#subgenre music

[everybodyshusband]

well... more commonly known metal sub-genre, at least :)

please reblog if you can for increased sample size, etc :)

[prokopetz]

If I'm being completely honest, my taste in music isn't based on genres or artists, it's based on whether a given song could plausibly be on the soundtrack for a story-driven tactical RPG about a wizard with a gun.

[lonelyroommp3]

i do genuinely believe that if you sincerely say "i never listen to [broad genre of music]" you have essentially given me permission to disregard any thoughts, opinions, or hot takes you might otherwise have about music. disliking a specific subgenre is different you know like if someone says to me "i specifically don't like industrial techno" i will think to myself okay, to even know what that is you've probably got a decent idea what you're talking about, you've clearly listened to enough of it to differentiate it from other similar styles that you like more, and you've also got the maturity and presence of mind not to write off the whole genre of techno or edm because you don't like one specific subgenre. you might possibly be an obnoxious hipster depending on how you go on to back up your opinion but at least you know ball. on the other hand if you go "i will NEVER willingly listen to a country song" i immediately know your knowledge of at least one whole massive genre is based on reductive and sweeping stereotypes and assumptions, and you're not even open minded enough to consider that there might be exceptions to this rule you've imposed upon yourself. and at that point why on earth would i want to bother listening to anything else you have to say on the matter

[chaoticmetalheroine]

[amygdalae]

got any full album recs? like not just "there's a few bangers here" but "listening to this as an album will change everything"

im sooo picky the only two albums that've been 100% like this for me (so far) are as follows:

Dirt by Alice in Chains. - grunge/heavy metal

Cold by Lycia - darkwave/ ethereal wave

albums that have come really close to this for me:

Ghost Reveries by Opeth - progressive metal/death metal

Hidden Faces by Clan of Xymox - darkwave

Sonic Jihad by Snake River Conspiracy - industrial

Psycho Magnet by London After Midnight - darkwave/industrial

Doomsday Machine by Arch Enemy - melodic death metal

Green Room by Radkey - garage rock/punk rock sorta

Deep by Peter Murphy - Peter Murphy (New wave? does his solo stuff count as goth. less sure how to categorize. anyways its good)

[edwinisms]

it’s kinda funny to me that charles seems like this classic brit punk rocker and looking at him makes you think of like. the clash. sex pistols. etc. but really according to his pins and the time period he died in he was probably most frequently listening to fucking. ska

[jonathanbiers]

eddie was both the lead guitarist and vocalist in corroded coffin up until the upside down happened to him.

he healed, regained his strength, made up for the months he was in the hospital and couldn't play his guitar. he wasn't even that rusty really, just a little weak in the hands after everything. he's impatient and easily frustrated about it but looking back, it doesn't actually take too long to get back to where he was.

the problem is his voice.

the health of his vocal chords wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind when the bats were going at him and he was screaming for his life, it wasn't even on the list. and when he tried to get back into jamming with the guys and found he couldn't hit the notes he used to and it fucking hurt when he tried, he was absolutely crushed. that was an outlet for him, a way to get the complex emotions out in the form of poetry, to bare the softest parts of his soul and then shield them with killer guitar solos and brain-melting drums, now taken from him.

enter robin, who's become a close friend after everything they went through together. they bond over being queer in a small conservative town, they butt heads over eddie's smoking habit, they listen to each other's music and come to actually like it, they vent to each other about their romantic misadventures, they become best friends rather quickly.

so robin's heart breaks for eddie when he tells her about this newest thing the year of '86 took from him. she does her best to reassure him, she hugs him and lets him mope as long as he needs, they watch eddie's comfort movies together, and it helps him feel less like shit.

then one day, the two of them and steve are on a little impromptu road trip, and they're singing in the car. eddie's heard robin sing before, she likes to put on silly voices and sing along to the top-40s eddie loves to tease steve about. but he's never heard her sing before, not like this, not to a song she obviously has tremendous love for. her voice is warm and the song she's singing is a little soft and eddie is captivated in an instant. he has to stop himself from pulling over on the highway just to urge her to pursue a career as a musician.

robin tries to brush it off, jokes, "i'll do it only if you let me join corroded coffin."

"done," eddie agrees without second thought.

robin thinks he's joking too, but he's not. he's so not joking, he's too busy trying to imagine what it would sound like. he thinks it'd sound pretty fucking good, such a soft voice to balance out the harshness of their music. he knows robin's capable of other styles, too, he's heard her impressions of the screaming sometimes utilized in his preferred genre, her natural speaking voice has a nice bit of rasp to it, but something about the gentleness with which she was singing in the car just speaks to eddie. if it'd be anything like what his mind is conjuring up, he'd describe it as hauntingly beautiful, and he just has to hear it for himself. even if nothing comes of it.

robin still thinks he's joking when he sets the mic up at corroded coffin's weekly band practice, which both steve and robin had taken to attending. but he isn't, he digs his notebook out of his backpack and hands it to her, walks her through the melodies and she picks it up quick. she's been in band for years, music is something that just comes naturally to her. eddie doesn't know why the fuck he didn't think of this sooner.

it ends up sounding just as good as he imagined. her range isn't the same as eddie's used to be but it works, it morphs their music into something mesmerizing, something that bends the limits of the genre. robin sings eddie's lyrics on tuesday at the hideout mostly to entertain eddie because she loves her friend so much even though he's fucking crazy, and at least half a dozen people approach them after, tell them how different it sounds from what they're used to, how instead of being put off by it, it just works. they seem just as blown away by it as eddie was.

robin joins the band officially not long after that, and they start gaining attention locally. anyone who listened to them before would tell you they were good, but being a woman-fronted metal band wasn't all that common yet, and paired with the new elements robin's voice brought to the songs, they stood out from their peers a lot more easily. they're playing in a dive bar in indianapolis when they're approached by a scout from a record label, and they all just kind of look at each other, a mix of disbelief and happiness and seriously is this fucking happening right now?

they don't take it - eddie's heard of the record label this guy is from, and they're known for screwing over their artists and leaving them scrounging for enough to put food on the table. but it's a push for the five of them to start taking it a bit more seriously, start on an actual cohesive album instead of a bunch of songs with little relevance to each other slapped together on a cassette.

eddie and robin work together on the lyrics, and their first self-made album ends up being something that's hard to pin down to one specific genre. but it's good shit, eddie can tell, they get some tapes made and sell them when they play at bars around indiana. the offers keep coming, but they're smart, and they know their worth. they wait for the one that fits, and it's fucking perfect.

[fictionadventurer]

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[who77o7]

this is the energy I will bring forth in the summertime!

[every-sanji]

[tatiejosie]

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[oklotea]

Sooooo I haven't moved on from the trolls world tour bounty hunters.

The reggaeton trolls and their really cool designs and music....

Hickory and Dickory's entire thing with playing the long haul in trying to get close to poppy to steal her string.......

THE KPOP TROLLS AND THEIR MISSED POTENTIAL AND AND THEIR DESIGNS AND THEY'RE REALLY CUTE AND LOVELY

And CHAZ THE FUCKING SMOOTH JAZZ TROLL!??!??!??!?! need I say more. I mean just look at him.

I am going to start. A fandom. Surrounding these guys. Just watch me.

They are so silly and I love them

[queenlua]

yesterday i put on a playlist of "Country Music Women Singing About Murdering Their Husbands" (for writing inspo reasons you understand)

and i damn near pulled off the highway when Martina McBride's "Independence Day" came on because, what, that "Independence Day"? the song whose chorus was blasting fucking everywhere during peak post-9/11 rah-rah-america era??? isn't that song just I Love My Country (which is a completely different country subgenre)???

so yeah, it turns out if you actually listen to the verses, it's about a battered woman committing a murder-arson. that's the day of reckoning babey. good for you mcbride & also sorry i (and apparently a bajillion other people) missed the point for like two decades

[chaoticmetalheroine]

[amygdalae]

Need goth album recs pls help hep help help 🥺🖤🖤🖤🖤