#dublin rock

[foccaccia]

The old dog is done

They killed him off when he was only young

Till that soil to heal your soul

Till that soil to heal your soul

[michaelnordeman]

A feral pigeon/duva in Dublin, Ireland (July 31, 2022).

[aeolianblues]

“The idea of the title ['Starburster'] is about embracing the necessary delusion in terms of how to function [in everyday life]. I imagine it as a world within a snow globe, that you can slip into like a warm bath, but within that world is all the madness and the hysteria. It's about embracing that.”

“This album is about my fascination with falling in love at the end of the world: the album is about protecting that tiny flame. The bigger armageddon looms, the more precious it becomes.”

“We’ve always had this sense of idealism and romance. Each album gets further away from observing that through the lens of Ireland, as directly as ‘Dogrel‘. The second album is about that detachment, and the third is about Irishness dislocated in the diaspora. Now we look to where and what else there is to be romantic about.”

Fontaines D.C. - Romance (2024)

[blackmarket-playlists]

NEW INDIE ROCK FROM IRELAND - brand new playlist on Spotify! Songs from 2024 only!

🔥Playlistcover: QUEEN BITCH (Dublin)

Feat. incredibly great songs by, a.o. • WIFESWAP (Dublin)  • GREEN GURL (Dublin)  • MARTINA & THE MOONS (Dublin)  • STOP THROWING LEMONS (Galway)  • CHERYM (Derry)  • TEN HAIL MARYS (Dublin) 

and many more! 68 great songs/ bands to discover (as of today) - an absolutely stunning indie scene.

Give it a spin and like it!

[mazzy-rockstar]

YAR NOT ALOIVE OONTIL YUH START KICKIN

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday

[graysanatimony]

So for the last week I’ve been going to this club/camp thing where for the first hour it’s exercise and the second is some mental health or other activity thing and today (the last day) was art and we got like stones and card and got to just do whatever on them

and I had the bright idea to do käärijä and joker out on mine

they turned out alright but it led to me having to explain who they are to people multiple times

[totallyarabella]

All the feminism leaving my body when I start planning a hardcore glow up during an overly motivated moment at 3 am for the concert I‘m about to attend in like half a year (Just in case I‘m gonna have my desired Y/N moment)

[nicoscheer]

Just a moody shot of Alex on Mars (nearly the moon)

-

I wanna be your raincoat

For those frequent rainy days

I wanna be your dreamboat

When you want to sail away

Let me be your teddy bear

Take me with you anywhere

I don’t care

I wanna be yours

-

And Alex’s addition I don’t wanna be hers I wanna be yours

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Your Biggest Fan (@yourbiggestfanblog)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxalEnhOhvW/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Hell yes I finally got a clip of the phenomenal ending of the ultracheese (also wtf Alex but singing but I haven’t stopped loving you once to then gaze up at the mirrorball and reach a hand out towards it and trying to hold onto at least parts of it like sir mirrorball=miles Kane; only to then go on and play there’d better be a mirrorball followed by 505// also Matt’s proud as fuck smile in the back)

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Your Biggest Fan (@yourbiggestfanblog)

The wind was a paid actor; the hair the open shirt the hips

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Victoria✨Concerts | Entertainment | Travel (@adventuresofvictoria)

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Aimee Giese (@greeblehaus)

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Lauren Hartmann (@laurenhartphoto)

[omg-hellgirl]

Keith Richards posing with Ronnie Wood's dog — a Great Dane — in County Kildare, circa September 1993. Photo by Duncan Raban.

[nugothrhythms]

"Ether" by Dublin, Ireland-based indie post punk act Scattered Ashes off of their 2024 release All That Is Solid Melts Into Air

[aeolianblues]

WHEN HE WAS LITTLE.

HE WORRIED THAT BEES WOULD MISTAKE HIS EYES FOR FLOWERS AND COME SIT ON THEM, I COULD CRY

How does everything this band say turn out to have such a rich wealth of a world behind it??

(This is Grian Chatten talking about Favourite on Jack Saunders’ show last month. Clip to follow tomorrow; I gotta sleep)

[leaawrites]

Late Night Talking pt2

Ryan McMahon x fem!reader

Summary: where a childhood crush finally turns into love.

Warnings: mentions of drinking and smoking

Part 1 flopped completely, but idc. I already wrote it all, so I may as well just post it.

Part 1, Masterlist

The lights were low. It was almost dark, except for the red-blue LED all around the place and the mirrorball hanging from the ceiling, reflecting it’s glow on the people beneath.

She stared at it, as if it was her bare existence. Every little shimmering piece pierced through her heart like a dagger. Every piece was a piece of her. One that she lost the day he left. And they were all so damn perfect. Cut out in the right shape, puzzled together and glued so they won’t fall apart again. In contradiction to her. She was falling apart as she sat down on the coach in the living room of a house she didn’t know the owner of and noticed the all too familiar boy approaching her.

“Y/n?” Elijah Hewson called out to her.

She tore her eyes away from the mirrorball and watched as the boy made his way through the crowd of people. Pushing his way towards her free. A girl, holding his hand, following him suite. Y/n watched the pair as they sat down next to her. Elijah pulled her into a side hug, while the girl only smiled at her kindly.

“If Grace hadn’t pointed you out, I wouldn’t even have noticed you,” he said, gesturing to the brunette next to him as he introduced her as Grace.

“You’re his girlfriend?” Y/n asked Grace. The girl nodded, holding out her hand for Y/n to shake. “I’m Y/n,” she introduced herself, “an old friend of the lads.”

“I know,” Grace said, making her frown in confusion. “Ryan talks non-stop about you, and he shows pictures while he does so as well. It’s basically a whole PowerPoint Presentation by now.” Grace laughed at the memory of that one time, when they were sat in the tour bus, all high and out of their mind.

Ryan was half eye-lid, floating in his own orbit until he saw her face next to his. As he reached out to touch her cheek, he was quickly pushed away by a scared Rob who was the victim of Ryan’s dreams. He mumbled her name, whining about why she didn’t love him the way he loved her.

“Yeah, Ryan is unbearable if you’re not by his side,” Eli added, looking at her like he knew that she felt the same way towards his band mate. Because, of course he knows. The stolen glances, lingering touches, hidden and subtle references in songs both parties would let slip in every now and then.

Y/n wasn’t as talented as the lads when it came to singing or playing an instrument. She played a bit piano and the guitar, but that was it. However, she was a genius when it came to song-writing. And Eli, being the unpolitical best friend of hers, was the only one who knew.

Josh would be too caught up in his own mind and trying to find a rhythm for his guitar, for him to check what and who the song was about. Bobby would just be cheeky and leave little traces of her secret all around Ryan until he knew what she was doing behind his back. And Ryan, he would know by reading them. There were memories and promises tangled in between soft chords and love confessions that only the two would understand, which made it impossible for her to show them to him. But Eli could keep quiet and he knew who it was about the second he read them.

He had tried to get both parties to confess before, but he never said anything about the songs they wrote for each other.

“Is he here?” She asked, trying not to sound too nervous about the answer. Either way, she would start to over-think. What was he doing here? Or what did he do instead of being here?

“I think I saw him outside the last time,” Grace told her.

The girls shared a look that they knew was a secret code for having each others back from now on. Y/n thanked them before walking off into the crowd, searching for the glass door in the kitchen that would - hopefully - lead her to where she wanted to go.

The humid air outside made the glass fog up. People were dancing to the Abba song that played in the background, but she was only focused on him. Ryan left with the band a few months ago, focusing on tour in America and not Ireland or even Europe. And with uni, she couldn’t go with them.

Though the worst part was how civil they parted ways. There were no fights or arguments. No one threw a tantrum that they wouldn’t see each other for a couple of months. There was nothing she could cling to that would make her hate him. There were no words that made her want to throw up and blame it on him. She couldn’t hate him and she hated that.

A cloud of white smoke swam over his silhouette as Y/n made her way outside. Ryan was sat at the pool, his shoes and socks sitting beside him, his jeans was folded up so it wouldn’t get soaked. She debated for a moment whether to go back in or sit next to him, when Ryan suddenly turned to her.

He hadn’t expected her. He didn’t know who he expected, but it definitely wasn’t her. His eyes lit up as he saw her and before he could stand up, she was already sat beside him. With her legs pulled tight against her chest, she watched him. Watched every detail that might’ve changed about him. His hair was shorter and he had grown a subtle beard, but it looked good. He looked really good.

“Hey,” she greeted him, sending a small smile his way. “I didn’t think you would be here.”

“Why not?” He asked.

They fell into their old pattern of conversation rather quickly and maybe that should’ve scared her. But it didn’t. It was Ryan. Nothing about him could scare her.

“Well, firstly I thought you were still on tour and second, what are you, new Rock star, doing on a college party in Dublin?” She asked, laughing at the weird concept of their conversation.

“Bobby knows someone and because we were all too tired to say no to him, we’re here now,” he explained, flicking part of his cigarette away.

“How are you doing?” She tried to keep the conversation up.

“Fine. Wouldn’t say particularly good. It has been quite tiring and I actually just wanna go to sleep, but I don’t have someone to drive me there,” he explained his situation, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to make the sleep disappear. “I should’ve listened to my mom when she told me not to go.”

Y/n laughed, a sense of comfort growing in her chest as she listened to the boy talk. She always loved hearing his voice close to her body, always loved having him for her alone. Not in a creepy obsessive way, but just in a way that made her feel like they were the only people in the world and he was willing to spent his left time with her.

“How is she?” She asked, not having heard from his mother in a long time.

Ryan was sleep deprived and a bit drunk, which made him forget to think before he would talk. Which lead to him saying, “Good, still insisting on knowing when we get married.”

He said it with such calm and confidence as if they have ever talked about getting married before.

“What?” Y/n asked, looking at the water rather then his eyes that seemed to be stuck on her.

“My mom always believed that we would get married at some point. I stopped denying it after we were like 15.” He blew the smoke away, watching it dance through the cold night air.

“Why did you stop denying?” She asked.

“I guess I kind of got comfortable with the though, at like 18 and at 15 I just prayed she would stop talking about it with relatives or anyone else she would talk to in a pub.” He laughed like it was nothing in his eyes.

“Do you wanna come over to mine?” Y/n asked, not seeing another way out but keeping him close. “You can sleep on the coach or whatever. It’s closer than yours, so that’s a plus.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said. Standing up he was stomping his cigarette out before holding out his hand for her to take.

Together they walked out through the crowd, seeing Rob while doing so and telling him they would go - to which he only wiggled his eyebrows and patted Ryan’s back. They walked to her car without saying a word. All while holding hands. When Ryan went to the passenger side, he only noticed their interlaced fingers and laughed merely at the fact.

They drove home in utter comfortable silence.

[soundgrammar]

Listen/purchase: Heavy by SPRINTS

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

U2 – Pride (In The Name Of Love)

[mazzy-rockstar]

I’m a musician, I swear!