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Kate Bush

The Strokes

Jayjune

Snapline

Teresa Teng

Stalin Gardens

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it’s fucked up because it all comes back to you. every time i try to move on. every time i try to write a story i write it about you. when i make myself imagine the perfect girlfriend who i will most definitely find and date now that i have gotten over you, i keep adding traits to this theoretical girl and every single time she just becomes you and i give up out of frustration.

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SAW TURN ON THE BRIGHT LIGHTS IN A SHOP WITH A “THIS FUCKING ROCKS” STICKER ON IT SO TOOK IT TO COUNTER AND SLAMMED IT DOWN AND SHOUTED AT DUDE WORKING THERE “HOW MUCH?” WHEN HE ANSWERED I SAID “NOT THE PRICE DILLWEED, HOW MUCH DOES IT ROCK?”  DILWEED’S ANSWER IS LIKE SHRUG, “I dunno, a lot?” WHICH WINDS ME UP ‘COS HE’S BEING A PUSSY ABOUT IT AND I SAY “I WANT IT TO ROCK MY SOCKS CLEAN OFF MY FEET, IS IT GONNA DO THAT?”  AND HE’S ALL LIKE, “Yeah it will.” SO I’M LIKE, “YEAH I’LL TAKE IT.” GET IT HOME AND PUT IT ON, TURNING IT UP AND SOME GUY STARTS MUMBLING ABOUT ‘SURPRISING ME WHEN I’M DOWN’ AND I START THINKING 'WHAT KIND OF NANCY BULLSHIT HAVE I GOT INTO HERE?’  BUT THEN SOME ECHOEY REVERB STARTS HAPPENING AND I START THINKING 'WHAT KIND OF DISMEMBERMENT PLAN RUBBISH HAVE I GOT MYSELF INTO HERE?’  AND THEN AFTER FOUR MINUTES OF GETTING ANGRY COS I GOT BURNED INTO BUYING SOME ARTSY RUBBISH THE BAND KICK IN ALL JABBING RIFFS AND YELLING TIL THEY’RE HORSE AND I GO WILD, SMASHING UP THE ROOM WITH PART ANGER AND PART POST-PUNK JOY.  MAN, THERE’S LIKE A PIT GOING IN MY LIVING ROOM AND IT’S JUST ME AND I’M TEARING INTO SHIT AND THE CURTAINS ARE FALLING DOWN AND MOM’S YELLING FROM HER BED BUT I PRETEND LIKE I DON’T HEAR HER CRIES COS I’M GOING APE SHIT ROCKING OUT AND BEING ALL POST-PUNK AND SHIT. BUT SOON I’M GETTING ANGRY AGAIN COS, YEAH, THEY KNOW HOW TO ROCK OUT THESE BOYS DO, SO WHAT I WANNA KNOW IS WHY THEY GOTTA KEEP INTERRUPTING MY SLAM DANCING WITH SOME LAYERED DREAM POP BULLSHIT OR SOME QUIET BITS AND EVEN, GET THIS, A TWO MINUTE OUTRO!!  I MEAN, I’M THERE ROCKING OUT LIKE I KNOW HOW AND THEN THERE’S THIS FUCKING OUTRO, AND YEAH, IT’S DOING A QUALITY BIT OF A TUNE, BUT WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF SOME OF MY CREW WALKED IN AT THAT MOMENT AND SAW ME ALL SWEATY AND BLEEDING AND LISTENING TO A FUCKING SHOEGAZE OUTRO???  I’D HAVE TO KILL MYSELF OR ALL OF THEM AS THE SHAME OF IT ALL WOULD BE TOO MUCH. SO IT WAS TOO STOP STARTY AND ONE MINUTE I WAS SLAMMIN’ ROUND THE LIVING ROOM WITH MOMMA HOLLERING AT ME TO TURN IT OFF AND BRING HER HER MEDICATION AND THE NEXT MINUTE THEY’RE CHANGING THEIR MINDS HALFWAY THROUGH THE SONG AND TURNING IT INTO THIS POST-ROCK NOODLING OR DOING SOME GALAXIE 500 OR SOME SHIT, SO I MARCHED BACK TO THE SHOP AND SLAM THE CD DOWN IN FRONT OF THAT SAME WUSSY MOFO AND SAY “MY SOCKS ARE LIKE STILL ON DUDE!” AND HE SIGHS AND TAKES IT FROM ME WITH NO QUESTIONS AND SAYS, “you wanna swap it for something else or do you want cash?”  SO I WAS ALL LIKE, “CASH OF COURSE, I AIN’T BUYING FROM A SHOP THAT HAS STICKERS SAYING 'THIS ROCKS’ ON STUFF THAT DOESN’T.” SO HE SAYS, “you didn’t like it too much then, I didn’t think you would.”  AND I SAID “WHAT THE FUCK’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? I LIKE SOME OF IT, THEY JUST NEED TO KEEP IT PINK FLAG ALL THE WAY THROUGH NOT JUST WHEN IT SUITS THEM.”  AND HE SAYS, ALL COCKY LIKE “well, Interpol made this album to move the state of post-punk at the turn of the century on as they thought that it was stagnating and lacking ideas and made for people like you who were all about Entertainment and An Ideal for Living rather than Ferment and Fake Can Be Just as Good. They did it, I think, but sadly there will always be people like you who were left behind.  I mean, does it get much better than when Daniel Kessler’s vocals kick in after the indulgent breakdown on "PDA”?  That bit sounds like an angel singing, it’s insane!  Or, or the fast-spoken verse on “Say Hello to the Angels”?  When the bass solo comes in it’s epic, really groundbreaking for a post-punk revival record.  But, if you didn’t like it…..“ I BARELY GIVE THE GUY TIME TO OPEN THE TILL BEFORE I LIFT IT RIGHT UP FROM THE COUNTER PULLING ALL THE WIRES OUT WITH IT AND CRACK IT OVER HIS HEAD THE PRICK.  THEN I PUT IT THROUGH THE WINDOW AND KNOCK OVER A COUPLE OF SHELVES WORTH OF CD’S BEFORE STAMPING ON THE GUY’S HEAD AND LEGGING IT.  AS I LEFT I HEARD HIM SHOUT "Philistine!”  I’M GONNA GO HOME AND LOOK THAT FUCKING WORD UP TO WORK OUT WHETHER HE'S GOT ANOTHER VISIT COMING OR NOT.

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quelle chris - guns

...and you will know us by the trail of dead - source codes & tags

broken social scene - hug of thunder

clap your hands say yeah - clap your hands say yeah

boredoms - vision creation newsun

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my ranking of early 00s indie rock/post-punk revival/any band who did cocaine with karen o in pre-gentrified bed-stuy 20 years ago

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interpol is apparently considering an antics anniversary tour. i am diametrically opposed to  this because 1) it really wasnt that seminal of an album 2) it’s kind of sad if they just keep putting out shitty material and doing nonstop anniversary tours of their laughably superior early work at the same time 3) like again it was a good album but not tour-worthy (totbl, unquestionably, yeah, but.... antics?). i mean fuck bloc party’s silent alarm was infinitely more impactful than antics ever was and people are still debating whether or not that warrants an anniversary otour. 

none of this matters because i will still lose my absolute shit if i dont get tickets within five seconds 

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my favorite thing about the niche MMITB culture is that everyone who’s read it always says the same exact thing and it’s always “damn, these early 00s scene band members sure were a bunch of entitled, self-absorbed assholes who think they’re way cooler and edgier than they actually ever were. but the guys in interpol are surprisingly chill and i have a newfound respect for them.” because yeah on the interpol part they’re all the most well-adjusted people to come out of the entire scene despite paul banks actually doing the worst drugs out of, like, everyone except for albert hammond jr. but i digress because for once i’m not trying to talk about interpol right now, i’m talking about how when people say early 00s scene lead singers are “assholes who think they’re cooler/edgier than they actually are” we all know they’re talking about james murphy. and they’re right. they’re absolutely right. but that’s also *why* you love james murphy, the caustic bastard. he’s literally only relevant because back in 2002 he wrote a single about how irrelevant he is. you don’t love him because he’s cool and slick like glowering julian “slick 

anyway stream electric lady sessions on itunes

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my favorite thing about mercury rev’s simultaneous legendary reputation and obscurity is that you get vague reviews of their most famous songs like “i’ve heard whispers that dean wareham is on it somewhere.” no confirmation. nothing concrete. just the vague and windswept rumor that the dude from galaxie 500 is on the band’s biggest 20-year-old single, somewhere. 

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overall i think history has given all of these albums credit where credit's been due except 1) silent alarm is... really not that good and 2) echoes and the decline of british sea power underrated as Fuck

complaints about bloc party sucking immediately after silent alarm are unwarranted because you guys should have realized silent alarm was only good because you listened to it at the right time and the right place i.e. sad and angry and in college 

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i think the most insufferably indie thing i've ever heard was an interview with interpol where the drummer was like "back in 2002 when i first found out our debut was actually selling units, i looked at the numbers and thought, holy shit. those are yo la tengo numbers"

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somewhere, james murphy stiffens. he senses that, across the country, a 16 year old girl has just reblogged a photo of him and tagged it unironically with “#:’) grandpa”. he stares at the wall. he takes a long, hard sip of his bourbon. “i’m finally doing it,” he announces, apparently addressing thin air. “i’m finally losing my edge.” from the other room, his wife makes an absentminded noise of affirmation and continues playing candy crush.

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angles obviously isnt mid 2k but its so mediocre and so synthpop-adjacent that it deserved a shoutout anyway

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everything in the top ten is a classic/masterpiece, then the rest of it is Great until around the sophtware slump whereupon it starts being Just Kind Of Good I Guess But Still Worth Mentioning

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painfully mediocre and dangerously synthpop-adjacent mid-2k post-punk revival

echoes 

tonight: franz ferdinand

to lose my life

our love to admire

a weekend in the city

cool kids of death

the back room

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i just think it's really funny how it's in the way that she walks her heaven is never enough she puts the weights into my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes it apart oh she puts the weights into my little heart i said she puts the weights into my little heart

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complaints about bloc party immediately sucking after their debut are unwarranted because

you guys should have realized that silent alarm wasnt even good you just got turned onto it at the right place and the right time i.e. sad and angry and in college

silent alarm gang stay oppressed turn on the bright lights gang rise up

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i was bored and tried to get my little sister into mitski for absolutely no reason and now she's actually like, really into her . i literally dont know why i did this. i hate mitski but its all you can hear in this house now 

this is what runs through my head every time i hear bury me at makeout creek at full blast from her room and i know that im the sole reason behind my own pain