#Space Rock Revival

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Tracklist:

Take A Bow • Starlight • Supermassive Black Hole • Map Of The Problematique • Soldier's Poem • Invincible • Assassin • Exo-Politics • City Of Delusion • Hoodoo • Knights Of Cydonia

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[theparanoid]

Various Artists - Pspyched!

(1999 compilation)

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[Indie Rock, Alternative Rock, Neo-Psychedelia, Space Rock Revival, Psychedelic Rock, Noise Pop, Grunge, Darkwave, Art Rock, Noise Rock, Art Punk, Post-Rock, Slacker Rock, Jangle Pop, Acid Rock, Post-Punk, Heavy Psych]

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Spiritualized - Everything Was Beautiful

(Space Rock, Blues Rock, Symphonic Rock)

Jason Pierce's latest album under the Spiritualized name sounds dated from the jump.Carrying on with the same blues-infused space rock he's been playing with since the start, Everything Was Beautiful does little to expand on it and the songs themselves rarely have enough brio behind them to make up for it. It aims for transcendence and a less casual feel than 2018's And Nothing Hurt, but feels just as inconsequential in the end.

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Everything Was Beautiful is looking for something big. In terms of scope, it's likely the most ambitious and lofty goal Jason Pierce has set for himself since his debut album as Spiritualized Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space, and that alone has got to mean something. His ninth album with the band, Everything Was Beautiful takes on the most mature and wise mindstate that Spiritualized has ever had, now more than thirty years since their debut album, and taking all sorts of different paths throughout has led them to a point of reflection they haven't had to deal with until now. This is all perfectly fine, but it seems like Pierce isn't quite sure how to go about it all, Everything Was Beautiful an inoffensive but ineffective attempt at something more self-referential and glorious after putting out the most relaxed set of songs he's made yet with 2018's And Nothing Hurt. Everything Was Beautiful has big choruses, huge symphonic orchestration and enough bells and whistles to deafen an entire city, and yet rarely does it try to engage you in a way that feels anything more than a dramatic action film soundtrack. It's a weaker version of something he's virtually perfected years ago, and just because you're returning to those sounds more uniformly doesn't mean they'll have the same effect. With seven songs and a 44 minute runtime, the first and most pressing issue with Everything Was Beautiful is that the songs don't use their extended lengths in a way that makes it feel worthwhile. Save for the four minute country waltz Crazy, all the songs here are around or above five minutes, and the more revivalist approach Pierce takes to space rock here, the greater blues and punk influences all over, means these songs end up more repetitive than anything else. Calling back everything from The Stooges hard rock to gospel and jazz, Everything Was Beautiful throws in all the band's usual influences without making sure the resulting songs have something particular to say. Sure, Let It Bleed (For Iggy)'s got some nice string backings and some fun dynamic contrasts, but for nearly fine minutes it repeats the same dynamics and instrumentation to the point where it's just mind numbing, and the two exact same verses stitched around a lifeless bridge and chorus doesn't help things at all, either. Finale I'm Coming Home Again might be the biggest offender with its nine minutes of nothingness, getting louder and continuously building while noisy guitar and saxophone solos whip around like lightning strikes before fizzling out in a fit of church bell and strings, the dramatics feel more like the end goal rather than a feature of the music while achieving something else, and for anyone looking for something more in the music Everything Was Beautiful is not the album to go to for it. There's a krautrock thrum to The Mainline Song, but in its huge gospel harmonies and static growth, it's hard to call it very hard-hitting at all. The best moments of the album tend to be when Spiritualized tone things down and search for a more intimate, simple and hearty version of the music they've made for years. Centerpiece Crazy is a pedal steel kissed, acoustic and piano-heavy country waltz that makes up for its saccharinity by being a plain and potent love song that doesn't try to be anything but. The same kind of idea is delivered in a different fashion on opener Always Together With You, falling victim to the huge crescendos and uncomfortably twee mood the rest of Everything Was Beautiful possesses but staying on its feet by using that chance to be a little looser and more playful in the songwriting department. "If you want a radio, I would be a radio for you" isn't the most exciting way to write about love, but it's so genuinely felt and taken in stride by the band that you can't help but let the imagery take you away at least a little bit. These moments are few and far in between, though, like finding a few pretty looking sea shells on a beach full of broken crab shells: the cool parts are good and all, but at some point you can't help but ask yourself why you'd want to stay here in the first place. It's why Everything Was Beautiful goes from middling to bland, some alright songs sandwiched between some of the most personality-devoid rock songs this year that are almost hilariously unengaging as a full album listen. Everything Was Beautiful is too happy-go-lucky and sweet for anyone with a shred of empathy in their heart to hate, it's clear Pierce and company enjoyed themselves while making these songs, but as an isolated piece of art it lacks stability and when put into the context of the band's previous space rock innovations, the album can often feel like a shell of the things that made Spiritualized so exciting back then. It's uplifting without trying to find something deeper in that optimism, and while feel-good music like this is rarely distasteful, it's rare you can call it tasteful either. Spiritualized's fire is one that has been going on so long that the flames have rooted themselves in the soil, forever there and impossible to stamp out to the point where you might wonder if it's gotten too comfortable being around this long. Everything Was Beautiful is an ironically fitting name for this album, trying to harness the cosmic sounds and lovely instrumentation that made Spiritualized so adored back then while doing nothing else in the process, any sort of individual character the music has utterly drowned in the nostalgia and yearning for the past that doesn't benefit Spiritualized in any way whatsoever.

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Genuinely one of the greatest albums of all time

[theladwhoisweird]

So What Does Slowcore, Space Rock Revival, Indie Rock,Etc. Listeners Look Like?

[ampd]

<1999.06.08> Nemo - In Stereo

CD, Domination Through Amplification - NEMOCD001

Album design by Jeremy Gillespie

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Spiritualized x Everything Was Beautifu

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Tracklist:

Fight Test • One More Robot / Sympathy 3000-21 • Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots Pt. 1 • Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots Pt. 2 • In The Morning Of The Magicians • Ego Tripping At The Gates Of Hell • Are You A Hypnotist?? • It's Summertime • Do You Realize?? • All We Have Is Now • Approaching Pavonis Mons By Balloon (Utopia Planitia)

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Okay since this year is ending the biggest thanks goes to the music of: boards of canada, duster/valium aggelein, helvetia, casino versus japan, paik, magnog, oneohtrix point never, george clanton (the Esprit 空想 project) jessamine, windows96, aphex twin, seefeel, and do make say think. There’s definitely others but in some way they all ruled this year.

[theparanoid]

Grandaddy - Just Like The Fambly Cat

(2006 album)

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[Indie Pop, Indie Rock, Indietronica, Neo-Psychedelia, Space Rock Revival]

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Book Review - Leon Russell: “The Master of Space and Time’s Journey through Rock & Roll History” by Bill Janovitz

Leon Russell’s career was long and varied enough as to require a considerable number of words to tell its story.

But even when writing about the man born Russell Bridges, a guy whose career spanned the 1950s as a member of Jerry Lee Lewis’ band to 2016 as a legacy act enshrined in the Rock and Roll and Songwriters halls of fame, 592 pages are too many.

Yet, that’s the number Bill Janovitz settled on for his biography, “Leon Russell: The Master of Space and Time’s Journey through Rock & Roll History.” On the one hand, Janovitz takes care to ensure the reader comes away knowing everything necessary to understand the contours of Russell’s extraordinary life and career; on the other, he’s not above going into minute detail about what the musician is wearing in a grainy YouTube video shot in Europe in the 1970s. It’s at moments like this - and there are many - that the book drags.

Still, it’s a riveting tale, as the Tulsa, Okla.,-born Russell heads West, makes his first studio appearance on the 1962 recording of “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah,” becomes a member of the Wrecking Crew and goes on to discover J.J. Cale, Tom Petty and even actor Gary Busey, who served as Russell’s drummer for a spell in the 1970s. And the chapters on Delaney & Bonnie, Mad Dogs & Englishmen, George Harrison’s Concert for Bangladesh and Russell’s long-standing collaboration with New Grass Revival could be standalone books themselves.

Janovitz tells the story/ies both through detailed research and with the help of Russell’s cooperative family members and musical colleagues - Eric Clapton, Sam Bush, Rita Coolidge, Willie Nelson, Jim Keltner and Derek Trucks among them.

Russell began his emergence in 1970 when, as Joe Cocker was balking at a tour to which he was contractually obligated, Russell put together Mad Dogs for a two-month extravaganza that changed the lives of everyone involved and led to lifelong friction between Russell and Cocker, who believed the former had used the latter to advance his own career.

Regardless of whether that is true - and Russell maintained it was not and professed to be hurt by Cocker’s feelings - Russell did go on to become one of the biggest concert draws and record producers of the early 1970s. Russell was also ahead of his time in realizing video would become a prime medium for promoting music. And while his many ventures in that area failed, his prescience dovetails with his visionary status in the early part of his career.

Russell - who fiends and family suspect was both bipolar and on the autism spectrum - remained busy, but at a low ebb commercially, in his later years. He made and released albums on his eponymous label and toured incessantly, playing to small audiences in clubs to keep the mortgages paid and the lights burning.

Russell is at his nadir when his former opening act and acolyte Elton John returns to Russell’s orbit in 2010. John and Russell cut the Union; Russell gets his aforementioned hall of fame honors; reunites with many members of Mad Dogs under the auspices of Tedeschi Trucks Band at Viriginia’s Lockn’ festival in 2015; and enjoys a career resurgence before death comes in 2016. Alas, Russell and Cocker never reconciled.

In the end, Janovitz’s Russell biography is a sort of music-lover’s textbook. For despite the sometimes-excruciating level of detail, the information within is essential to understanding rock ‘n’ roll as we know it.

Grade card: Leon Russell: “The Master of Space and Time’s Journey through Rock & Roll History” by Bill Janovitz - B

3/7/24

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I see right through it ..

[squishycheekanon]

Human!Techno x reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, humanTechno being a grump, grumpy guy-sunshineish girl. George complaining (no hate). Touch starvedness. I didn’t mean for there to be a size kink but there is one.

You’re confused, nothing new there, your head swirling from your long week and silly meetings at work. Nothing was more tedious than listening to George drone on about utter nonsense, mindnumbingly stupid complaints that were pointless to point out.

But even after getting up at four am every morning to work late into the night you still agreed to hang out with the gang at their shared house, at first you thought it was idiotic so did Techno maybe that’s why you two and a few of your other friends didn’t join in on the whole living together fiasco.

As much as you loved your friends thirty plus people in one house, no matter how big, was a recipe for disaster. Apparently not. Two years later and they had all managed to make it work setting up chore schedules, and bathroom schedules that seemed to make the house run perfectly.

Still you couldn’t be more glad to end the night in your own apartment snuggled up in your large bed, which is why you’re confused as to why you agreed to hang out tonight knowing full well that Wilbur wanted to have a piss up.

Pretty much everyone had a drink in their hands expect for you. You instead, after having half of the sangria Quackity had made for you, had claimed the little area in the back corner of the big living room. Head tipped back again the sofa, eyes closed and pressing into something warm.

Techno had arrived half an hour after you did, his week had started off great, but by the end of it he couldn’t help but feel a little agitated. He hadn’t seen you the whole week and as much as he’d never admit it out loud, and definitely not to you, he’d missed you.

You were the only person he could truly relax around and he needed that. Has done since he met you. Ten years ago it was, you had been stood up, sitting at a bar quietly crying to yourself when he bumped into you pouring his whiskey on the rocks all down your back, soaking your dress and pulling a squeal from you. A squeal he still teases you for. But he spent the rest of the night doing everything he could think of to make you smile and laugh to make up for it. It worked and you’ve been friends ever since.

Techno weaved his way through the huge hallway into the large kitchen to grab a beer from the double door fridge offering small nods to those who greeted him on his way to the massive living room area. His curious eyes scanning the space until they landed on you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly at the sight before him.

With a shake of his head he sat down next to you perhaps a little too close but when you sighed so softly pressing yourself into his warmth he relaxed against the leather sofa. “Long week?” He asked watching with a knowing gaze as you nodded. Knowing because this would be one of the nights he’d have to get a very sleepy you into his car and all the way up to your apartment and into your bed.

Techno dragged his gaze away from you to watch Wilbur try and teach Tommy and Tubbo how to play poker. At that point Phil and his wife arrived, Phil immediately coming over to Techno giving him a bro hug and saying hi to you which revived a thumbs up and a lazy smile. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes they were just so damn heavy you couldn’t do it, Phil smiled anyway glancing at Techno when he huffed at you.

“Take her home dude.” Phil patted Techno’s shoulder making the latter nod passing his unopened beer to Phil before picking you up. It was meant to be bridal style but you clung to him subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. He adapted a big arm around your waist and another under your tush, glaring at those who made whooping noises or whistled too loud making you whine softly onto his neck.

“Alright bun we’re going, we’re going.” He soothed, the words feeling a little foreign on his monotonous tongue.

“Tec!” Tommy was quick to stop his beefy uncle hooking your little handbag onto his shoulder, the sight was enough to make Tommy snicker to himself as he walked away. With a roll of his eyes Techno left the large house rather happy he had managed to skip the get together.

—

You thanked Techno ten times over in the morning when you woke in your own bed, you knew exactly who got you there. You felt ridiculously bad resulting in you spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon baking him sweet treats while you waited for his reply text to see if he was coming over or wether you’d need to drop them at his.

Music played through out the kitchen, your cherry covered apron wrapped around your oversized T-shirt clad body as you iced the cupcakes to look like little Minecraft piggys giggling as you did so.

“Well isn’t this a sight.” You jumped back at the sound of Technos voice, looking up to see him grinning at you.

“What the fuck Tec!” You huffed dropping the icing bag to place your hands on your hips, he simply held up the spare key you’d given him before slipping it back into his pocket. “Dick.” You scoffed instantly regretting it when Techno gasped loudly, overexaggeratingly.

“Excuse you missy! I carry you home-“

“You drove.”

“Risk my life getting you up those stairs-“

“You always take the elevator.”

“Almost die trippin’ over the pile of dirty laundry-“

“It was one sock.”

“And this is the thanks I get?! Unbelievable.” He huffs crossing his muscular arms over his rather burly chest. You suppose you’ve never stopped to think about how big your best friend is, how good looking-

“Those better be for me.” He grumbles coming further into the kitchen freezing when he rounds the island you’re icing the cupcakes on to see your exposed legs. Clearing his throat and shaking off whatever that was, it’s not like he’s not seen it before. Hell he’s seen you in a bikini, this is nothing but he swears that’s his shirt as he walks closer.

“Yes they are Mr.Grumpy.” You smile when he pinches your hip slightly, his hulking form compared to you standing behind you, hovering over you as you work to get the pig just right. What you don’t expect, it really does take you by surprise and a warmth spreads in your stomach when he gently undoes the apron sitting on your hips only to redo it tighter.

It’s a simple act of helping but it has your cheeks warming like this man hasn’t done it before, like it’s new but it isn’t. “Thanks.” You internally praise yourself for not stuttering. Techno doesn’t even notice the slight tremor in your voice too focused of the that fact that you smell so good. Like vanilla.

Well maybe great minds think alike because his musky scent is now all your mind can focus on, it swirls around you stinking up the area around you, bursting your precious bubble replacing is with his cologne. Cinnamon and hint of tangerines? An odd combination but it smells so fucking nice on him, you just wanna bury your face in it.

“You missed the eyes.” He chuckled, eyes scanning over your face while you blink out of your little trance.

“Oh right.” You laugh stiffly, nervously. It makes Techno frown, he’s never heard you nervous around him. Others, yes. Him, never. That’s how it should be, yet you are. It makes him lean forward placing both palms on the worktop, essentially caging you in.

“What’s the matter bun?” He asks gruffly and as if by instinct your thighs press together, a small wiggle of your hips to create some unknowingly needed friction. His voice and that nickname, both of them usually so sweet and calming suddenly have a strange effect. Maybe it’s just you simply being touched starved? The loneliness catching up with you?

“Nothing.” It’s a blunt reply but it’s all you’ve got, you don’t dare turn around. How can you? Then you’d have to stare at his gorgeous face, you already feel his careful gaze burning holes into your head.

“Now I know that’s not true.” His breathy laugh skims over your skin making you shiver, he notices his hands sliding to your hips to turn you around, thumb and index finger keeping your chin locked so you have nowhere else to look but him. “Tell me bun, what’s troubling you? The long week?”

His voice, his eyes, his whole demeanour is too sincere it has a whimper slipping from you. The noise enough to make you both freeze, Techno’s eyes darkening.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You admit honestly, fists tightening in frustration. You hadn’t felt like this in a while always too busy with work to sit and wallow in your feelings, maybe that was a good thing because right now with Techno so close; someone you trusted and knew cared for you; your body was taking control, letting you natural instincts take over.

You needed him, and Techno understood. He understood the look in your eye from what he’d seen in his own. Moving a few inches forward he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair soothingly. Before you could even think about freezing up, “Relax bun, I got you.” He encouraged making you melt slipping your own arms around his muscular form.

“What do you need from me?” He asks after a few minutes feeling you grow restless in his hold. He knew you needed more but what he says next takes you back slight, “Do you need an old school finger fuck and make out session on the couch?” He asks jokingly though there is an air of seriousness to it. Especially with what he says next, his beautiful eyes sparkling with want, “Or do you need to sit on my face and let me lick you until your cum runs down my jaw?”

He squints when you whimper gripping his arm tighter, his head tilting slightly as he looks you over “Or maybe you just need a good fuck?” It takes you a second to comprehend but his hand’s already sliding up your leg, his rough palm against your soft skin.

“Mmmhmm, yeah, I think that’s it. Here, lift my t-shirt up a little so you can slide these panties off.” You blush at his words but do as he says, watching in almost shock when he drops to his knees large hands sliding up your things guiding you to open your legs slightly.

“Oh god your thighs are so soft bunny.” He murmurs against your skin, his nose dragging over the part where your thigh and your stomach meet. “And this pretty pussy, I can’t believe you’ve kept this hidden Bunny. So selfish.” He chided playfully.

The grin broad as daylight disappeared between you thighs, your head falling back, hands seeking purchase on the kitchen countertops. He placed a pressured kiss right on your clit listening to the hitch of your breath. Techno swears he’s never heard a sound so pretty than the moan he pulled from you when he wrapped his lips around little nub.

He wants to work night and day to make sure you never stop making that noise. Techno watched your wetness trickling down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste. It’s as if his first taste transformed him from the composed grump of a man you knew to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him, your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.

He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had one of your hands grasping onto Techno’s hair, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.

“That’s it Bunny make yourself cum, use my to tongue.” He hums into your weeping entrance, but you’re so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you don’t hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it you’re cumming, drenching the lower half of his chin though he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, slurping down all you give him, trying to pull more from you.

Though with a push of your hand against his head and whine of sensitivity he conceded rising from his knees instantly pulling you close into his hold, lips pressing against your own.

With one roll of his hips he’s inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No, he’s already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.

Techno is swift and slick with how he manages to pick you up, placing you on the worktop and deliver a hard thrust quickly after leaving you short of breath.

His large hand slides up over your throat applying slight pressure to push you down against the counter. Then up to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.

Your moans down right pornographic, when he hit that spongy rough patch inside you. Striking it over and over again, Techno had never looked more happy than when he watched your head fall back, eyes rolling with it.

“Fuck, yes bun clench around me like that, take all that I’m giving you like a good girl.” They way he grunted the words into your ear before sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth had you whining around his fingers. White hot pleasure engulfing your messy form, nothing had ever felt better than this moment.

Your body felt like it was burning with each thrust of his hard cock, all you could do was lie there on the kitchen counter and dribble around his fingers while he fucked your pussy ruthlessly. If this was his version of a good fuck, you’d happily have it everyday.

The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and tightened, until you shattered on his cock, cumming harshly as the waves of pleasure rolled over you so intensely, your walls clenching around him tightly. He snapped his hips into you quicker chasing his own high, wanting to fill you up desperately.

“Please Tec, cum inside me!” That did it for him, absolutely finished him. He groaned thrusting into you so deep as he finished inside you just like you begged him to.

“Fuck bun, you did so good for me. Just relax, breathe, I’ve got you.” He soothed blinking away the last remaining blur of his orgasm, focusing on you and the aftercare you not only needed but deserved.

Cupcakes forgotten about Techno picked you up and carried you to your room laying you on your bed then helping you remove his shirt.

“So fucking pretty bun.” He shook his head staring down at your body, you were ready to disagree absolutely sure you looked like the mess he’d certainly fucked you into but the way his eyes darkened as they raked over your body had your mouth closing.

“Now, before I start running you a bath. I need another taste.” He groaned kneeling in front of the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to his face.

“But Tec you already-“

“No but’s bun, you’ve been keeping this fucking delicacy from me for far too long. I’ve got a lot of pussy worshiping to make up for and I’m sure she would agree.”

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