did the same and followed you up the stairs. "He was for sure flirting with you."

He was just trying to get on your nerves. "How stupid are you? Get it through your thick skull that I am not into Fra-"

He pressed a kiss to your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away. He turned around and walked into his room, not daring to spare a glance back at you. "Goodnight, L/n."

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