#A Hawk and a Hacksaw

[beginningspod]

It's time for Beginnings, the podcast where writer and performer Andy Beckerman talks to the comedians, writers, filmmakers and musicians he admires about their earliest creative experiences and the numerous ways in which a creative life can unfold.

On today's episode, I talk to musician Heather Trost. Originally from Albuquerque, NM, Heather really started taking music seriously in college, often touring whenever she wasn't in class. In the early 2000s, she met her now husband, Neutral Milk Hotel drummer Jeremy Barnes and joined his fledgling project A Hawk and A Hacksaw, making it a duo. Since that time, they have released six albums, the latest of which is Forest Bathing in 2018. As a solo musician, Heather has released four albums, and her latest Desert Flowers, was released late last year on Ba Da Bing Records, and it's great!

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[sm-selenographer]

A Hawk and a Hacksaw at Flicker Bar, Athens, Georgia, June 28, 2024 | SM Piotrowski

[vaguely-concerned]

I really really like that lucanis reaches the 'there must be some way through this' realization 'off camera', so to speak, while presumably looking at rook explaining the situation to spite. it just. hits right. he gets that moment to himself after 'this place is a nightmare, why would I want to stay here' to come back into focus, to gather himself and think it through in peace, outside of the demands of anyone’s gaze (including the player’s!), while rook takes care of spite’s confusion and urgency and distress as he can’t himself in this shattered state. they're inside his soul, but he still gets that moment of privacy, with rook and spite there and supporting but not intruding. idk there's just something so good and right-feeling about it. rook's presence in lucanis' mind at its most vulnerable and frozen could have felt SO invasive if the quest wasn't written as skillfully as it is, and I get skeeved out by that kind of thing incredibly easily so it's a testament to how well it's done that it always feels safe and supportive. lucanis has had both his bodily and psychological (slash spiritual/existential) integrity and autonomy violated so brutally and repeatedly, and having even the way the camera perceives him here grant him the dignity and respect and privacy of soul he hasn’t experienced in a long time… it’s a whole thing huh. No wonder it’s taken me a while to put it into words lol 

(also what a contrast to what solas and rook have got going on, and what a sly way to slide the point of comparison in there to build to the thematic whole. the solas version of this IS of course wildly invasive and skeeves me out but in the intended delighted horror movie way. solas, too, was let into someone’s soul through the cracks in the wake of a traumatic event, and he IMMEDIATELY sought to turn it to his own benefit and use that trauma as a weapon against them fhdsja I’m sorry but it’s just such a character-revealing instinct for him to act on without hesitation and I love how terrible he is, it’s all so unforgivably premeditated and consistent.

rook acting out of the desire to make sure lucanis is ok vs. solas going ‘well. When life gives you oops killed my friend, make dead friend poisoned lemonade and make his loved ones drink it. this sunk cost fallacy isn’t going to perpetuate itself’ is such a neat contrast and it’s not in your face about it but it’s still there, deep and solid down in the thematic narrative. rook doesn’t do anything to or in lucanis’ mind, really — they negotiate their way through the layers of defense and are let through, and they help him make the whole thing more explicable, but they never exert any force or go rooting around for anything that doesn’t present itself to them first. solas goes about gathering ammo for when he's going to nothing personel kid this person from like the first moment fhdskh doesn't waste a second before he's on that gaslight gatekeep girlboss grind. the fact that the game goes out of its way to show there IS a respectful, non-selfish and kind version of this process makes what solas is doing even more deliciously awful (glee) and rook and lucanis’ relationship (platonic, romantic, whatever it might be in any given playthrough) all the more moving to me)

[meatsound]

trying to torrent an album that was basically only in full on spotify but the artists removed it and it was barely anywhere else except one song uploaded on youtube, a live performance of the video wioth the worst cellphone quality known to man, and one or two songs uploaded to bandcamp by a random account

[jeandejard3n]

Blood of Patriots

[jartita-me-teneis]

Top 105 películas basadas en hechos reales.

1. 8 Millas (2002)

2. 12 años de esclavo (2013)

3. 127 Horas (2010)

4. Una mente hermosa (2001)

5. Un corazón valiente (1995)

6. Unos pocos hombres buenos (1992)

7. Un milagro sobre hielo (1981)

8. Todos los hombres del presidente (1976)

9. American Hustle (2013)

10. Francotirador americano (2014)

11. Apolo 13 (1995)

12. Carteles fuera de Ebbing, Missouri (2017)

13. Black Hawk Down (2001)

14. BlacKkklansman (2018

15. Bohemian Rhapsody (2018)

16. Nacido el 4 de julio (1989)

17. Puente de espías (2015)

18. Capote (2005)

19. Chaplin (1992)

20. Atrápame si puedes (2002)

21. Chaplin (1992)

22. Che (2008)

23. La hija del minero de carbón (1980)

24. Montaña Fría (2003)

25. Conmoción cerebral (2015)

26. Entrenador Carter (2005)

27. Dallas Buyers Club (2013)

28. La hora más oscura (2017)

29. Deepwater Horizon (2016)

30. Dunkerque (2017)

31. Erin Brockovich (2000)

32. Escape de Alcatraz (1979)

33. Vuelo (2012)

34. Florencia Ruiseñor (2008)

35. Primer hombre (2018)

36. Escritores de la libertad (2007)

37. Frida (2002)

38. Buenos compañeros (1990)

39. Libro Verde (2018)

40. Harriet (2019)

41. Hacksaw Ridge (2016)

42. Figuras ocultas (2016)

43. Hotel Ruanda (2004)

44. Yo, Tonya (2017)

45. Invictus (2009)

46. Invencible (2006)

47. En la naturaleza (2007)

48. Jackie (2016)

49. JFK (1991)

50. Judá y el Mesías Negro (2021)

51. Solo Misericordia (2019)

52. Julie y Julia (2009)

53. Selva (2017)

54. Alegría (2015)

55. Ciudadano respetuoso de la ley (2009)

56. Lincoln (2012)

57. León (2016)

58. Amor y Misericordia (2014)

59. Milagro (2004)

60. Leche (2008)

61. Moneyball (2011)

62. Monstruo (2003)

63. Mi amigo Dahmer (2017)

64. Mi pie izquierdo (1989)

65. Ray (2004)

67. Recuerden a los Titanes (2000)

68. Richard Jewell (2019)

69. Rocketman (2019)

70. Lista de Schindler (1993)

71. Selma (2014)

72. Snowden (2016)

73. Sully (2016)

74. Focos (2015)

75. Steve Jobs (2015)

76. El 33 (2015)

77. El Álamo (2004)

78. El Aviador (2004)

79. El gran corto (2015)

80. El lado ciego (2009)

81. El niño del pijama de rayas (2008)

82. El mayordomo (2013)

83. El Conjurado (2013)

84. La chica danesa (2015)

85. El artista del desastre (2017)

86. El hombre elefante (1980)

87. Exorcismo de Emily Rose (2005)

88. El luchador (2010)

89. Los Fundadores (2016)

90. The Greatest Showman (2017)

91. El Huracán (1999)

92. Lo imposible 2012

93. Las hermanas Magdalenas (2002)

94. El hombre que lo sabía (2017)

95. La búsqueda de la felicidad (2006)

96. La Teoría del Todo (2014)

97. Tres carteleras fuera de Ebbing, Missouri (2017)

98. Titanic (1997)

99. Unbroken (2014)

100. Vicio (2018)

101. Camina la línea (2005)

102. Cuando nos levantamos (2017)

103. Salvaje (2014)

104. Zodiaco (2007)

105. Zero Dark Treinta (2012)

[grimae]

Spotify wrapped 10, 19 and 50

10. Naadmyn Magtal - Khusugtun I'm bound to have a Khusugtun song in my top 10 every year I guess.

19. Yaboo-Aidoo - Namgar When I made bets on who my top 5 bands would be this year this was always among them. Surprised they didn't make the cut.

50. A Broken Road Lined with Poplar Trees - A Hawk and a Hacksaw This one is on Vasil's playlist which is basically the only reason it got onto the wrapped playlist... Love this song, I binged it the entire week before I got top surgery in 2021. Good memories.

[barrenclan]

“the average writer uses a moderate amount of foreshadowing” is a statistical error. Author Raz “Dazzlin” Merry, who puts an UNGODLY amount of foreshadowing in the first issue alone, is an outlier and should not be counted

Haha, I was a little curious if anyone might connect that. Peek behind the curtain; that hawk was intended to be Hacksaw, or at least a bird character that would appear later in the story, but I hadn't nailed down her species or design yet. So when I make a full compiled version of this story, I'll probably edit that to be a falcon with piercing blue eyes.

[valiantvillain]

WIP Wednesday

Haven't done one of these in awhile and got a sudden urge to finally do that Valery and Sebastian piece I've been wanting to do for a hot minute. Which takes place after Leandra's death.

Burdens Shared are Burdens Halved

Valery was tired. Bone-tired. The sort of tired that made her want to lie in bed for three days. That made sense, she supposed, didn’t it? She had just lost her mother after all, the supposed Amell matriarch, in a grotesque affair of blood magic and madness. She should have felt a lot of things to be honest. Rage. Grief. Despair. Sorrow. Would have been more than justified to, from what everyone kept telling her.

Yet the only other thing she felt was an undeniable undercurrent of relief. Fierce and pounding in her veins like a flood bursting through a tightly-wrought dam, leaving naught but crumbling remains in its wake. Her “friends”, if she could truly call the sordid lot of them that, thought her daze the result of grief. An eldest daughter left bereft of a mother, the last withering branch of the Hawke family in Kirkwall. The one who would have to find the energy and the words to inform Carver of it all, wherever he and the Wardens had gone. The weight of the task should have choked her and left the parchment stained with the jagged drops of her tears.  

Instead it lay there on her desk blank as a fresh canvas and dry as the firewood crackling the fireplace, bathing the room in a warm glow of gold and orange. The heat scalding her cheek at least served to remind her that she wasn’t stone. Not yet anyway. Though she might as well have. How cold did one have to be to feel relief at the death of their own mother? 

Black ink glistened on the edge of her quill in the firelight. Black as the aged blood that had caked Leandra’s hacksawed wounds and buried itself deep beneath her nails. Valery waited for...well, anything. A lump in the throat. A hitch. A stinging at the backs of her eyes that would well in the corners and run in rivers down her cheeks like it was supposed to do. Neither could be summoned, only the gnawing emptiness of guilt. 

Not that she had failed to save her, though that was also there. But rather that she failed to feel much of anything at all. 

What a wretched daughter she was. Had probably always been. Of course, that was when the ache came, hard and throbbing and insistent like a wad of poorly chewed meat lodged in her gullet. The pinpricks needling her eyes were not wielded by sadness but by frustration. Biting her lip, she slammed the quill down, splattering ink across paper and wood. Valery ground out a sigh and squeezed her eyes shut, willing a single tear to rise. Orana would have a rotten time scrubbing that out tomorrow.  

“Dammit, dammit, dammit,” she muttered under her breath. “What is wrong with you? Maker, what isn’t wrong with you?” 

[americanphysco]

My Melissa

A Poem by T. C. Tolbert

whose trans body is a house without a hacksaw, a nap inside

a needle, a glass vase ¾ full of smooth stones;

whose trans aorta is a mesquite tree careening through power lines, a Cooper’s Hawk

lit by lightning; whose trans lungs are two jars full

of  bumblebees singing on the uncovered back porch. Even our name is a match

tossed into the fire it started, an edgeless invocation. Melissa, a wind

made by swinging; grass cutting through concrete; bubble-wrap being danced on,

albeit slowly, as if that alone could quiet the tiny explosions down the hall. Whose

trans articular cartilage is string light threaded through the rafters; whose trans

tunica media is a sliver of decorated cardboard doubling as a protest

sign inside the window, which only serves to emphasize the window’s 
inefficacy

against the sun; whose trans epiglottis is an apron

on a hook; whose trans trapezius are cups in the sink filled

with inconsistently directed knives and spoons; whose trans metatarsals are

green beans boiling on the stove; whose trans subclavian artery is organ

pipe cactus under cloud cover; whose trans left ventricle is a black-capped goldfinch hanging

upside down to eat; whose trans lesser trochanter is a hen’s claw growing around a rope;

whose trans great saphenous veins are technologies of prediction—tarot, storm-

tracker, political polls; whose trans dead space is the undeniable pollution

of light; whose trans thyroid cartilage is commissioned

graffiti; whose trans facial hair is the gentrifier yelling

gentrification; whose trans erythrocytes are dapples of daylight

drug across a concrete block wall; whose trans stroke volume is a live-

streamed filibuster; whose trans plasma is the intimacy

of strangers immediate in an emergency; whose trans plasma proteins are women

filling a courtroom—one by one approaching the judge—performing

all the mental and physical labor of obtaining a divorce; whose trans 
integumentary system

is the myth of meritocracy; whose trans rectum is a local philanthropic institution;

whose trans bile is the taste of a slap echoing in your mother’s open palm;

whose trans femoral vein is a cat’s claw’s crafted search for the sun;

whose trans pharynx is an empty building brimming with trampolines; whose trans ovaries

are interrobangs used unironically; whose trans ureter is

a stop sign stuffed with bullet holes near a ditch filled with sunflowers near a wasp’s

nest near a farm. Sometimes I’m afraid I am afraid

of me, my trans sympathetic nervous

system, my trans fatigue

cracks, my trans 1st Corinthians 3:16 training

the god right out of my trans temple,

all trans dove, no savior; a trans baptism, holy

to be a fire (trans) trembling in the tear of the trans (daughter, trans) tongue. How I love you

now, my trans vagina, my trans manubrium, my trans Melissa, in every iteration TC

Melissa Dawn Tolbert who was even once

a Harrison, a wife to a husband; it is possible she loved

me then too. Hiding can she hear me

say thank you. To my trans uterus, my trans pectoralis major, my trans penis: the highest point

on earth is in the ocean. Sea stars, our body’s becoming. A trans prayer. An infinite, inexhaustible

rhizome of the heart. You,

whose tragus is trans, whose kidneys, whose medulla oblongata, whose

adrenal glands, whose cochlea, whose pleural space; whose trans sacrum is simultaneous,

the site of the storm and the keel of a storm-scored boat.

Whose trans arrector pili muscle is the fact that no matter when this 
sentence is read, it will be true

that someone somewhere is trying to survive a sexual assault; whose trans inferior

vena cava is a clock that has not yet been hung on the wall.

I love you time, how trans you are.

Your trans boredom, ribbon-sharp and meadow-bold. You, whose bark is

trans; whose recovery, whose lumen, whose partial pressure

(trans), in order to live, must continue to respond to changes in the lungs.

[wrestlingfaves]

Royal Rumble Marathon: 1991

We’re rumbling into 1991.

Spoilers for past Rumbles,

For those too young to remember, this year’s Rumble took place during the Gulf War. Vince had the brilliant idea to take Sgt. Slaughter, one of the most patriotic wrestlers of the 1980s and star of the GI Joe cartoon and turn him into Hussein sympathizer. Stupid. Personally, I think wrestling should stay away from real-life events as the industry reduces them to racist caricatures and stereotypes. Real-life wars are tragedies, not entertainment. I watch wrestling for entertainment.

I’m only reviewing the Rumble, but the undercard is pretty good:

The Rockers vs the Orient Express

Sherri confronts the Ultimate Warrior. Re-watching the older pay per views can be a depressing experience when you realize how many stars have passed way too soon. All four participants in this segment (Mene Gene mediates, Randy Savage ambushes the Warrior) are deceased. The two commentators (Gorilla Monsoon, Roddy Piper) have passed. From the first match, Mr Fuji has passed. We’re a half hour into this program, and we’re at a fatality count of 7. On a more positive note, Sherri is one of the most talented women the sport has seen.

The Barbarian (managed by Bobby Heenan) vs the Big Boss Man (add two more to the casualty count)

Sgt Slaughter (managed by General Adnan) vs the Ultimate Warrior. Sherri (in a new outfit) and Savage interfere in the match and, honestly, are the best part of this match. Adnan has passed on, so the number of deceased performers is at 10.

Koko B Ware vs the Mountie (managed by Jimmy Hart). The Mountie always gets his man! And we finally have a match where no one has died!

Dusty & Dustin Rhodes vs Ted DiBase & Virgil (add two more to the passed on category, we’re now at a total of 12 performers that have left us too soon. Side note: Dusty’s WWE theme is one of my all-time favorites. DiBase’s theme is also a banger. Virgil finally turns on the Million-Dollar Man!

The entrants of the Rumble in order of appearance:

Bret Hart (2nd time the Hitman has been the #1 participant)

Dino Bravo (managed by Jimmy Hart)

Greg Valentine (managed by Jimmy Hart)

Paul Roma (managed by Slick)

“Texas Tornado” Kerry Von Erich (Kerry ran to the ring – I can see why people were unaware that he had a foot amputated).

Rick Martel

Tony Atlas (or Samba Simba as he was known at the time…such a bad stereotypical gimmick)

Bushwhacker Butch

Jake Roberts

Hercules (managed by Slick)

Tito Santana

Undertaker (managed by Brother Love)

Jimmy Snuka

Davey Boy Smith

Smash of Demolition

Hawk of the Legion of Doom

Shane Douglas (post-Dynamic Dudes but pre-Franchise)

No-Show (Supposed to be Randy Savage but he was too busy running from the Ultimate Warrior)

Animal of the Legion of Doom

Crush of Demolition

Hacksaw Jim Duggan

Earthquake (managed by Jimmy Hart)

Mister Perfect (managed by Bobby Heenan)

Hulk Hogan

Haku

Jim Neidhart

Bushwhacker Luke

Brian Knobbs of the Nasty Boys

The Warlord

Tugboat

Lots of fresh faces in the 1991 Rumble: Roma, Von Erich, Atlas, Undertaker, Davey Boy, Douglas, Crush of Demolition, the Legion of Doom, Brian Knobbs of the Nasty Boys.

Taker clearly isn’t “Taker” yet as he only eliminated one wrestler and was easily eliminated by the Legion of Doom.

Hogan won his second Rumble (boring).

I said the 1990 Rumble was the most depressing when it came to deceased wrestlers but 1991 surpassed it: only 9 participants of the Rumble have passed but if you include the non-wrestlers/wrestlers in the undercard the total number is 21. Looking forward to a Rumble where the deceased count is less than five.

Rating: 5 out of 10

[ohc-and-the-music-tapes-archive]

Review of "Music Tapes for Clouds and Tornadoes" by the Music Tapes in Pitchfork, 2008

fragments:

“The word "timeless" is bandied about carelessly in music writing, often incorrectly as an indication that something is more than a fad. But Music Tapes For Clouds and Tornadoes, the long-time-coming sophomore album by Julian Koster's Music Tapes project, is the rare case of a record that literally sounds timeless, or not of a specific era.”

[...]

“Don't get hung up on such weirdness, though. Sure, Koster and his cast of collaborators use lyrical abstraction and experimental recording techniques, but the melodies at the heart of each song are welcoming and familiar. And even the unusual way they've been gussied up only adds to their poignancy. These 15 tracks were certainly worth the almost-decade-long wait.”

[morawcrumb]

Finally developed the courage to do this kind of thing

@ray-theoretical-trucker @waterfishlol0 @samzier @hopeyisathing (Uhhh if you weren’t tagged, you can still join :) )

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

[maximuswolf]

Trying to Remember 2000s Indie Woman Artist

Trying to Remember 2000s Indie Woman Artist Ok, this one hurts my memory and I combed through my CD collection to find it but no avail. The singer was a woman, and had the whole “cursive singing, waifish child like voice but depressed and sultry” type voice. It was a solo act I believe and I think was released in the mid to late 2000sIt was atmospheric music, with an electronica trip hop style bent (but definitely way more indie folk vibe) reminiscent of Bjork - in fact I remember thinking like who is this person ripping Bjork off) I feel like it was around or just a little before some of the indie of the time like Iron and Wine, Devendra, Beirut, Shins-y eraHere’s who it’s NOT: Cat Power, Bjork, Feist, Cocorosie, Hawk and a Hacksaw, Beirut, Joanna Newsom, Arcade Fire, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Smokey and Miho. IIt was definitely 2000s maybe very early aughts. I’d like to think I know Trip Hop very well so I don’t think it will be anything from that canon or before 2001. I’ve scoured some Pitchfork articles, run through Music maps and all music sites, checked my CD cases, etc. Ah! It’s killing me! Any Indie enthusiasts out there with ideas? Submitted December 01, 2024 at 01:33PM by payasosagrado https://ift.tt/SlBcwDk via /r/Music

[melvin-dukowski]

Operation listen to a new album a day Q1 list

1: Foreign Skies by the Dreadnoughts.

2: King of the Jews by Oxbow

3: Swarm by Atomic Ape

4: Yodh by Mizmor

5: Los Angeles by X

6: School’s out by Alice Cooper

7: Панихида by Батюшка (Panikhida by Batyushka)

8: Shoelace and a Knot by yungatita

9: Sorrow and Extinction by Pallbearer

10: Mestarin Kynsi by Oranssi Pazuzu

11: Sign of the Devil by Dopelord

12: Unsilent Death by Nails

13: I by Hell

14: Sunami by Sunami

15: Abandon All Life by Nails

16: Big Sigh by Marika Hackman

17: Command Your Weather by Big Business 

18: Self Surgery by Mrs Piss

19: Revengeance by Conan

20: ILION by SLIFT

21: And Then There Were None by Church of Misery

22: Shades of God by Paradise Lost

23: Dismal by Grief

24: Tweedles by The Residents 

25: Myopia by Mizmor/Thou

26: Carboniferous by Zu

27: Death Magic Doom by Candlemass

28: The Bunny Boy by The Residents

29: Doc at the Radar Station by Captain Beefheart & His Magical Band

30: Koolaide Mustache in Jonestown by Don Salsa

31: Victim in Pain by Agnostic Front

32: Milo Goes to College by Descendents 

33: II by Meat Puppets

34: AN INSATIABLE HIGH by Masayoshi Tanaka

35: You Will Never Be One Of Us by Nails

36: Ein Produkt der Deutsch-Amerikanischen Freundschaft by DAF

37: The Scythe is Remorseless by Yersin 

38: SAVED! By Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter

39: The Burden of Hope by Grails.

40: Redlight by Grails

41: Parole de Navarre by The Dale Cooper Quartet

42: Voice of Chunk by The Lounge Lizards

43: The Affair of the Poisons by Hellripper

44: No Control by Bad Religion

45: Ethic of Radical Finitude by Downfall of Gaia

46: Maniac Meat by Tobacco

47: L’etoile thoracique by Klo Pelgag

48: The World as it is Today by Art Bears

49: Elizium by Fields of the Nephilim

50: Ihsahn by Ihsahn 

51: You Have Already Gone to the Other World by A Hawk and a Hacksaw

52: The Underground Resistance by Darkthrone

53: Terminal by Bongripper

54: Black Tar Prophecies Vols. 1, 2 & 3 by Grails.

55: Of the Last Human Being by Sleepytime Gorilla Museum

56: Moon Healer by Job For A Cowboy

57: Green Room by Radkey

58: Maps by Billy Woods/Kenny Segal

59: Atrocity Machine by Body Void

60: Preachers Daughter by Ethel Cain

61: THE HOLY BIBLE by Manic Street Preachers.

62: Stygian Bough Volume 1 by Bell Witch and Aerial Ruin

63: The Mother of Virtues by Pyrrhon

64: I Got Heaven by Mannequin Pussy

65: Burning Off Impurities by Grails

66: Still They Pray by Cough

67: Time ‘n’ Place by Kero Kero Bonito

68: What Passes for Survival by Pyrrhon

69: Namidae by Oxxo Xoox

70: Corpo-Mente by Corpo-Mente

71: Universal Sprache by Vladimir Bozar ‘n’ Sheraf Orkestar

72: Weedsconsin by Bongzilla

73: Under a Slab, We All Rot by Asphalt

74: Mercenary by Bolt Thrower

75: She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To She by Chelsea Wolfe 

76: The Black Halo by Kamelot

77: Rum, Sodomy and the Lash by The Pogues

78: Invincible Shield by Judas Priest

79: Behold the Abyss by Those Poor Bastards

80: Ultima II Massage by Tobacco

81: Dandelion Gum by Black Moth Super Rainbow

82: Self-titled 1998 by Dropdead

83: Here are The Sonics by The Sonics

84: Undestroyed by Free Salamander Exhibit

85: The Bowls Project by Charming Hostesses

86: Everybody Knows this is Nowhere by Neil Young with Crazy Horse

87: What a Fucking Nightmare by The Chisel 

88: Feel the Misery by My Dying Bride

89: Maya by M.I.A

90: Whereabouts Unknown by Mojo Nixon

91: Paralyzed by Witch

So far so good. The best albums on here have entered my normal rotation and the worst were merely just kinda boring.

[meanfaggot]

A Hawk And A Hacksaw is a really good band everyone should listen to it I think <- statements uttered by the deranged (loves a variety of instruments and doesn’t like lyrics)