#Exploding Hearts

[whitetrashsoul]

[punkrockmixtapes]

Listen/purchase: So Bored (King Louie Mix) by The Exploding Hearts

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)

[zeromotherfuckers]

Relistening to Stolen Century and am still so in love and obsessed with how immediately Justin is enamored with Lup. He finds out Taako has a sister and he's so intensely in love with the idea of her. Griffin drops her first line of "Nerd Alert!" and Taako is on the floor laughing- Justin sees the vision and he knows the vision and he's IN IT. HE LOVES HER. TAAKO LOVES HER. AUGH.

Griffin knew exactly how to play it, and Justin was on board before Griffin could even say jump. Its just insanely beautiful the way Justin latches onto it, because Yeah. Because Yeah, if Taako had a sister he'd be obsessed with her. They'd be obsessed with each other. A perfect duo that doesn't always agree but who bring the same energy to the table. Lup is the perfect accent to Taako. They balance each other. They're the Twins. And he loves her so so so much.

And Justin loves her so so so much

And I love them so so so much

[egophiliac]

YO TREY CLOVER IS HERE !!!

TREY NOOOO you weren't supposed to look so cool, I was supposed to be able to save my keys for all the upcoming birthdays, how could you do this to me --

also hey. hey Trey. what's in that bowl.

[dustedmagazine]

King Louie Bankston — Harahan Fats (Goner Records)

King Louie Bankston, who passed away in February 2022 a little shy of his 50th birthday, will one day fit into the hallowed pantheon of New Orleans’s larger-than-life musical eccentrics. These are oddballs and outsiders and obsessives walking their own paths — Ernie K-Doe, Lazy Lester, post-Memphis Alex Chilton, Guitar Lightnin’ Lee, Quintron and Miss Pussycat, to name just a few — who stumble onto momentary household notoriety (to greater and much lesser degrees) through the sheer force of their creative will. Louie walked tall right beside them. 

Louie’s roots are planted firmly in the garage and punk scene of the late-1980s and early-1990s, which he located as one often does via an obsession with skateboarding. While he laid down some quality scorched-earth trash that might not initially be associated with traditional New Orleans music, Louie cast his net wide — from The Royal Pendletons to the Persuaders to his one-band to Loose Diamonds and Missing Monuments — knowing that it was all just music at the end of the day. While he would find perhaps his biggest success as a songwriter and auxiliary member of the Exploding Hearts, whose cult hit “I’m a Pretender” he penned, he was always writing, always recording, and always flipping the script, all the while keeping his creative voice firmly intact.

The posthumous release Harahan Fats (a nod to his hometown of Harahan, Louisiana), recorded over roughly a four-year period concluding in 2021, captures both the musical and personal contradictions of the man. It’s a sad, funny, catchy, messy, genuinely heartful record that works as both a nice introduction to an extensive career and a regrettably consummate postscript. 

Musically, the songs run the line from rickety power-pop janglers to country two-steppers to gospel-tinged, a cappella laments to dark, folk-tinged confessionals. Melodies and riffs and guitar licks feel instantly familiar but hard to pin down, as if they could only come from the scrambled brain of a genuine iconoclast. Louie’s irreverent humor is on full display on songs such as “Drunk at Work” and the bawdy ode to life’s basic necessities “Air Conditioning, Cold Drinks, Pickles & Pussy.” Other songs work as two-minute musical pulp novels, with Louie as the bandit on the run in the gritty world of the underground punk scene; a power-pop songwriter hopping trains, robbing banks, and running from the law. 

But there’s also an unflinchingly dark underbelly here that would be present whether Louie was still around or not. That he’s not, certainly doesn’t make those moments any brighter. It’s a darkness, though, born out of a commendable honesty. His reworking of “Rehab Legend,” an obscure rap song by Cadalack Ron, is searing and heartbreaking. He gives no quarter as he recounts fuck up after fuck up in brutal detail. Other songs aren’t quite as direct, but there are frequent references to addiction, regrets, attempted amends and the acknowledgment that life’s struggles can simply be too much to handle. That Louie passed so young is a sad reminder of the reality of such concerns. 

But this plaintiveness combined with Louie’s preternatural songwriting ability elevate this record to an instant classic. It cannot be overstated how easily these songs flow, and that effortlessness, rather than making the record feel tossed off, creates an intimacy you wouldn’t necessarily expect to find. As if Louie is saying to us, “Well, if country and rap and pop and garage and gospel and punk can go hand in hand then you can bet that laughter and tragedy and sobriety and backsliding and life and death and pickles and pussy do as well.”

Nate Knaebel

[lillaray]

Visiting him everyday you say? Hm? Interesting

[queerdraws]

Fanart for a snippet of my most favorite heartbreaking moment from swordsmans's fic bone-breaker ospreys mate for life (rated E)

[thesoulofaclown]

The Uppers “Manic Melodies”

The Uppers “Manic Melodies” The press release for this EP immediately ticked a lot of boxes for us when it described The Uppers sound as combining raw punk with the melody of their ’77 and power pop influences. That description coupled with the fact that their name reminded us of the immense uppers and dowers release from The Yo Yos meant we had to check out the EP. It has to be said that…

[mafuwara]

I finished Metaphor in a week, I'm replaying it now, and I just love these two idiots so much, I had to draw them <3

[metalmiez]

It's ineffable, my dear

With a content sigh, the demon slung his left arm around the angel. He snaked his head across Aziraphale's right shoulder and nuzzled his nose against his cheek.

"Whatcha doin', angel?" Crowley murmured lazily and pressed a kiss against Aziraphale's temple. He felt the angel lean into the soft touch, humming softly.

"About to put the kettle on for my afternoon tea. Did you have a nice nap, dear?" His warm hand wrapped around Crowley's and tenderly caressed the skin on his wrist.

"Mrm. Would've been nicer if someone had allowed me to sleep around his neck."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"You nearly discorporated me last time, when you turned back into your human shape in your sleep, darling."

Crowley grinned about this particular memory. He wanted to tease his angel more, but his silly thoughts derailed when he felt Aziraphale's right hand reaching out and caressing his hair. The demon hummed appreciatively and leaned his face against the soft fabric of his sky-blue shirt. For Satan's sake, it shouldn't feel so nice to bask in Aziraphale's warmth and tender touch - he was a demon after all.

But on the other hand. He had grown quite comfortable in Aziraphale's presence. Every soft touch, every kiss, every affectionate nickname had burned away a tiny bit of Crowley's millennia-old defense. Truth be told, he really liked the tender affections, and to be soft and vulnerable and gentle. If he ever felt the urge to be demonic, he still had his plants to threaten.

With another sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned closer.

I felt the urge to draw some tooth rotting fluff again, and the urge to grin like an idiot was strong with this one. Hopefully, it gives you the same amount of dopamine as it gave me while drawing it <3

[lady-corrine]

[starleska]

the Doctor Who writers need to stop dropping these gorgeous freaks or i'm going to hunt them for sport 😳💖

[hoshitonin]

chill guy 😎 hot guy 🔥