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The April 2025 New Music Train is making its final journey of the month, picking up Scot Isom in the suburbs of Kansas City before Patrick hops on board and rides into the depot. In this episode, you'll hear music from The Waterboys, Matt D, Jesse Welles and Scowl. Rockin' the Suburbs on Apple Podcasts/iTunes or other podcast platforms, including audioBoom, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Amazon, iHeart,Stitcher and TuneIn. Or listen at SuburbsPod.com. Please rate/review the show on Apple Podcasts and share it with your friends. Visit our website at SuburbsPod.com Email Jim & Patrick at rock@suburbspod.com Follow us on the Threads, Facebook or Instagram @suburbspod If you're glad or sad or high, call the Suburban Party Line — 612-440-1984. Theme music: "Ascension," originally by Quartjar, next covered by Frank Muffin and now re-done in a high-voltage version by Quartjar again!  Visit quartjar.bandcamp.com and frankmuffin.bandcamp.com.

Claude und Christopher im Gespräch mit Aleks und Briegel. Wir sprechen über Gitarrenriffs beatboxen, die Jugend von heute, die Gleichzeitigkeit von vielen Dingen, Angst, die Statistikklausur nicht zu bestehen, Angst, nicht mehr lieb gehabt zu werden, Grüße an Anna, Poppunk und Rockabilly kam zuerst, kein Internet Zuhause haben, Myspace und ICQ, Paramore & eine Hayley-Williams-Psychose haben, Black Veil Brides, Merchandise wie vom Jahrmarkt, Bring me the Horizon-Shirt schockte Aleks Mutter, Shirts sind ominös verschwunden, The Distillers und Batmobile, kurze Ponys und Polkadots, Mr Music in Bonn, Hayley Williams postet Terror, Impericon, das Ave Maria singen, Keepers of the Faith ist das beste Album von Terror, Die Toten Hosen mit Vater hören, Die roten Rosen Weihnachtsalbum als Kind lieben, Bullet For My Valentine auf dem Handy, das krasseste, was man bis dahin gehört hat, 2000er Metalcore und Emo-Poppunk, Enter Shikari etc.; das Aufwachsen in Deutschland mit serbischem Pass; Emo-Punks am Kaiserbrunnen; Bernd das Brot; Sockenverkauf auf dem Metro Parkplatz; neumodischen Satanismus; Sober Mind For A Clean Living & Straight Edge; Side2Side Records; die Gründung und das Durchstarten von Passed Out; Tünnes Booking; Franzmann; Mike Grabs; Camping und Verbundenheit u.a. mit Wrecked Culture, Torch, Speedbump, Lifecrusher und XOXO; Dry Socket; Pest Control; Jivebomb & Scowl; Entomologie; die Gewerkschaft FAU; Utopien: Sozialismus und Anarchosyndikalismus, kollektives Organisieren als einziges Mittel zur gesellschaftlichen Bewegung; Streik im öffentlichen Nahverkehr; den Syndikalistischen Frauenbund und das Manifest der 30; Excuse Me, Who Are You?, Twilight, Interception, Her, Black Mirror, den YouTube Channel „Filmanalyse“ von Wolfgang M. Schmitt und vieles mehr.

Onlangs bezochten Blood Incantation en Wiegedood het Utrechtse TivoliVredenburg om albums van begin tot einde te spelen. Osmium, de zwaarste podcast in het Nederlands, was uiteraard aanwezig om het nu al klassieke Absolute Elsewhere en het baanbrekende drieluik De Doden Hebben Het Goed integraal tot zich te nemen. Dat blijkt een vruchtbare inspiratiebron voor het onderwerp van deze aflevering: concerten waarbij de setlist in feite een tracklist is. Wat ooit begon als een exclusieve belevenis, lijkt steeds meer te verzanden in geforceerde fanservice. Hoog tijd dus om integrale albumsets eens onder de loep te nemen. Waarom is de ene integrale set een meeslepende ervaring, terwijl de andere integrale set door gebrek aan spontaniteit juist inzakt? Hoor je liever een oud en vertrouwd album of juist vers materiaal dat live zijn glans nog moet bewijzen? Is de integrale albumset überhaupt een verrijking voor het concertlandschap? Gelukkig zijn de luister- en concerttips een verrijking van iedere Osmium-aflevering. Op muzikaal vlak volgen aanbevelingen voor zowel kinderen als gevorderden, en kan er uit vier concerten (waarvan twee integrale albumsets) op één avond gekozen worden. Het oplettende oor vangt ook nog eens de tijd en coördinaten van de Osmium meet-up voor 2025 op. Haal je kompas maar tevoorschijn! Met beeldmateriaal van Ruben Verheul en muziek van Wiegedood. Onderwerpen: Wiegedood - Prowl (00:00) Introductie over je pensioen verbrassen aan wandelschoenen en blaarception (00:14) Introductie van het onderwerp: integrale albumsets (03:40) Exclusiviteit van integrale albumsets, is dat nou leuk? (07:47) Wat is beter: integrale sets van oude of nieuwe albums? (11:22) Sfeerverhogende factoren van integrale albumsets (14:00) Gebrek aan spontaniteit en harmoniseren van verwachtingen (18:14) Hoe lang duurt de ideale setlist, en hoe vul je die tijd? (28:21) Headline setlists versus festival setlists (39:58) Belang van authenticiteit in integrale albumsets (47:08) Definitieve eindoordeel: zijn integrale albumsets nou leuk of niet? (50:58) Luistertip van Pim: Scowl - Are We All Angels, een niet authentieke, kinderachtige mengelmoes die toch aanstekelijk is (54:20) Luistertip van Niels: Cave Sermon - Fragile Wings, een verfrissende lente post-rock plaat die toch wel heel erg metal is (01:00:27) Concerttip van Pim: een vierluik van concerten op maandag 11 augustus dat concertgangers nieuwe levels van fomo laat bereiken (01:05:43) Concerttip van Niels: Coffeyfest in Skatepark Pier 15 te Breda, een verrassend festival in de staart van het zomerseizoen met potentie voor een Osmium meet-up (01:09:55) Shout-outs (01:13:31) Links: Concertverslag Blood Incantation in TivoliVredenburg (Ronda zaal) Concertverslag Blood Incantation in TivoliVredenburg (Pandora zaal) Scowl Bandcamp Cave Sermon Bandcamp Between The Buried And Me en REZN in Poppodium 013 Pelican in Hall Of Fame Inter Arma en Wayfarer in Doornroosje The Fall Of Troy in De Helling Coffey Fest in Skatepark Pier 15 Ruben Verheul (Wishful Doing)

Présentée par Mickey. Nouvelle session hardcore sur Radio Metal ! De la nouvelle vague à l'ancienne génération, Pit&Mosh n'épargne personne dans la fosse. La première heure est toujours consacrée aux nouveautés du moment (SCOWL, LANDMVRKS, NASTY, POINT MORT, PROPAGANDHI, etc.). Pour la deuxième, c'est un peu plus freestyle... Bonne écoute et bon moshpit dans l'salon !

Hey all! This is the latest episode in my series on how the Girlies are taking over different genres. We started with Americana, the Pop, and now Punk! I've been super impressed with how many women led punk bands have been killing it. This week we take a look at Bikini Kill, Amyl and the Sniffers, The Linda Lindas, BABYMETAL, Hanabie, Destroy Boys, Scowl, Mannequin Pussy, and a local favorite of mine Worm Shot. I hope you dig it and go check these bands out! They're so good! 

Reviews really hot up with some of the most hyped and acclaimed records of the year, some experiments from familiar faces, and some real underground crushers with Deafheaven, Scowl, Employed to Serve, Inhuman Nature, Messa, & Final Dose.Deafheaven 25:41Scowl 57:31Employed to Serve 1:20:33Inhuman Nature 1:43:08Messa 1:52:32Final Dose 2:07:53

The mid 80s were an interesting time for Canadian legends Rush.   Like so many of their contemporaries of the time, the trio seemingly openly embraced the era by developing a very "80s" look and sound. That was never more evident than their '85 album "Power Windows". The decisive album is 40 years young.   So as is tradition, we've chosen this album for our 40th Anniversary Deep Dive series. Since we're talking Rush, we once again got our "Rush Guy", Mr. Mark Buell on the horn to help dissect this record. We go track-by-track and discuss everything Rush in that era. What's your 411 on "Power Windows"?   In our "News, Views and Tunes", we share our Record Store Day haul and acknowledge Rex Manning Day.   Musically, we crank some Scowl, D.I., Sledgehammer, Shed The Skin, Krossfyre and introduce T.O. crossover thrashers The Slime in our "Indie Spotlight".   Horns Up!

They weren't going to hire me for EDC anyway1- not based off of that mix! But it had been a long week, and a long day, and of all the excuses in the world o had to make, the greatest excuse was this: it just wasn't my best mix( I simply wasn't ready. In fact, my entry was more like a spoof— I hadn't any pictures on my laptop and instead included a photo of my logo; my entry included a bio that was short and direct, vague and said more about my invisible cat than I did me. I didn't include a soundcloud, because I didn't have one, and when it came down to it, I wasn't a fan of the mix; it didn't sound as well as I knew I could do, or even as good as some of my past entries. I was going off the top of my head, with no tracks analyzed to sync—which meant I was wasting valuable playtime selecting tracks, and pitchyhingbthen manually to be exact, which made my mix not sound like me at all. I sounded like an amatur/- and with this being my first on-camera appearance, I certainly was an amatuer. The top of the line technology was foreign to me— and I knew EDC was at a loss; I hadn't handed in my best work or even looked my best, not understanding how fat the camera would make me look. Still, I hadn't even given them the video, and with every bit of my might leading up to the very deadline, I still made a ridiculous effort to hand in something— because it was some thing. I was already on somebody's radar in the DJ world for a very long time— this was my way of showing I was still doing as much as I could to actually catch up to speed with the kids, the hot girl DJ's, and the prostitots who at least could figure out how to analyze and sync their pre-recorded sets and press play on time. My set was janky, and it made it look like I couldn't even do that. But I could. As I had learned by spending that amount of time at the decks, I had actually become quite the technical DJ— little use of effects by choice means that I had precision focused in speed and ability— how many tracks can I get up and down and to stay in line? It was harder than ever without the ability to use sync at all, but I was learning by hand a skill enough DJ's didn't have to make it a skill worth having. Then, there was more I needed not just to learn, but for it to become second nature. For it to be easy to do not just in a room myself, but potentially in front of hundreds and thousands of people. I didn't want to be the average disc jokey. I wanted to play EDC— and not on a little controller on a side stage at 3:30 PM; I was sure I would one day start there, but this year was a wash. I had been thrown off by trying and failing to record the mixed I needed to enter the contest on my birthday and then all that accumulated in the pressure of anxiety, disappointment, and movements I hadn't made in months under the circumstances— for about four days in a row it seemed unlikely that it would happen at all, and when it did, it was at the very last moment, at the literal deadline, with a mix I wasn't particularly proud of and a track which was technically unreleased without using “unlicensed content”— I had selected it in hopes that the judge of the contest, SLANDER might hear something from it. A bass music DJ— and this was bass music, however, with somewhat outdated samples and a rare and very unique technique, I would hope that someone would listen to the track before the mix— and hear something special in it. It was a special song, at least to me— but these people were hard to impress to say the least, still I wanted to at least be on the radar, and I had an Insomniac tattoo that pleaded with me at times to just do whatever it takes. Besides, they had opened up another contest, which meant I had four tracks to present in total— three more tracks and three more mixes, and I was determined that with each passing day I would do better. For now, I was recovering from being out in New York on a rolling basis; my collected self confidence and poise from isolation had dwindled into the rotting core of depression of just being “just another poor black girl in Brooklyn” not an identity I wore on me at all times, but something like a badge that was placed on me by location, and the color of my skin. I hated my apartment, and I hated everything about my circumstances— because it separated me from the other DJs and producers. I wasn't safe, supported, popular, pretty, or well-to-do— and I didn't have the access to thentechnology on a whim, through a friend, or with privelege. Everything I did in the DJ world was a fight, a push, a breakthrough from a world that had no such luxuries— and for the most part, what wasn't going into my music, was going into my mouth. When I wasn't excersising, I was working, and when I wasn't working, I still was. I spent my time writing, and reading, and there was no such thing as a waste of time when I was learning about my predecessors— J.K. Rowling, George Lucas, and even Jim Henson, who I'd learned had made the very first muppet from scratch and by hand! Besides the play on words, I wasn't just a DJ; I was a writer, and a filmmaker, and I was trying to figure out how somehow also I was this strange puppeteer man, coming to the conclusion with the fact that I was also sort of always just obsessed with TV and wanted something to do with it. But I was stamping my foot, and heavily— I didn't just want to be an actor! I didn't just want to be a comedian. And certainly, because it sometimes seemed as if anybody could do it and with the sync button and pre-recorded mixes in mind, any bikini clad hot girl or basic bitch Chad boy could and were very most often DJs—I certainly did not want to nor did I have the choice of being just a DJ, or JUST a producer— because it seemed nothing made sense without being any of the others. But the problem remained that I was still not making any money from anything really worthwhile, and I was sick of subsisting, with the limited choices I had for nutrition and vitamins because of my government subsidies; the foods I wanted were out of reach— the energy sustaining, clean and organically sourced best foods and vitamins were just simply unavailable to people with food stamps, and even on the days I should have felt happiest, I became depressed. How was I going to escape the system— and why was no strawberry flavored vegan protein available to people on EBT?! I was almost a comedian, but lately too depressed to perform. All I wanted was my music world to be real— and it was real— I was doing just about as much as anyone else in the industry was, despite my limitations, and just not getting paid for it. My neighbors banged on the walls when I played music and slammed doors even even I didn't— and when I sang or rapped it sounded like they were slamming things around like they were throwing tantrums and fits. It might have been easy to look past if I were inebriated in some sort of way like most rappers, singers, and performers— but I was stone cold sober. Even in ear plugs, I heard every slam, every bang, every boom— and not to mention the motorcycles and the rest of the idiots outside. It seemed like I was being trapped by an energy that just simply never wanted me to make the best music I knew I could make, and so the best music I knew I could make wasn't going to be in this place. But how would I escape it? IT STARTS NOW. Agh. I promised myself that on my next Instacart subscription I would brush up on my Saturday a Night Live and whatever Which included but wasn't exactly limited to— Seth Meyers, 30 Rock, And almost dreadedly The Tonight Show, starring . Oh look. There he is. What was that dude's name again? Fixed it, You're welcome. What was wrong with it. Just needed some adjustments. Uhh. Wow, I never saw that before. A very strange man has appears to have affixed a giant pair of television antennas to his oddly specific television-shaped house. Hm. Aha, I see… I told you before, Marty. I don't like you hanging out with that old man. He is— — he's strange, Marty! He's strange, Well, maybe I'm strange. I don't think so! Remember this? LORRAINE points at a picture on the refrigerator; Her son, MARTY is clean cut, smiling and well dressed— almost the opposite of his newly adopted Whatever, I just got bored. But mom, he's a genius! Genius my patatootie! Let's not— [The Festival Project ™] Ugh, Mom! —say, “patootie” alright? Especially when I'm watching TV! I can say patootie all I want, especially if it's my patootie! Eww, mom!! Patatootie, patootie, patootie! Alright. I only got two weeks to learn everything I can about Saturday night Live… For whatever reason. WHY! I don't know. WHY! I don't know. WHYYYYYYYYYY?! I don't know, Kenan, shut the fuck up! Woah woah woah. Hold the phone. KENAN cries out into the universe inconsolably about his newly entirely totaled Beamer. KEL can't seem to console him, but doesn't really try. He seems preoccupied with twisting up the perfect blunt, licking it from the sidewalk as KENAN, hunched over the crumpled hood and completely totaled vehicle cries out once more, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! There appears to have been a hit-and-run. L E G E N D S Earlier: Well, for… Wait who did I write Flowers for? Bill Hader. That's right. I never found Bill Hader. I was trying to avoid— Oh look, a penny. Aurumph. —oddly enough, I also promised myself a Rick and Morty marathon. Oh, that's right; it was Was I right? I can bet. CHRIS PARNELL seems to have awakened from a very deep sleep. As he lie on his back in the middle of the floor in an unknown room, the location becomes familiar ; he appears to be at Rockerfeller Center— however, not in a usual setting. PARNELL Oh, Jesus Christ… I don't know how I had him and sudakis mixed up. I don't even think they were on the same cast. Also, explain to me why. EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS DUDE: [Apparently Rob Riggle] SHOT ME. Shot— yo, wait. And you said— I'm waiting. He was wearing some kind of cloak . A cloak of invisibility. Everything was hidden besides— whatever he was drinking. He was drinking something . Yes, that is correct, apparently! “Apparently” Apparently! “Apparently” Do you remember what he was drinking. Ah, yes. I remember exactly…apparently. Apparently? Yes, exactly—apparently. It appeared to be a strawberry milkshake. A—a strawberry milkshake . A strawberry milkshake! Exactly! Not apparently? Exactly, apparently! Alright… thanks. -_- Now, where were we with the actual celebrities ! I thought this was a Star-studded cast! We are star studded. Where are they then. The who?! The stars ! The what! The people! You said this movie had real star power! It does! Where! Right here, see ?! At some point I had seen all I thought that I could of one man's price — The thing to pay in response to one great, cosmic ask; And then, like nothing ; I dissappeared, and went away with it all, into my cavern, trapped like a madman; To know so much and yet, nothing at all. Shh. K. Take this. *sighs, but almost silently* Shh. *sighs even more deeply, but even more silently* The Legend of Ascencia Yo. Yo what. Yo what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. It's Skrillex. No, I'm not. Dont tell me— Idiot . You look confused. Do it again. I am— confused. Mortals. Where's deadmau5. I'm not playing deadmau5; These speakers are loud. Play the deadmau5 No, not that. There is it. Aha. See, I found it. —noo. That's better. I'll take it from here. From where. I don't see anything. I don't feel. I don't know anything. I don't say. I lost focus. I go home drunk. I think I called the wrong number. I think I caught a cold on the tour bus. I think I brought the whole road back with me. I think I got more starstruck not watching. I think I ran out of luck— On a four leaf clover. I think I woke up to Conan at Four in the morning Like “top of the morning to ya” And it was too much It was too much. It was too much. Smile. Camera one Camera 3 Run a mile Smile Admire on in 1, 2– Why are we counting up? Somehow my whole world backwards Backend, black tights, Black dress That's right But I don't like rice and my fritters is fried I am fried I am High I guess High I guess High I guess High I guess Hi, I guess. I like his eyes, I guess. Starting to cry I guess, Will ferrel is wild, I guess But why Don't look at the thigh meat I'm high as a kite I guess I just smiled and sung my goodbyes And just stopped trying to try I guess I wasted all my good years On a poor fat boy I wasted all my goo ears on bad songs that Still blow my mind Subliminal messages And as high as I am I still see tides, I guess Whole worlds of oceans and Starting to fly, I guess Yess I'm a bird Fuck this bird All I wanted was water A kite I guess Look, mom, I still cry I guess I digest life by the light and the smiles I get Almost none of them, Retreat to the forest Where I don't see none of them To go downstairs, No hair No make up Ugly girl Black girl Broke girl New York Going downstairs Undressed, Not made up Ugly girl Black girl Nappy girl Fat girl New York Scowl like you mean it Scowl like you mean it Nobody loves be because I'm not famous And no, I don't want you Because you're not famous And no, I don't want you Because you got famous And now I don't want you Because you're too famous Yes Do wah diddy Down by the boardwalk Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

They weren't going to hire me for EDC anyway1- not based off of that mix! But it had been a long week, and a long day, and of all the excuses in the world o had to make, the greatest excuse was this: it just wasn't my best mix( I simply wasn't ready. In fact, my entry was more like a spoof— I hadn't any pictures on my laptop and instead included a photo of my logo; my entry included a bio that was short and direct, vague and said more about my invisible cat than I did me. I didn't include a soundcloud, because I didn't have one, and when it came down to it, I wasn't a fan of the mix; it didn't sound as well as I knew I could do, or even as good as some of my past entries. I was going off the top of my head, with no tracks analyzed to sync—which meant I was wasting valuable playtime selecting tracks, and pitchyhingbthen manually to be exact, which made my mix not sound like me at all. I sounded like an amatur/- and with this being my first on-camera appearance, I certainly was an amatuer. The top of the line technology was foreign to me— and I knew EDC was at a loss; I hadn't handed in my best work or even looked my best, not understanding how fat the camera would make me look. Still, I hadn't even given them the video, and with every bit of my might leading up to the very deadline, I still made a ridiculous effort to hand in something— because it was some thing. I was already on somebody's radar in the DJ world for a very long time— this was my way of showing I was still doing as much as I could to actually catch up to speed with the kids, the hot girl DJ's, and the prostitots who at least could figure out how to analyze and sync their pre-recorded sets and press play on time. My set was janky, and it made it look like I couldn't even do that. But I could. As I had learned by spending that amount of time at the decks, I had actually become quite the technical DJ— little use of effects by choice means that I had precision focused in speed and ability— how many tracks can I get up and down and to stay in line? It was harder than ever without the ability to use sync at all, but I was learning by hand a skill enough DJ's didn't have to make it a skill worth having. Then, there was more I needed not just to learn, but for it to become second nature. For it to be easy to do not just in a room myself, but potentially in front of hundreds and thousands of people. I didn't want to be the average disc jokey. I wanted to play EDC— and not on a little controller on a side stage at 3:30 PM; I was sure I would one day start there, but this year was a wash. I had been thrown off by trying and failing to record the mixed I needed to enter the contest on my birthday and then all that accumulated in the pressure of anxiety, disappointment, and movements I hadn't made in months under the circumstances— for about four days in a row it seemed unlikely that it would happen at all, and when it did, it was at the very last moment, at the literal deadline, with a mix I wasn't particularly proud of and a track which was technically unreleased without using “unlicensed content”— I had selected it in hopes that the judge of the contest, SLANDER might hear something from it. A bass music DJ— and this was bass music, however, with somewhat outdated samples and a rare and very unique technique, I would hope that someone would listen to the track before the mix— and hear something special in it. It was a special song, at least to me— but these people were hard to impress to say the least, still I wanted to at least be on the radar, and I had an Insomniac tattoo that pleaded with me at times to just do whatever it takes. Besides, they had opened up another contest, which meant I had four tracks to present in total— three more tracks and three more mixes, and I was determined that with each passing day I would do better. For now, I was recovering from being out in New York on a rolling basis; my collected self confidence and poise from isolation had dwindled into the rotting core of depression of just being “just another poor black girl in Brooklyn” not an identity I wore on me at all times, but something like a badge that was placed on me by location, and the color of my skin. I hated my apartment, and I hated everything about my circumstances— because it separated me from the other DJs and producers. I wasn't safe, supported, popular, pretty, or well-to-do— and I didn't have the access to thentechnology on a whim, through a friend, or with privelege. Everything I did in the DJ world was a fight, a push, a breakthrough from a world that had no such luxuries— and for the most part, what wasn't going into my music, was going into my mouth. When I wasn't excersising, I was working, and when I wasn't working, I still was. I spent my time writing, and reading, and there was no such thing as a waste of time when I was learning about my predecessors— J.K. Rowling, George Lucas, and even Jim Henson, who I'd learned had made the very first muppet from scratch and by hand! Besides the play on words, I wasn't just a DJ; I was a writer, and a filmmaker, and I was trying to figure out how somehow also I was this strange puppeteer man, coming to the conclusion with the fact that I was also sort of always just obsessed with TV and wanted something to do with it. But I was stamping my foot, and heavily— I didn't just want to be an actor! I didn't just want to be a comedian. And certainly, because it sometimes seemed as if anybody could do it and with the sync button and pre-recorded mixes in mind, any bikini clad hot girl or basic bitch Chad boy could and were very most often DJs—I certainly did not want to nor did I have the choice of being just a DJ, or JUST a producer— because it seemed nothing made sense without being any of the others. But the problem remained that I was still not making any money from anything really worthwhile, and I was sick of subsisting, with the limited choices I had for nutrition and vitamins because of my government subsidies; the foods I wanted were out of reach— the energy sustaining, clean and organically sourced best foods and vitamins were just simply unavailable to people with food stamps, and even on the days I should have felt happiest, I became depressed. How was I going to escape the system— and why was no strawberry flavored vegan protein available to people on EBT?! I was almost a comedian, but lately too depressed to perform. All I wanted was my music world to be real— and it was real— I was doing just about as much as anyone else in the industry was, despite my limitations, and just not getting paid for it. My neighbors banged on the walls when I played music and slammed doors even even I didn't— and when I sang or rapped it sounded like they were slamming things around like they were throwing tantrums and fits. It might have been easy to look past if I were inebriated in some sort of way like most rappers, singers, and performers— but I was stone cold sober. Even in ear plugs, I heard every slam, every bang, every boom— and not to mention the motorcycles and the rest of the idiots outside. It seemed like I was being trapped by an energy that just simply never wanted me to make the best music I knew I could make, and so the best music I knew I could make wasn't going to be in this place. But how would I escape it? IT STARTS NOW. Agh. I promised myself that on my next Instacart subscription I would brush up on my Saturday a Night Live and whatever Which included but wasn't exactly limited to— Seth Meyers, 30 Rock, And almost dreadedly The Tonight Show, starring . Oh look. There he is. What was that dude's name again? Fixed it, You're welcome. What was wrong with it. Just needed some adjustments. Uhh. Wow, I never saw that before. A very strange man has appears to have affixed a giant pair of television antennas to his oddly specific television-shaped house. Hm. Aha, I see… I told you before, Marty. I don't like you hanging out with that old man. He is— — he's strange, Marty! He's strange, Well, maybe I'm strange. I don't think so! Remember this? LORRAINE points at a picture on the refrigerator; Her son, MARTY is clean cut, smiling and well dressed— almost the opposite of his newly adopted Whatever, I just got bored. But mom, he's a genius! Genius my patatootie! Let's not— [The Festival Project ™] Ugh, Mom! —say, “patootie” alright? Especially when I'm watching TV! I can say patootie all I want, especially if it's my patootie! Eww, mom!! Patatootie, patootie, patootie! Alright. I only got two weeks to learn everything I can about Saturday night Live… For whatever reason. WHY! I don't know. WHY! I don't know. WHYYYYYYYYYY?! I don't know, Kenan, shut the fuck up! Woah woah woah. Hold the phone. KENAN cries out into the universe inconsolably about his newly entirely totaled Beamer. KEL can't seem to console him, but doesn't really try. He seems preoccupied with twisting up the perfect blunt, licking it from the sidewalk as KENAN, hunched over the crumpled hood and completely totaled vehicle cries out once more, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! There appears to have been a hit-and-run. L E G E N D S Earlier: Well, for… Wait who did I write Flowers for? Bill Hader. That's right. I never found Bill Hader. I was trying to avoid— Oh look, a penny. Aurumph. —oddly enough, I also promised myself a Rick and Morty marathon. Oh, that's right; it was Was I right? I can bet. CHRIS PARNELL seems to have awakened from a very deep sleep. As he lie on his back in the middle of the floor in an unknown room, the location becomes familiar ; he appears to be at Rockerfeller Center— however, not in a usual setting. PARNELL Oh, Jesus Christ… I don't know how I had him and sudakis mixed up. I don't even think they were on the same cast. Also, explain to me why. EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS DUDE: [Apparently Rob Riggle] SHOT ME. Shot— yo, wait. And you said— I'm waiting. He was wearing some kind of cloak . A cloak of invisibility. Everything was hidden besides— whatever he was drinking. He was drinking something . Yes, that is correct, apparently! “Apparently” Apparently! “Apparently” Do you remember what he was drinking. Ah, yes. I remember exactly…apparently. Apparently? Yes, exactly—apparently. It appeared to be a strawberry milkshake. A—a strawberry milkshake . A strawberry milkshake! Exactly! Not apparently? Exactly, apparently! Alright… thanks. -_- Now, where were we with the actual celebrities ! I thought this was a Star-studded cast! We are star studded. Where are they then. The who?! The stars ! The what! The people! You said this movie had real star power! It does! Where! Right here, see ?! At some point I had seen all I thought that I could of one man's price — The thing to pay in response to one great, cosmic ask; And then, like nothing ; I dissappeared, and went away with it all, into my cavern, trapped like a madman; To know so much and yet, nothing at all. Shh. K. Take this. *sighs, but almost silently* Shh. *sighs even more deeply, but even more silently* The Legend of Ascencia Yo. Yo what. Yo what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. It's Skrillex. No, I'm not. Dont tell me— Idiot . You look confused. Do it again. I am— confused. Mortals. Where's deadmau5. I'm not playing deadmau5; These speakers are loud. Play the deadmau5 No, not that. There is it. Aha. See, I found it. —noo. That's better. I'll take it from here. From where. I don't see anything. I don't feel. I don't know anything. I don't say. I lost focus. I go home drunk. I think I called the wrong number. I think I caught a cold on the tour bus. I think I brought the whole road back with me. I think I got more starstruck not watching. I think I ran out of luck— On a four leaf clover. I think I woke up to Conan at Four in the morning Like “top of the morning to ya” And it was too much It was too much. It was too much. Smile. Camera one Camera 3 Run a mile Smile Admire on in 1, 2– Why are we counting up? Somehow my whole world backwards Backend, black tights, Black dress That's right But I don't like rice and my fritters is fried I am fried I am High I guess High I guess High I guess High I guess Hi, I guess. I like his eyes, I guess. Starting to cry I guess, Will ferrel is wild, I guess But why Don't look at the thigh meat I'm high as a kite I guess I just smiled and sung my goodbyes And just stopped trying to try I guess I wasted all my good years On a poor fat boy I wasted all my goo ears on bad songs that Still blow my mind Subliminal messages And as high as I am I still see tides, I guess Whole worlds of oceans and Starting to fly, I guess Yess I'm a bird Fuck this bird All I wanted was water A kite I guess Look, mom, I still cry I guess I digest life by the light and the smiles I get Almost none of them, Retreat to the forest Where I don't see none of them To go downstairs, No hair No make up Ugly girl Black girl Broke girl New York Going downstairs Undressed, Not made up Ugly girl Black girl Nappy girl Fat girl New York Scowl like you mean it Scowl like you mean it Nobody loves be because I'm not famous And no, I don't want you Because you're not famous And no, I don't want you Because you got famous And now I don't want you Because you're too famous Yes Do wah diddy Down by the boardwalk Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

They weren't going to hire me for EDC anyway1- not based off of that mix! But it had been a long week, and a long day, and of all the excuses in the world o had to make, the greatest excuse was this: it just wasn't my best mix( I simply wasn't ready. In fact, my entry was more like a spoof— I hadn't any pictures on my laptop and instead included a photo of my logo; my entry included a bio that was short and direct, vague and said more about my invisible cat than I did me. I didn't include a soundcloud, because I didn't have one, and when it came down to it, I wasn't a fan of the mix; it didn't sound as well as I knew I could do, or even as good as some of my past entries. I was going off the top of my head, with no tracks analyzed to sync—which meant I was wasting valuable playtime selecting tracks, and pitchyhingbthen manually to be exact, which made my mix not sound like me at all. I sounded like an amatur/- and with this being my first on-camera appearance, I certainly was an amatuer. The top of the line technology was foreign to me— and I knew EDC was at a loss; I hadn't handed in my best work or even looked my best, not understanding how fat the camera would make me look. Still, I hadn't even given them the video, and with every bit of my might leading up to the very deadline, I still made a ridiculous effort to hand in something— because it was some thing. I was already on somebody's radar in the DJ world for a very long time— this was my way of showing I was still doing as much as I could to actually catch up to speed with the kids, the hot girl DJ's, and the prostitots who at least could figure out how to analyze and sync their pre-recorded sets and press play on time. My set was janky, and it made it look like I couldn't even do that. But I could. As I had learned by spending that amount of time at the decks, I had actually become quite the technical DJ— little use of effects by choice means that I had precision focused in speed and ability— how many tracks can I get up and down and to stay in line? It was harder than ever without the ability to use sync at all, but I was learning by hand a skill enough DJ's didn't have to make it a skill worth having. Then, there was more I needed not just to learn, but for it to become second nature. For it to be easy to do not just in a room myself, but potentially in front of hundreds and thousands of people. I didn't want to be the average disc jokey. I wanted to play EDC— and not on a little controller on a side stage at 3:30 PM; I was sure I would one day start there, but this year was a wash. I had been thrown off by trying and failing to record the mixed I needed to enter the contest on my birthday and then all that accumulated in the pressure of anxiety, disappointment, and movements I hadn't made in months under the circumstances— for about four days in a row it seemed unlikely that it would happen at all, and when it did, it was at the very last moment, at the literal deadline, with a mix I wasn't particularly proud of and a track which was technically unreleased without using “unlicensed content”— I had selected it in hopes that the judge of the contest, SLANDER might hear something from it. A bass music DJ— and this was bass music, however, with somewhat outdated samples and a rare and very unique technique, I would hope that someone would listen to the track before the mix— and hear something special in it. It was a special song, at least to me— but these people were hard to impress to say the least, still I wanted to at least be on the radar, and I had an Insomniac tattoo that pleaded with me at times to just do whatever it takes. Besides, they had opened up another contest, which meant I had four tracks to present in total— three more tracks and three more mixes, and I was determined that with each passing day I would do better. For now, I was recovering from being out in New York on a rolling basis; my collected self confidence and poise from isolation had dwindled into the rotting core of depression of just being “just another poor black girl in Brooklyn” not an identity I wore on me at all times, but something like a badge that was placed on me by location, and the color of my skin. I hated my apartment, and I hated everything about my circumstances— because it separated me from the other DJs and producers. I wasn't safe, supported, popular, pretty, or well-to-do— and I didn't have the access to thentechnology on a whim, through a friend, or with privelege. Everything I did in the DJ world was a fight, a push, a breakthrough from a world that had no such luxuries— and for the most part, what wasn't going into my music, was going into my mouth. When I wasn't excersising, I was working, and when I wasn't working, I still was. I spent my time writing, and reading, and there was no such thing as a waste of time when I was learning about my predecessors— J.K. Rowling, George Lucas, and even Jim Henson, who I'd learned had made the very first muppet from scratch and by hand! Besides the play on words, I wasn't just a DJ; I was a writer, and a filmmaker, and I was trying to figure out how somehow also I was this strange puppeteer man, coming to the conclusion with the fact that I was also sort of always just obsessed with TV and wanted something to do with it. But I was stamping my foot, and heavily— I didn't just want to be an actor! I didn't just want to be a comedian. And certainly, because it sometimes seemed as if anybody could do it and with the sync button and pre-recorded mixes in mind, any bikini clad hot girl or basic bitch Chad boy could and were very most often DJs—I certainly did not want to nor did I have the choice of being just a DJ, or JUST a producer— because it seemed nothing made sense without being any of the others. But the problem remained that I was still not making any money from anything really worthwhile, and I was sick of subsisting, with the limited choices I had for nutrition and vitamins because of my government subsidies; the foods I wanted were out of reach— the energy sustaining, clean and organically sourced best foods and vitamins were just simply unavailable to people with food stamps, and even on the days I should have felt happiest, I became depressed. How was I going to escape the system— and why was no strawberry flavored vegan protein available to people on EBT?! I was almost a comedian, but lately too depressed to perform. All I wanted was my music world to be real— and it was real— I was doing just about as much as anyone else in the industry was, despite my limitations, and just not getting paid for it. My neighbors banged on the walls when I played music and slammed doors even even I didn't— and when I sang or rapped it sounded like they were slamming things around like they were throwing tantrums and fits. It might have been easy to look past if I were inebriated in some sort of way like most rappers, singers, and performers— but I was stone cold sober. Even in ear plugs, I heard every slam, every bang, every boom— and not to mention the motorcycles and the rest of the idiots outside. It seemed like I was being trapped by an energy that just simply never wanted me to make the best music I knew I could make, and so the best music I knew I could make wasn't going to be in this place. But how would I escape it? IT STARTS NOW. Agh. I promised myself that on my next Instacart subscription I would brush up on my Saturday a Night Live and whatever Which included but wasn't exactly limited to— Seth Meyers, 30 Rock, And almost dreadedly The Tonight Show, starring . Oh look. There he is. What was that dude's name again? Fixed it, You're welcome. What was wrong with it. Just needed some adjustments. Uhh. Wow, I never saw that before. A very strange man has appears to have affixed a giant pair of television antennas to his oddly specific television-shaped house. Hm. Aha, I see… I told you before, Marty. I don't like you hanging out with that old man. He is— — he's strange, Marty! He's strange, Well, maybe I'm strange. I don't think so! Remember this? LORRAINE points at a picture on the refrigerator; Her son, MARTY is clean cut, smiling and well dressed— almost the opposite of his newly adopted Whatever, I just got bored. But mom, he's a genius! Genius my patatootie! Let's not— [The Festival Project ™] Ugh, Mom! —say, “patootie” alright? Especially when I'm watching TV! I can say patootie all I want, especially if it's my patootie! Eww, mom!! Patatootie, patootie, patootie! Alright. I only got two weeks to learn everything I can about Saturday night Live… For whatever reason. WHY! I don't know. WHY! I don't know. WHYYYYYYYYYY?! I don't know, Kenan, shut the fuck up! Woah woah woah. Hold the phone. KENAN cries out into the universe inconsolably about his newly entirely totaled Beamer. KEL can't seem to console him, but doesn't really try. He seems preoccupied with twisting up the perfect blunt, licking it from the sidewalk as KENAN, hunched over the crumpled hood and completely totaled vehicle cries out once more, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! There appears to have been a hit-and-run. L E G E N D S Earlier: Well, for… Wait who did I write Flowers for? Bill Hader. That's right. I never found Bill Hader. I was trying to avoid— Oh look, a penny. Aurumph. —oddly enough, I also promised myself a Rick and Morty marathon. Oh, that's right; it was Was I right? I can bet. CHRIS PARNELL seems to have awakened from a very deep sleep. As he lie on his back in the middle of the floor in an unknown room, the location becomes familiar ; he appears to be at Rockerfeller Center— however, not in a usual setting. PARNELL Oh, Jesus Christ… I don't know how I had him and sudakis mixed up. I don't even think they were on the same cast. Also, explain to me why. EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS DUDE: [Apparently Rob Riggle] SHOT ME. Shot— yo, wait. And you said— I'm waiting. He was wearing some kind of cloak . A cloak of invisibility. Everything was hidden besides— whatever he was drinking. He was drinking something . Yes, that is correct, apparently! “Apparently” Apparently! “Apparently” Do you remember what he was drinking. Ah, yes. I remember exactly…apparently. Apparently? Yes, exactly—apparently. It appeared to be a strawberry milkshake. A—a strawberry milkshake . A strawberry milkshake! Exactly! Not apparently? Exactly, apparently! Alright… thanks. -_- Now, where were we with the actual celebrities ! I thought this was a Star-studded cast! We are star studded. Where are they then. The who?! The stars ! The what! The people! You said this movie had real star power! It does! Where! Right here, see ?! At some point I had seen all I thought that I could of one man's price — The thing to pay in response to one great, cosmic ask; And then, like nothing ; I dissappeared, and went away with it all, into my cavern, trapped like a madman; To know so much and yet, nothing at all. Shh. K. Take this. *sighs, but almost silently* Shh. *sighs even more deeply, but even more silently* The Legend of Ascencia Yo. Yo what. Yo what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. It's Skrillex. No, I'm not. Dont tell me— Idiot . You look confused. Do it again. I am— confused. Mortals. Where's deadmau5. I'm not playing deadmau5; These speakers are loud. Play the deadmau5 No, not that. There is it. Aha. See, I found it. —noo. That's better. I'll take it from here. From where. I don't see anything. I don't feel. I don't know anything. I don't say. I lost focus. I go home drunk. I think I called the wrong number. I think I caught a cold on the tour bus. I think I brought the whole road back with me. I think I got more starstruck not watching. I think I ran out of luck— On a four leaf clover. I think I woke up to Conan at Four in the morning Like “top of the morning to ya” And it was too much It was too much. It was too much. Smile. Camera one Camera 3 Run a mile Smile Admire on in 1, 2– Why are we counting up? Somehow my whole world backwards Backend, black tights, Black dress That's right But I don't like rice and my fritters is fried I am fried I am High I guess High I guess High I guess High I guess Hi, I guess. I like his eyes, I guess. Starting to cry I guess, Will ferrel is wild, I guess But why Don't look at the thigh meat I'm high as a kite I guess I just smiled and sung my goodbyes And just stopped trying to try I guess I wasted all my good years On a poor fat boy I wasted all my goo ears on bad songs that Still blow my mind Subliminal messages And as high as I am I still see tides, I guess Whole worlds of oceans and Starting to fly, I guess Yess I'm a bird Fuck this bird All I wanted was water A kite I guess Look, mom, I still cry I guess I digest life by the light and the smiles I get Almost none of them, Retreat to the forest Where I don't see none of them To go downstairs, No hair No make up Ugly girl Black girl Broke girl New York Going downstairs Undressed, Not made up Ugly girl Black girl Nappy girl Fat girl New York Scowl like you mean it Scowl like you mean it Nobody loves be because I'm not famous And no, I don't want you Because you're not famous And no, I don't want you Because you got famous And now I don't want you Because you're too famous Yes Do wah diddy Down by the boardwalk Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

They weren't going to hire me for EDC anyway1- not based off of that mix! But it had been a long week, and a long day, and of all the excuses in the world o had to make, the greatest excuse was this: it just wasn't my best mix( I simply wasn't ready. In fact, my entry was more like a spoof— I hadn't any pictures on my laptop and instead included a photo of my logo; my entry included a bio that was short and direct, vague and said more about my invisible cat than I did me. I didn't include a soundcloud, because I didn't have one, and when it came down to it, I wasn't a fan of the mix; it didn't sound as well as I knew I could do, or even as good as some of my past entries. I was going off the top of my head, with no tracks analyzed to sync—which meant I was wasting valuable playtime selecting tracks, and pitchyhingbthen manually to be exact, which made my mix not sound like me at all. I sounded like an amatur/- and with this being my first on-camera appearance, I certainly was an amatuer. The top of the line technology was foreign to me— and I knew EDC was at a loss; I hadn't handed in my best work or even looked my best, not understanding how fat the camera would make me look. Still, I hadn't even given them the video, and with every bit of my might leading up to the very deadline, I still made a ridiculous effort to hand in something— because it was some thing. I was already on somebody's radar in the DJ world for a very long time— this was my way of showing I was still doing as much as I could to actually catch up to speed with the kids, the hot girl DJ's, and the prostitots who at least could figure out how to analyze and sync their pre-recorded sets and press play on time. My set was janky, and it made it look like I couldn't even do that. But I could. As I had learned by spending that amount of time at the decks, I had actually become quite the technical DJ— little use of effects by choice means that I had precision focused in speed and ability— how many tracks can I get up and down and to stay in line? It was harder than ever without the ability to use sync at all, but I was learning by hand a skill enough DJ's didn't have to make it a skill worth having. Then, there was more I needed not just to learn, but for it to become second nature. For it to be easy to do not just in a room myself, but potentially in front of hundreds and thousands of people. I didn't want to be the average disc jokey. I wanted to play EDC— and not on a little controller on a side stage at 3:30 PM; I was sure I would one day start there, but this year was a wash. I had been thrown off by trying and failing to record the mixed I needed to enter the contest on my birthday and then all that accumulated in the pressure of anxiety, disappointment, and movements I hadn't made in months under the circumstances— for about four days in a row it seemed unlikely that it would happen at all, and when it did, it was at the very last moment, at the literal deadline, with a mix I wasn't particularly proud of and a track which was technically unreleased without using “unlicensed content”— I had selected it in hopes that the judge of the contest, SLANDER might hear something from it. A bass music DJ— and this was bass music, however, with somewhat outdated samples and a rare and very unique technique, I would hope that someone would listen to the track before the mix— and hear something special in it. It was a special song, at least to me— but these people were hard to impress to say the least, still I wanted to at least be on the radar, and I had an Insomniac tattoo that pleaded with me at times to just do whatever it takes. Besides, they had opened up another contest, which meant I had four tracks to present in total— three more tracks and three more mixes, and I was determined that with each passing day I would do better. For now, I was recovering from being out in New York on a rolling basis; my collected self confidence and poise from isolation had dwindled into the rotting core of depression of just being “just another poor black girl in Brooklyn” not an identity I wore on me at all times, but something like a badge that was placed on me by location, and the color of my skin. I hated my apartment, and I hated everything about my circumstances— because it separated me from the other DJs and producers. I wasn't safe, supported, popular, pretty, or well-to-do— and I didn't have the access to thentechnology on a whim, through a friend, or with privelege. Everything I did in the DJ world was a fight, a push, a breakthrough from a world that had no such luxuries— and for the most part, what wasn't going into my music, was going into my mouth. When I wasn't excersising, I was working, and when I wasn't working, I still was. I spent my time writing, and reading, and there was no such thing as a waste of time when I was learning about my predecessors— J.K. Rowling, George Lucas, and even Jim Henson, who I'd learned had made the very first muppet from scratch and by hand! Besides the play on words, I wasn't just a DJ; I was a writer, and a filmmaker, and I was trying to figure out how somehow also I was this strange puppeteer man, coming to the conclusion with the fact that I was also sort of always just obsessed with TV and wanted something to do with it. But I was stamping my foot, and heavily— I didn't just want to be an actor! I didn't just want to be a comedian. And certainly, because it sometimes seemed as if anybody could do it and with the sync button and pre-recorded mixes in mind, any bikini clad hot girl or basic bitch Chad boy could and were very most often DJs—I certainly did not want to nor did I have the choice of being just a DJ, or JUST a producer— because it seemed nothing made sense without being any of the others. But the problem remained that I was still not making any money from anything really worthwhile, and I was sick of subsisting, with the limited choices I had for nutrition and vitamins because of my government subsidies; the foods I wanted were out of reach— the energy sustaining, clean and organically sourced best foods and vitamins were just simply unavailable to people with food stamps, and even on the days I should have felt happiest, I became depressed. How was I going to escape the system— and why was no strawberry flavored vegan protein available to people on EBT?! I was almost a comedian, but lately too depressed to perform. All I wanted was my music world to be real— and it was real— I was doing just about as much as anyone else in the industry was, despite my limitations, and just not getting paid for it. My neighbors banged on the walls when I played music and slammed doors even even I didn't— and when I sang or rapped it sounded like they were slamming things around like they were throwing tantrums and fits. It might have been easy to look past if I were inebriated in some sort of way like most rappers, singers, and performers— but I was stone cold sober. Even in ear plugs, I heard every slam, every bang, every boom— and not to mention the motorcycles and the rest of the idiots outside. It seemed like I was being trapped by an energy that just simply never wanted me to make the best music I knew I could make, and so the best music I knew I could make wasn't going to be in this place. But how would I escape it? IT STARTS NOW. Agh. I promised myself that on my next Instacart subscription I would brush up on my Saturday a Night Live and whatever Which included but wasn't exactly limited to— Seth Meyers, 30 Rock, And almost dreadedly The Tonight Show, starring . Oh look. There he is. What was that dude's name again? Fixed it, You're welcome. What was wrong with it. Just needed some adjustments. Uhh. Wow, I never saw that before. A very strange man has appears to have affixed a giant pair of television antennas to his oddly specific television-shaped house. Hm. Aha, I see… I told you before, Marty. I don't like you hanging out with that old man. He is— — he's strange, Marty! He's strange, Well, maybe I'm strange. I don't think so! Remember this? LORRAINE points at a picture on the refrigerator; Her son, MARTY is clean cut, smiling and well dressed— almost the opposite of his newly adopted Whatever, I just got bored. But mom, he's a genius! Genius my patatootie! Let's not— [The Festival Project ™] Ugh, Mom! —say, “patootie” alright? Especially when I'm watching TV! I can say patootie all I want, especially if it's my patootie! Eww, mom!! Patatootie, patootie, patootie! Alright. I only got two weeks to learn everything I can about Saturday night Live… For whatever reason. WHY! I don't know. WHY! I don't know. WHYYYYYYYYYY?! I don't know, Kenan, shut the fuck up! Woah woah woah. Hold the phone. KENAN cries out into the universe inconsolably about his newly entirely totaled Beamer. KEL can't seem to console him, but doesn't really try. He seems preoccupied with twisting up the perfect blunt, licking it from the sidewalk as KENAN, hunched over the crumpled hood and completely totaled vehicle cries out once more, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! There appears to have been a hit-and-run. L E G E N D S Earlier: Well, for… Wait who did I write Flowers for? Bill Hader. That's right. I never found Bill Hader. I was trying to avoid— Oh look, a penny. Aurumph. —oddly enough, I also promised myself a Rick and Morty marathon. Oh, that's right; it was Was I right? I can bet. CHRIS PARNELL seems to have awakened from a very deep sleep. As he lie on his back in the middle of the floor in an unknown room, the location becomes familiar ; he appears to be at Rockerfeller Center— however, not in a usual setting. PARNELL Oh, Jesus Christ… I don't know how I had him and sudakis mixed up. I don't even think they were on the same cast. Also, explain to me why. EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS DUDE: [Apparently Rob Riggle] SHOT ME. Shot— yo, wait. And you said— I'm waiting. He was wearing some kind of cloak . A cloak of invisibility. Everything was hidden besides— whatever he was drinking. He was drinking something . Yes, that is correct, apparently! “Apparently” Apparently! “Apparently” Do you remember what he was drinking. Ah, yes. I remember exactly…apparently. Apparently? Yes, exactly—apparently. It appeared to be a strawberry milkshake. A—a strawberry milkshake . A strawberry milkshake! Exactly! Not apparently? Exactly, apparently! Alright… thanks. -_- Now, where were we with the actual celebrities ! I thought this was a Star-studded cast! We are star studded. Where are they then. The who?! The stars ! The what! The people! You said this movie had real star power! It does! Where! Right here, see ?! At some point I had seen all I thought that I could of one man's price — The thing to pay in response to one great, cosmic ask; And then, like nothing ; I dissappeared, and went away with it all, into my cavern, trapped like a madman; To know so much and yet, nothing at all. Shh. K. Take this. *sighs, but almost silently* Shh. *sighs even more deeply, but even more silently* The Legend of Ascencia Yo. Yo what. Yo what the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. It's Skrillex. No, I'm not. Dont tell me— Idiot . You look confused. Do it again. I am— confused. Mortals. Where's deadmau5. I'm not playing deadmau5; These speakers are loud. Play the deadmau5 No, not that. There is it. Aha. See, I found it. —noo. That's better. I'll take it from here. From where. I don't see anything. I don't feel. I don't know anything. I don't say. I lost focus. I go home drunk. I think I called the wrong number. I think I caught a cold on the tour bus. I think I brought the whole road back with me. I think I got more starstruck not watching. I think I ran out of luck— On a four leaf clover. I think I woke up to Conan at Four in the morning Like “top of the morning to ya” And it was too much It was too much. It was too much. Smile. Camera one Camera 3 Run a mile Smile Admire on in 1, 2– Why are we counting up? Somehow my whole world backwards Backend, black tights, Black dress That's right But I don't like rice and my fritters is fried I am fried I am High I guess High I guess High I guess High I guess Hi, I guess. I like his eyes, I guess. Starting to cry I guess, Will ferrel is wild, I guess But why Don't look at the thigh meat I'm high as a kite I guess I just smiled and sung my goodbyes And just stopped trying to try I guess I wasted all my good years On a poor fat boy I wasted all my goo ears on bad songs that Still blow my mind Subliminal messages And as high as I am I still see tides, I guess Whole worlds of oceans and Starting to fly, I guess Yess I'm a bird Fuck this bird All I wanted was water A kite I guess Look, mom, I still cry I guess I digest life by the light and the smiles I get Almost none of them, Retreat to the forest Where I don't see none of them To go downstairs, No hair No make up Ugly girl Black girl Broke girl New York Going downstairs Undressed, Not made up Ugly girl Black girl Nappy girl Fat girl New York Scowl like you mean it Scowl like you mean it Nobody loves be because I'm not famous And no, I don't want you Because you're not famous And no, I don't want you Because you got famous And now I don't want you Because you're too famous Yes Do wah diddy Down by the boardwalk Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.™

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Ce 10 avril, Marjorie Hache propose une nouvelle soirée intense, entre figures cultes et pépites alternatives. Garbage ouvre le bal avec son nouveau titre "There's No Fortune In Optimism". Puis, hommage à Albert Hammond Jr, guitariste des Strokes, célébré avec "Old Man" pour ses 45 ans. La Bordelaise Naya Mö séduit avec son univers lo-fi shoegaze, tandis que Scowl continue de faire vibrer l'émission avec "Tonight", tiré de "Are We All Angels", l'album de la semaine. Francis Zégut recommande le trio Helen Jewett avec "Death Of Romance", avant de laisser place à l'élégance psyché des Limiñanas et leur "Faded". La reprise du soir revisite "Girls & Boys" de Blur par les Pet Shop Boys, dans une version dance inattendue. La seconde partie embraye avec PJ Harvey, Last Train, Billy Idol et un live des Chemical Brothers. On retrouve ensuite les jeunes Linda Lindas avec "Void/Don't Think", preuve qu'elles tiennent la distance. En fin d'émission, Sigue Sigue Sputnik, groupe glam cybernétique, secoue les ondes avant les Ting Tings et un extrait du nouvel album de Car Seat Headrest, "The Scholars". Pulp - Spike Island Alice Cooper - School's Out Eels - I Like Birds Keziah Jones - Rythm Is Love Witch Fever - Dead To Me! Otis Redding - Stand By Me Perfume Genius - On The Floor Scowl - B.A.B.E Iron Maiden - Run To The Hills Pink Turns Blue - Stay For The Night Fatboy Slim - Right Here Right Now Wet Leg - Catch These Fists The Specials - Black Skin Blue Eyed Boys Franz Ferdinand - Do You Want To Metallica - Enter Sandman Pogo Car Crash Control - Shallow Time Thin Lizzy - Dancing In The Moonlight Air - Cherry Blossom Girl Cream - White Room (Live At The Royal Albert Hall) Placebo - Song To Say Goodbye Raveonettes The - Observations Kathryn Joseph - Harbour Weezer - My Name Is Jonas The Who - The Good's Gone The Kills - Cheap And Cheerful The Hives - Enough Is Enough Led Zeppelin - When The Leeves Breaks Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

On this week's episode, Jon and Brandon talk about new releases from Skrillex, Rachel Chinouriri, Subtronics, Orbital, Momma, Scowl, Habak and more.Intro Music by Anthony ReederWeekly Rotating Playlist:Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6Df6jM6zR6Ch6vFZ1apLsb?si=35d37221c94c4800YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLYpOZVUGZcU1EZZ5-uXrqe2wKMLB-N2ga&si=PMzKGeEjVsrvQwqXTidal: https://tidal.com/browse/playlist/dc996f8f-b821-4495-b011-57711dd1a93cThis Week's Playlist:Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2Kz4oJNDpwbAzZEa7dvFAv?si=697fdc0820bf434fTimestamps: 00:00 Intro00:19 Coachella Set Time Extravaganza24:24 Singles40:14 EPs45:51 Albums45:55 Skrillex - F*CK U SKRILLEX YOU THINK UR ANDY WARHOL BUT UR NOT!!51:02 Mama - Welcome To My Blue Sky 53:56 Scowl - Are We All Angels58:12 Habak - Mil orquideas en media del desierto

Ce 9 avril, Marjorie Hache propose une nouvelle soirée intense, entre figures cultes et pépites alternatives. Garbage ouvre le bal avec son nouveau titre "There's No Fortune In Optimism". Puis, hommage à Albert Hammond Jr, guitariste des Strokes, célébré avec "Old Man" pour ses 45 ans. La Bordelaise Naya Mö séduit avec son univers lo-fi shoegaze, tandis que Scowl continue de faire vibrer l'émission avec "Tonight", tiré de "Are We All Angels", l'album de la semaine. Francis Zégut recommande le trio Helen Jewett avec "Death Of Romance", avant de laisser place à l'élégance psyché des Limiñanas et leur "Faded". La reprise du soir revisite "Girls & Boys" de Blur par les Pet Shop Boys, dans une version dance inattendue. La seconde partie embraye avec PJ Harvey, Last Train, Billy Idol et un live des Chemical Brothers. On retrouve ensuite les jeunes Linda Lindas avec "Void/Don't Think", preuve qu'elles tiennent la distance. En fin d'émission, Sigue Sigue Sputnik, groupe glam cybernétique, secoue les ondes avant les Ting Tings et un extrait du nouvel album de Car Seat Headrest, "The Scholars". La playlist de l'émission : Garbage - There's No Fortune In Optimism Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child O Mine Albert Hammond Jr - Old Man Herman's Hermits - No Milk Today Naya Mö - Reverb Boy Joy Division - She's Lost Control Phoenix - Tonight Feat Ezra Koenig Scowl - Tonight (I'm Afraid) Aerosmith - Dude (Looks Like A Lady) Helen Jewett - Death Of Romance America - A Horse With No Name The Limiñanas - Faded (Feat. Penny) P.J. Harvey - A Place Called Home Last Train - One By One Billy Idol - Dancing With Myself Queens Of The Stone Age - The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret The Chemical Brothers - Block Rocking Beats (Live At Lowlands Festival) The Doors - Light My Fire Sonic Youth - 100 % The Linda Lindas - Don't Think The Raconteurs - Steady As She Goes Sigue Sigue Sputnik - Twenty First Century Boy The Ting Tings - Shut Up And Let Me Go Car Seat Headrest - Gethsemane Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Good Noise Podcast discuss new releases from Air Drawn Dagger, Knox, Bleed From Within, Thornhill, Scowl, VantaVoid, UnityTX, and more.Grab some GNP Merch!: https://goodnoisepodcast.creator-spring.com/Check out the recording gear we use: https://www.amazon.com/shop/goodnoisepodcastSupport the show on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/goodnoisepodcastGood Noise Podcast Socials:Twitter: https://twitter.com/good_noise_castInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/goodnoisepodcast/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/goodnoisepodDiscord: https://discord.gg/nDAQKwTYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFHKPdUxxe1MaGNWoFtjoJASpotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/04IMtdIrCIvbIr7g6ttZHiAll other streaming platforms: https://linktr.ee/goodnoisepodcastBandcamp: https://goodnoiserecords.bandcamp.com/

Haim comparten otro de los adelantos de su nuevo disco, una canción introspectiva titulada “Everybody’s Trying to Figure Me Out”, que es la favorita de Danielle Haim porque dice que componerla le ha ayudado a superar momentos difíciles. Escuchamos la transformación que The Low Flying Panick Attack han hecho de "Smells Like Teen Spirit", un viaje extremo que fusiona la electrónica, el jungle y el drum and bass pero sin perder la esencia y la intensidad de la original de Nirvana. Suena también la canción que titula el nuevo disco de Scowl, "Are We All Angels", un álbum muy influido precísamente por Nirvana y Hole, entre otas bandas.  BLONDIE - Call MeNAT SIMONS - Big Bang (feat. Anni B Sweet)RUFUS T FIREFLY - La PlazaREPION ft SHEGO - El Día No Me DaBON IVER ft DANIELLE HAIM - If Only I Could WaitHAIM - Everybody's Trying To Figure Me OutL.A. - HealerDjo - Gap Tooth SmileTHE LOW FLIYING PANICK ATTACK - Smells like teen spiritNIRVANA - Come As You AreSCOWL - Are We All AngelsVEINTIUNO - Nuestra parte de nocheMARCOS FRANZ - BesosBANDALOS CHINOS - Comando JuntarCOLECTIVO DA SILVA - Dar DosJUNGLE ft ROOTS MANUVA - You Ain't No CelebrityALCALÁ NORTE - 1000Escuchar audio

Ce 8 avril, Marjorie Hache nous entraîne dans une soirée où se croisent figures cultes et talents actuels. L'émission s'ouvre avec Sparks et leur poignante nouveauté "Drowned In A Sea Of Tears", prélude à leur album "Mad" à paraître en mai. On fête aussi les 47 ans du premier album de The Clash avec "Remote Control", véritable jalon du punk britannique. CMAT bouscule les normes avec "Running / Planning", tandis que Scowl, groupe californien à l'énergie brute, continue de faire vibrer l'antenne avec "Suffer The Fool (How High Are You)", extrait de leur album "Are We All Angels", l'album de la semaine. En recommandation, Francis Zégut met en lumière almosdef avec "Whole Time", et les Viagra Boys préparent leur retour avec un nouvel album, préfiguré par "The Bog Body". La reprise du jour revisite "Who'll Be The Next In Line" des Kinks dans une version signée Françoise Hardy, tout en finesse. La soirée se poursuit avec Tunde Adebimpe et son "God Knows", James Brown et "Living In America", avant un final glam et garage porté par MC5, Rob Zombie, et les normands de GoGo Juice. Un mardi qui groove, crie et pulse, comme seul RTL2 Pop Rock Station sait le faire. La playlist de l'émission : Sparks - Drowned In A Sea Of Tears The Kingsmen - Louie Louie The Clash - Remote Control Smash Mouth - Walkin' On The Sun CMAT - Running Planning Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy Wings The - Live And Let Die Scowl - Suffer The Fool (How High Are You ) Soundgarden - Rusty Cage Almostdef - Whole Time Nirvana - Lithium Viagra Boys - The Bog Body Françoise Hardy - Who'll Be The Next In Line Arcade Fire - Wake Up Miles Kane - Come Closer Tunde Adebimpe - God Knows James Brown - Living In America Lana Del Rey - Born To Die MC5 - Kick Out The Jams ( Live) T.Rex - 20Th Century Boy Rob Zombie - Dragula Gogojuice - Kids Are Not Stupid Katrina And The Waves - Walking On Sunshine Chuck Berry - Back In The U.S.A. Melissa Auf Der Maur - Taste You Brian Auger - Listen Here Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

It's the one where David chats with Eric (vocals) and Nick (bass) of King Thief.This episode also features music from Stateside, You Vandal, Debt Neglector, Glare, Scowl, BE STILL, Pet Symmetry, Midnight Peg, and Vargouille.Their Links:InstagramMerchOUR LINKS:GRAB SOME MERCHTWITTERINSTAGRAMFACEBOOK

Repion estrenan con nosotras la última regrabación de "Entre Todas lo Arreglamos Vol.2", el EP que publican este viernes, 11 de abril. Se trata de "El Día No Me Da", junto a Shego. Escuchamos a los toledanos Mallo con "Otra Cicatriz", segundo avance del ep que saldrá antes de verano, a Lucius con la preciosa "Do It All For You" y a Scowl con "Special", incluida en el disco que acaban de publicar: " Are We All Angels". CARLOS ARES - PáramoCOLECTIVO DA SILVA - Dónde EstaráPARCELS - TieduprightnowMALLO - Otra CicatrizDJO - Basic Being BasicGORILLAZ - Cracker Island (feat. ThundercatMARCOS FRANZ - BesisPAUL MCCARTNEY - Maybe I'm AmazedSCWOL - SpecialLUCIUS - Do It All For YouVEINTIUNO - Medalla de Plata ft. Sebastián LlosaREPION ft SHEGO - El Día No Me DaSHEGO ft AIKO EL GRUPO - Te MataréANABEL LEE & Magüi - Me Cago En El AmorDEPRESIÓN SONORA - Qué Puedo HacerEscuchar audio

C'est parti pour une nouvelle semaine avec un programme riche, entre légendes et nouveaux venus. L'émission démarre avec Fontaines D.C. et leur ode à la jeunesse "It's Amazing To Be Young", puis Marjorie Hache rend hommage à Billie Holiday à l'occasion de l'anniversaire de sa naissance avec "Easy Living", rappelant l'impact de sa voix sur le jazz et la pop. Les titres s'enchaînent avec notamment Max Baby, un jeune talent Français, un Elvis Costello écrit spécialement pour la BO du film "The Big Lebowski" et la recommandation de Francis Zegut : Alligator Ladies avec "Earth Boy". L'album de la semaine, "Are We All Angels" de Scowl, mêle énergie punk et sensibilité 90s, comme en témoigne le percutant "Fleshed Out". The Horrors poursuivent leur exploration urbaine et nocturne avec "More Than Life", inspiré du quartier de Canary Wharf. Enfin, la reprise du jour rend hommage aux Beatles avec un "Yesterday" revisité en profondeur par Ray Charles, dans une version intemporelle. La playlist de l'émission : Fontaines D.C. - It's Amazing To Be Young Gang of Four - Damaged Goods Billie Holiday - Easy Living Johnny Cash - Hurt Max Baby - Nothing Ever Changes Canned Heat - On The Road Again Elvis Costello - My Mood Swings Scowl - Not Hell, Not Heaven AC/DC - For Those About To Rock Alligator Ladies - Earth Boy Fleetwood Mac - Dreams The Horrors - More Than Life Ray Charles - Yesterday Alanis Morissette - Underneath Justice - Helix Sleep Token - Caramel Blondie - Heart Of Glass FFS - Dictator's Son My Chemical Romance - I'm Not Okay (I Promise)(Live At Warped Tour '05) Judas Priest - Breaking The Law Bloodhound Gang - I Hope You Die Sacred Paws - Turn Me Down The Black Keys - Have Love Will Travel Lykke Li - I'm Good, I'm Gone Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll Architects - Blackhole Santa Esmeralda - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Durante esta semana repasamos el nuevo álbum del músico estadounidense al frente de su banda y de la orquesta Stargaze, comentado por él mismo.En el programa de hoy también sonaron nuevas canciones de Rufus T. Firefly, Henko, Agost, Dark Libra, Alabaster DePlume, Scowl, L.A. Witch, Scott Evil y The Hives.Escuchar audio

Scowl's Kat Moss on challenging everything around you, her survival instinct and the necessary pain of moving through experiences. Their new album Are We All Angels arrives 4 April. Support 101 Part Time Jobs from £2 per month: Patreon.com/101parttimejobs Get yourself some top class Shure microphone gear: https://shu.re/3YhV7p2 DistroKid makes music distribution fun and easy with unlimited uploads and artists keeping the ENTIRETY of their revenue. Get 30% off the first year of their service by signing up at https://distrokid.com/vip/101pod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Interview by Kris PetersMusic is a funny beast, especially when it comes to genre classification. It can make you listen to bands expecting a particular sound but getting something vastly different, or it could also put people off listening to bands based on personal taste.Take Santa Cruz outfit Scowl, who are readily labelled as a hardcore band, but in reality offer so much more. Sure, Scowl have hardcore elements in abundance but their music also traverses the realms of - but is not limited to - rock, hard rock, alternative rock and punk as evidenced in their upcoming album Are We All Angels, which is out via Dead Oceans on April 4.Are We All Angels finds the venomous and antagonistic band funnelling their aggression through a more expansive version of themselves. It is an album marked by alienation, grief, and the loss of control. Much of it grapples with their newfound place in the hardcore scene, a community that has both embraced the band and made them something of a lightning rod over the past few years.The band — Malachi Greene (guitar), Bailey Lupo (bass), Cole Gilbert (drums), Mikey Bifolco (guitar), and Kat Moss (vocals) — formed in 2019 and broke out in 2021 with their debut album How Flowers Grow, and have been on a non-stop rise ever since. With 2023's Psychic Dance Routine, Scowl pushed the boundaries of punk, blending aggressive hardcore with lush alternative melodies. But now Are We All Angels pushes those boundaries even more. Vocalist Kat Moss joined HEAVY to tell us more."It's not a hardcore record from a band that is a hardcore band," Moss began when asked to describe the sound on Are We All Angels. "We're a band that has hardcore, or perhaps hardcore people, in the band. And that kind of creates this really beautiful thing where we're just kind of feeling it out as we go in the dark. And that is the reality of songwriting as a whole. It doesn't really matter if it's hardcore or indie music whatever. But it was very freeing."We ask Moss about the title and if the fact there is no question mark at the end means it is more of a statement than a question."It's up to interpretation," she smiled cheekily. "It's something we talked about, and we were intending. It was a complicated conversation because to some degree it was like, let's figure this out. Let's make a decision on a question mark or period or whatever or put the punctuation in, make it something. And we kind of were like, no, we're not going to make it obvious. You get to figure it out for yourself. There isn't really any right or wrong answer there, because it's supposed to be introspective, you know?In the full interview, Kat discussed the creative evolution of Are We All Angels, highlighting a shift from hardcore influences to a broader sound achieved through collaborative songwriting among all band members. HEAVY raised questions about the album's title and its representation in the singles, while Kat emphasized the importance of exploring new ideas to create a distinct and introspective musical experience. Additionally, Kat reflected on Scowl's debut album with new label Bad Ocean, expressing excitement about being part of an indie alternative label while preserving their raw sound.She shared insights into the band's origins as a local hardcore group formed in 2019, underscoring the joy of performing in various venues and her commitment to musical growth, avoiding repetition of past works and more.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/heavy-music-interviews--2687660/support.

Ce 24 mars, Marjorie Hache propose deux heures de son alternatif dans Pop-Rock Station, entre classiques et découvertes. On retrouve The Clash, Jefferson Airplane, R.E.M., mais aussi les Rolling Stones avec "Under My Thumb". Sur le versant des nouveautés, le groupe Sparks ouvre la soirée avec "Jansport Backpack", tandis que les Bordelais de Pogo Car Crash Control frappent fort avec "Shallow Time" et annoncent un concert à la Cigale le 27 novembre. La jeune Naya Mö, originaire de Bordeaux, séduit avec "Reverb Boy", issu de son EP "Dealing with Ghosts". L'album de la semaine est signé The Horrors : "Night Life", un disque qui illustre l'évolution du groupe vers un post-punk teinté d'indus, avec ce soir "Silent Sisters". Le long format est réservé à Tape/Off, groupe australien recommandé par Francis Zégut. On découvre le titre très punk de Scowl "Not Hell, Not Heaven". Enfin, la reprise du jour est signée Corey Taylor et Bad Omens avec "Dust In The Wind", un hommage puissant au groupe Kansas. La playlist de l'émission : Sparks - Jansport Backpack The Rolling Stones - Under My Thumb Sinéad O'connor - Nothing Compares 2 U The Clash - The Guns Of Brixton Naya Mö - Reverb Boy Noir Désir - En route pour la joie Suicidal Tendencies - Monopoly On Sorrow The Horrors - Silent Sister Jefferson Airplane - Somebody To Love Tape/Off - Paris, Texas, Queensland Ramones - Sheena Is A Punk Rocker Scowl - Not Hell, Not Heaven Corey Taylor - Dust In The Wind (Feat. Bad Omens) R.E.M. - Supernatural Superserious The Smashing Pumpkins - Beguild Pogo Car Crash Control - Shallow Time Elvis Presley - Jailhouse Rock Cat Power - Peace And Love Rory Gallagher - Cradle Rock (Irish Tour 74 - Live) Anthrax - Antisocial Pavement - Summer Babe Witch Fever - Dead To Me! Franz Ferdinand - This Is Fffire (Cyberpunk) The Surfaris - Wipe Out Bill Withers - Grandma's Hands Weezer - Say It Ain't So Primal Scream - Settlers Blues Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

This week Alex Stern from The Pomps joins us. Alex breaks down The Pomps new record. We discuss the album's production, lyrics,  music and title. We also talk about Alex's other music ventures and A.I. ska bands. All this and of course Ska News and our Ska Picks of the Week. The Pomps:https://thepomps.bandcamp.com/musicOn The Upbeat:ontheupbeatska.com Ska News….-Half Past TwoOn March 7 Half Past Two released their cover of Shot Down by Scowl. https://open.spotify.com/album/3qFGn7hs88Y6phdBPm7v8Q?si=8NPBmidmSZehsaOHm9sIQA-Age of KidOn Match 7 Age of Kid released a new EP Called You Called Me. https://open.spotify.com/album/0oCTFCaCEQ6o735a3FLIbf?si=yfFY1A9HQdOOGSyTPpyhyQ-Girth Control On March 11th Girth Control released a new EP Called Life's Too Short pt 2. https://open.spotify.com/album/5QVa7hkmpx5Z5Ks4TSSx8S?si=Z38qWu5KSUmAbqQprkC_8wSka News 2025 Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0CLg5HvXyFxP6hQxQi9Qfs?si=fmVCy1bORNGmlle3FA4-uw&pi=u-gkNw56cQRWeaSka Picks of The Week 2025:https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4bzFTOq9JPpWk1KSEg2nqE?si=Dh0zXfgHSeqfVKsYs0HRJw&pi=u-bIgOFTm_QpaGSka News Theme by Lab Brats https://labbrats.bandcamp.comMain Theme by Millington: ⁠https://millingtonband.bandcamp.com/music

Abrimos con el cartel de la nueva fiesta de La Radio Encendida 2025: escuchamos a Melifluo, Anabel Lee y El Nido, tres de los más de 20 grupos que podremos ver en directo el domingo 23 de marzo en La Casa Encendida de Madrid. Además, estrenamos un tercer adelanto del próximo y prometedor álbum de Henko -'Espacio sináptico' apunta a convertirse en uno de los discos más interesantes del año-, y te traemos un nuevo avance del que será el segundo disco de Scowl, una de las nuevas y más potentes bandas de la escena hardcore de Estados Unidos.Playlist:MELIFLUO - CalaveraANABEL LEE - Ven a jugarEL NIDO - Ícaro (feat. David Ruiz)DZ DEATHRAYS - Like No OtherSCOWL - Tonight (I'm Afraid)LINKIN PARK - The Emptiness MachineHAVALINA - Salmo destrucciónHENKO - MapasGYOZA - Inside the LairBRKN LOVE - DiamondsHIGHLY SUSPECT - Plastic BoxesCAR SEAT HEADREST - GethsemaneFOALS - The RunnerMANCHESTER ORCHESTRA - Bed HeadBIFFY CLYRO - A Hunger in Your HauntBLUR - There's No Other WayBLUR - Song 2KITTY, DAISY & LEWIS - Bitchin' in the KitchenTHE LEMON TWIGS - They Don't Know How To Fall In PlaceFINN WOLFHARD - Choose the LatterTEENAGE FANCLUB - Sparky's DreamTY SEGALL - Fanny DogTY SEGALL - Fantastic TombTY SEGALL - Every 1's a WinnerOASIS - Roll with ItEscuchar audio

Arizona Baby celebran el décimo quinto aniversario de "Second to None", su segundo disco con una gira y con una reedición que incluye dos canciones extra, una de ellas, "Shiralee Got Married", la que hoy compartimos en este podcast. Escuchamos "Océano", otro adelanto del próximo disco de los argentinos, Silvestre y La Naranja, al gallego Ronroneo con "Solo Resistiendo Cambiaremos Este Cielo Gris" y a Grande Amore, que hoy publica su tercer álbum "Grande Amore III". RUFUS T FIREFLY - Canción De PazRONRONEO - Solo Resistiendo Cambiaremos Este Cielo GrisSILVESTRE Y LA NARANJA - OcéanoLITTLE SIMZ - FloodLUCIUS - Impressions (ft Madison Cunningham)ARIZONA BABY - Shiralee Got Married (Extra 15 Aniversario)ELTON JOHN & BRANDI CARLILE - Swing For The FencesΣTELLA _Baby Brazil (ft Las Palabras)GIRLPUPPY - Since AprilBILLY NOMATES - The TestWAVVES - So LongFOUNTAINS OF WAYNE - Stacy's MomREPION, TULSA - Vienen De Pasárselo BienSCOWL -Tonight (I’m Afraid)GRANDE AMORE - Lonxe dos HomesEVA RYJLEN - Como Un TornadoHOONINE - Ven a mi Casa Escuchar audio

Marjorie Hache propose deux heures de musique entre rock, indie et pop alternative. Parmi les nouveautés, on découvre les derniers morceaux de Ghost, Scowl et Viagra Boys, avec en ouverture "Heavy Is The Crown" de Linkin Park. L'album de la semaine est signé Architects, véritables parrains du metalcore et fervents défenseurs de Sea Shepherd. Leur nouvel album, "The Sky The Earth And All Between", est à l'honneur avec "Evil Eyes". Côté recommandations, Francis Zégut met en avant les Français de Hangman's Chair avec "Kowloon Lights". La reprise du jour rend hommage à Étienne Daho, revisité par le groupe parisien Shelton avec "Duel au Soleil". Pour le live, Jeff Buckley fait vibrer avec "Grace", enregistré au Cabaret Metro de Chicago en 1995. Enfin, place aux découvertes avec Scowl, dont l'album "Are We All Angels" arrive en avril. La playlist de l'émission : Linkin Park - Heavy Is The Crown The Cardigans - Erase And Rewind The Fall - Mr Pharmacist LCD Soundsystem - Daft Punk Is Playing At My House Ghost - Satanized Aldous Harding - The Barrel James Brown - Papa's Got A Brand New Bag Architects - Evil Eyes Pearl Jam - Alive Hangman's Chair - Kowloon Lights Pink Floyd - Run Like Hell Doves - Cold Dreaming Shelton - Duel Au Soleil The Who - My Generation (RMX 2000) Suo - Annihilated Stray Cats - Runaway Boys The Black Keys - Gold On The Ceiling Jeff Buckley - Grace (Live At Cabaret Metro, Chicago 1995) Black Sabbath - The Wizard Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine Scowl - B.A.B.E Cold War Kids - Louder Than Ever The Beatles - Can't Buy Me Love Blonde Redhead - Equus Alanis Morissette - Hands Clean Viagra Boys - Man Made Of Meat Last Train - I Hate You

Ce 4 mars, Marjorie Hache nous embarque pour deux heures de rock, d'indie et d'explorations pop alternatives. Parmi les classiques, Queen, Judas Priest et les Beastie Boys avec leur emblématique "Fight For Your Right". Côté nouveautés, Architects dévoile "The Sky the Earth and All Between", album de la semaine, avec le titre "Elegy". Scowl et Sharon Van Etten & The Attachment Theory enrichissent aussi la sélection, cette dernière jouant bientôt au Trianon et à Rock en Seine. La reprise du jour nous ramène en 1979 avec The Jam et leur version de "Heatwave". Le live est signé Stager, groupe noise rock de Rouen. Enfin, le long format met en avant The Presidents Of The USA avant de conclure en douceur avec Little River Band. La playlist de l'émission : Franz Ferdinand - Hooked Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right Bobby Womack - Across 110Th Street Dropkick Murphys - Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya Sharon Van Etten & The Attachment Theory - Trouble Donovan - Mellow Yellow Eiffel - J'ai Pousse Trop Vite Architects - Elegy Queen - Fat Bottomed Girl Banks - Love Is Unkind Green Day - Still Breathing Judas Priest - Breaking The Law Scowl - Not Hell The Jam - Heatwave New Order - Crystal The Prodigy - Omen Heartworms - Warplane The Rolling Stones - Ruby Tuesday Body Count - Born Dead Secret Girls - Stager (Live Session Cm Stager) Joan Baez - House Of The Rising Sun Suicidal Tendencies - You Can't Bring Me Down Vundabar - Spades Alice Cooper - Poison Psycho-Surgeons - Horizontal Action Presidents Of The USA - Peaches Little River Band - Its A Long Way There

Episode 140 Notes: As I look through this podcast, I see the secret theme is BUNNIES. Also we talk about Scowl, Sweat, Lambrini Girls, and Delivery (which (oops) we mistaking refer to as “Force Majeure”) Songs Featured in Episode 140: “Errors” – Sweat (Who Do You Think You Are) “Like a Million Bucks” – Delivery (Force Majeure) “No Homo” – Lambrini Girls

Good Noise Podcast discuss new releases from Hands Like Houses, Winona Fighter, Haunted Mouths, Lacuna Coil, Windwaker, Scowl, and more.Grab some GNP Merch!: https://goodnoisepodcast.creator-spring.com/Check out the recording gear we use: https://www.amazon.com/shop/goodnoisepodcastSupport the show on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/goodnoisepodcastGood Noise Podcast Socials:Twitter: https://twitter.com/good_noise_castInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/goodnoisepodcast/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/goodnoisepodDiscord: https://discord.gg/nDAQKwTYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFHKPdUxxe1MaGNWoFtjoJASpotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/04IMtdIrCIvbIr7g6ttZHiAll other streaming platforms: https://linktr.ee/goodnoisepodcastBandcamp: https://goodnoiserecords.bandcamp.com/

This week Jeremy welcomes back Kat Moss from the band Scowl. On this episode, Jeremy and Kat talk being homesick, being toursick, Compact Discs, Ethel Cain, merchandising, music production, Operation Ivy, recording the new Scowl album "Are We All Angels", and so much more! SUBSCRIBE TO THE PATREON for a bonus episode where Kat answered questions that were submitted by subscribers! Follow the show on INSTAGRAM and The Website Formerly Known as Twitter

Click to Subscribe: https://bit.ly/Youtube-Subscribe-SoapDirt The Bold and the Beautiful 2-week spoilers for February 10-21, 2025 see key characters Ridge Forrester (Thorsten Kaye) and Eric Forrester (John McCook) are embroiled in a dispute over Forrester Creations, while Poppy Nozawa (Romy Park) remains in a state of fear. Finn (Tanner Novlan) struggles to break the news to Steffy Forrester (Jacqueline MacInnes Wood) about his relationship with Luna Nozawa (Lisa Yamada), as well as his paternity. Matters get complicated as Brooke Logan (Katherine Kelly Lang) makes a veiled threat, implying her willingness to fight for her relationship with Ridge, despite his evident loyalty to Taylor Hayes (Rebecca Budig). Hope Logan (Annika Noelle) finds herself in a tough spot, as Carter Walton (Lawrence Saint-Victor) deals with guilt over their recent actions on the CBS soap opera.  Spoilers for Bold and Beautiful see tensions rise as Steffy reflects on the trials she and Finn have faced, particularly due to Luna and Sheila Carter (Kimberlin Brown). Finn is thrown off by revelations from his mother, Li Finnegan (Naomi Matsuda), about his relationship with Poppy. As the week progresses, Poppy finds herself seeking help from Bill Spencer (Don Diamont), while Luna attempts to send a message to Poppy via Bill. Brooke's suspicions grow as she witnesses Daphne Rose (Murielle Hilaire) interacting closely with Carter and Steffy, leading to a heart-to-heart between Ridge and Eric about their family business.  B&B spoilers see as Valentine's Day approaches, Ivy Forrester's (Ashleigh Brewer) jewelry line launch brings excitement, even as drama unfolds in the boardroom. Amidst all this, the romance between Will Spencer (Crew Morrow) and Electra Forrester (Laneya Grace) intensifies. Fans can expect the return of Dick Christie as Charlie Webber, and Remy Price (Christian Weissmann) with his obsession for Electra. Finally, the mystery surrounding Luna's parentage is set to unravel, while Brooke's pressure on Carter intensifies, and Taylor and Ridge's bond deepens the weeks of 2/10-2/21, 2025. Visit our Bold and the Beautiful section of Soap Dirt: https://soapdirt.com/category/bold-and-the-beautiful/ Listen to our Podcasts: https://soapdirt.podbean.com/ Check out our always up-to-date Bold and the Beautiful Spoilers page at:  https://soapdirt.com/bold-and-the-beautiful-spoilers/ Check Out our Social Media... Twitter: https://twitter.com/SoapDirtTV Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SoapDirt Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/soapdirt/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@soapdirt Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/soapdirt/

Marjorie Hache propose deux heures de pop et de rock alternatif sur RTL2. Parmi les classiques du jour, on retrouve les Rolling Stones, The Black Keys et Carole King avec "Tapestry", un album majeur célébré pour son anniversaire. Du côté des nouveautés, Heartworms dévoile "Glutton for Punishment", notre album de la semaine, avec un son post-punk envoûtant. On découvre aussi Scowl, qui mêle metal et punk californien, et Mogwai, de retour avec "The Bad Fire". La reprise du jour revisite "Que Sera Sera", interprétée en version funk par Sly and The Family Stone en 1973. Le live est assuré par Archive avec "Pulse", enregistré au Zénith de Paris en 2007. Enfin, l'émission met en avant Sunny War, une artiste au son folk contrastant avec ses influences punk, qui prépare son nouvel album "Armageddon in a Summer Dress". La playlist de l'émission : Sparks - Do Things My Own Way Queens Of The Stone Age - The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret Carole King - Its Too Late Moby - James Bond Theme My Morning Jacket - Time Waited The Black Keys - Tighten Up The Doors - People Are Strange Heartworms - Jacked The Rolling Stones - Fool To Cry Stick To Your Guns - Keep Planting Flowers The Who - Baba O'Riley Mogwai - Fanzine Made Of Flesh Sly & The Family Stone - Que Sera, Sera PJ Harvey - The Wheel Last Train - The Plan David Bowie - Space Oddity Electric Six - Gay Bar Archive - Pulse (Live Paris Zenith) Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale Suicidal Tendencies - How Will I Laugh Tomorrow Sunny War - Cry Baby The Beatles - A Hard Day's Night Black Randy & The Metrosquad - Sperm Bank Baby Barenaked Ladies - One Week Scowl - Not Hell Doves - There Goes The Fear

Estábamos deseando escuchar contigo lo nuevo de Grande Amore, un pelotazo perfecto para pogos, “ Ontes fun moi malo”, una adaptación de Turbo Negro que se encarga de inaugurar “Grande Amore III”, su nuevo disco. Te adelantamos “Desastre”, otra de las canciones del debut que Trashi publican mañana y finalizamos con Shygirl junto a. Isabella Lovestory y PinkPantheress y “True Religion” ZAHARA - Quien DijoIVÁN FERREIRO - En El AlhambreVEINTIUNO - Perder Los ModalesLOVE OF LESBIAN ft LEIVA - La Champions y El MundialLEIVA - Ángulo MuertoDERBY MOTORETA'S BURRITO KACHIMBA - La FuenteGRANDE AMORE - Ontes fun moi maloMOTÖRHEAD - Ace Of SpaceCRISTALINO - Pez DoradoTRASHI - DesastrePELIGRO! - Los Malos MuerenSCOWL - Not Hell, Not HeavenMARLON WILIAMS - Aua Atu RaDEPEDRO - Ojalá el Amor Nos SalveSEXY ZEBRAS - MarisolSHYGIRL - True Religion ft. Isabella Lovestory & PinkPantheressCANTEO! - BocarribaEscuchar audio

Peligro! Publican este viernes "Los Malos Mueren", su nuevo disco, y estrenan en este podcast el último adelanto y la canción que da título a ese trabajo. Cristalino, desde Granada, nominado al Goya como Mejor Actor Revelación por su interpretación del guitarrista de la banda inspirada en Los Planetas, en la película "Segundo Premio", es nuestra portada de hoy, con La Vida En Marte, canción incluida en el EP que publica hoy. Aparte, escuchamos al neozelandés Marlon Williams con una canción preciosa, interpretada en lengua maorí, "Aua Atu Ra" y a los californianos Scowl con "Not Hell, Not Heaven".  CRISTALINO - La Vida En MarteCANTEO! - BocarribaALIZZZ - Mirando al TechoCOURTING - After YouMARLON WILIAMS - Aua Atu RaGALACTIC & IRMA THOMAS - Lady LibertyDERBY MOTORETA'S BURRITO KACHIMBA - El ChincheYOUR GRANDPARENTS -The DialJPEGMAFIA - PROTECT THE CROSSSCOWL - Not Hell, Not HeavenLEIVA - Ángulo MuertoSEXY ZEBRAS - MarisolJD McPHERSON - Rock and RollLA BIEN QUERIDA - Podría haber sidoTHE WOMBATS - Can't Say NoPELIGRO! - Los Malos MuerenCAROLINA DURANTE - Joderse la VidaEscuchar audio

Ce 12 décembre, Marjorie Hache orchestre deux heures où la soul de Sam and Dave, la folie d'Ozzy Osbourne et l'énergie de Pantera côtoient la finesse de PJ Harvey, la nostalgie de The Doors ou la singularité de Jake Bugg. Pour les nouveautés, The Cure amorce l'émission avec un extrait de son dernier album, Orla Gartland se fait remarquer aux côtés de Declan McKenna, Scowl libère un punk hardcore puissant et Walter Astral propose une balade pop psyché mystérieuse. Le live est assuré par Koko Mo, tandis que la reprise de la soirée voit les White Stripes s'emparer du "Conquest" des années 50, ajoutant une touche rétro à cette édition de Pop-Rock Station où chaque titre raconte sa propre histoire. La playlist de l'émission : The Cure - A Fragile Thing The Stranglers - No More Heroes The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony Sam & Dave - Soul Man Orla Gartland - Late To The Party (Feat. Declan Mckenna) Muse - Psycho The Who - Magic Bus Father John Misty - Josh Tillman And The Accidental Dose Mitski - Me And My Husband Detroit - Oh Non Non Non Ozzy Osbourne - Mr. Crowley Scowl - Special The White Stripes - Conquest PJ Harvey - Down By The Water Jake Bugg - Zombieland The Doors - Alabama Song (Whisky Bar) Beirut - Nantes Ko Ko Mo - Need Some Mo' (Prs Live 230223) Judas Priest - Breaking The Law Le Tigre - Deceptacon Walter Astral - C'est Exquis Lovin' Spoonful - Summer In The City Pantera - This Love The Hentchmen - Psycho Daisies Linkin Park - Papercut Kid Kapichi - Get Down Royskopp - The Night (Feat. Alison Goldfrapp)

Almost a month after the general election, Butte County's election results are now official. Also, Redding's more than 200 mile trail system provides a great opportunity for winter recreation, and the band Scowl will perform in Chico ahead of their North American tour.

Tom O'Mahony (@gotitatguineys, Beneath the Skin, Lions Led By Donkeys) joins Josiah and Josh to discuss hardcore as a genre and a social movement. They do a crash course of the history of the genre and talk about why it rules.Shout out to Bobby: @OnlyOnTuesday_s on Twitter, @OnlyOnTuesdays.bsky.social on BlueskyShout out to KenoShout out to Budang and EstorvoFollow today's guest on Twitter @gotitatguineys and Bluesky @gotitatguineys.bsky.socialListen to Lions Led By Donkeys and Beneath the SkinBecome a Fruitless Patron here: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=11922141Check out Fruitless on YouTubeFind more of Josiah's work: https://linktr.ee/josiahwsuttonFollow Josiah on Twitter @josiahwsuttonReferencesFruitless Hardcore, Spotify Playlist, https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1Q2MsG0mnlbyUqYxjZBNDt?si=682394de27ba496fJapanese Hardcore Mosh Style 2, YouTube, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jpj8byiYeW8[hate5six] Red Scare - May 23, 2015, 12:50, YouTube https://youtu.be/Xt2wr3N_QfQ?si=D07aSb6CqoNj9ssB&t=770Audio creditsKeep It Moving - TurnstileYesterday – bloom.We Want the Truth - Sick of It AllVictim in Pain - Agnostic FrontLife is Pain - MerauderFirestorm / Forged in the Flames - Earth CrisisI Will Be Heard - HatebreedTower of Snakes - Eighteen VisionsBelieve - Trapped Under IceScrambled - Harms Way"[hate5six] Red Scare - May 23, 2015," 12:50, https://youtu.be/Xt2wr3N_QfQ?si=D07aSb6CqoNj9ssB&t=770The End of Love - Twitching TonguesE. P. T. S. - GulchBlinding Ignorance - TortureCerimônia - Budang ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Parmi les morceaux emblématiques que Marjorie Hache nous propose ce 13 novembre dans RTL2 Pop-Rock Station on retrouve Led Zeppelin et The Kingsmen qui rappellent les grandes heures du rock, tandis que pour les nouveautés on écoute Franz Ferdinand qui marque un retour attendu avec "Audacious", avant leur concert à Paris en février 2025, et Last Train et Scowl apportent fraîcheur et énergie. L'album de la semaine est "Songs Of A Lost World" de The Cure, dont "All I Ever Am" évoque l'introspection propre au goth rock. En live, Metallica interprète "Master of Puppets", un moment puissant enregistré à San Francisco. Et pour la reprise, Kelly Osbourne revisite "Papa Don't Preach" de Madonna dans une version fuzz. La playlist de l'émission : Franz Ferdinand - Audacious The Kingsme - Louie Louie Led Zeppelin - The Song Remains The Same Feist - Mushaboom Fat Dog - Wither Limp Bizkit - Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle) Kiss - Rock And Roll Hell (2022 Remaster) The Cure - All I Ever Am Gossip - Standing In The Way Of Control Meryl Streek - Murder Pearl Jam - Alive Ultra Vomit - Doigts De Metal Kelly Osbourne - Papa Don't Preach The Strokes - Juicebox Black Veil Brides - Bleeders Janis Joplin - Cry Baby Metallica - Master Of Puppets (Live San Francisco Symphony) Lou Reed - Perfect Day Body Count - Body Count Last Train - The Plan Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop Sonic Youth - Mildred Pierce The B-52's - 52 Girls The White Stripes - Icky Thump Scowl - Special Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Jubilee Street

Le 7 novembre, Alexis, qui remplace Marjorie Hache toute la semakne, nous offre un savant mélange de classiques et de nouveautés. On retrouve pour les classiques, The Cure avec "A Fragile Thing", Cream, Marvin Gaye et Tammi Terrell avec "Ain't No Mountain Enough", The Clash avec "The Guns of Brixton" et Tom Waits avec "Clap Hands". Parmi les nouveautés, Lorde en duo avec Charli XCX sur "Girl So Confusing", Villagers avec "Mountain Out of a Molehill", Goat avec "Goatbrain", Mitski avec "Washing Machine Heart", Ultra Vomit avec "Doigts de Metal", Surf Curse avec "Disco" et Scowl avec "Special". L'album de la semaine est "The Night The Zombies Came" des Pixies, dont on découvre "Ernest Evans". Le live de la soirée est assuré par Fall Out Boy reprenant "Beat It" de Michael Jackson en 2007 à Phoenix. Le long format nous est offert par Oasis avec "All Around the World", annonçant leur retour sur scène en juillet 2025.

Ce 29 octobre, Marjorie Hache nous offre un mix éclectique entre classiques et nouveautés. Côté classiques, The Who avec "My Generation" pour ses 59 ans, Tom Petty avec "Learning To Fly", Muse avec un morceau de "Black Holes and Revelations" en écho au "Telstar" des Tornados, et Lynyrd Skynyrd avec "Simple Man". Côté nouveautés, "Bleeders" de Black Veil Brides, "Do Something" d'Adult DVD, "Diamond In The Dirt" de Beasto Blanco, "Big Dick Energy" des Lambrini Girls, et Scowl. L'album de la semaine est celui d'Amyl And The Sniffers avec "It's Mine", abordant la crise climatique et la critique des réseaux sociaux. Le live est "Demolition Man" de Sting enregistré en 1985. La reprise est "Sorry Angel" de Serge Gainsbourg, revisité par Jane Birkin et Franz Ferdinand. Le long format est "A Fragile Thing" extrait du nouvel album de The Cure "Song Of A Lost World". La playlist de l'émission : The Cure - A Fragile Thing Tom Petty - Learning To Fly The Who - My Generation Beth Ditto - Fire Black Veil Brides - Bleeders Dire Straits - Six Blade Knife Muse - Knights Of Cydonia Amyl And The Sniffers - It's Mine The Trashmen - Surfin' Bird Beasto Blanco - Diamond In The Dirt Love - Everybody's Gotta Live (Version Uncut) Scowl - Special Franz Ferdinand & Jane Birkin - A Song For Sorry Angel The Hives - Tick Tick Boom Gorillaz - Dare Adult Dvd - Do Something The Beatles - Yellow Submarine First Aid Kit - The Lion's Roar Sting - Demolition Man (Bring On The Night- Live) Suede - So Young (Remastered) Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man Lambrini Girls - Big Dick Energy Madness - One Step Beyond The Chalets - Nightrocker Barenaked Ladies - One Week Fontaines D.C. - In The Modern World Declan Mckenna - Champagne

Ce 21 octobre, Marjorie Hache nous offre un mix parfait entre classiques et nouveautés. Côté classiques, The Smashing Pumpkins avec "Tonight, Tonight" et Joni Mitchell avec "Conversation" . Côté nouveautés, "Special" de Scowl, un titre produit par Will Yip, et Neck Breaker, un groupe de death metal danois envoie du lourd avec "Shackled To A Corpse". L'album de la semaine est "Clouds In The Sky", de Porridge Radio avec le titre "Anybody". Le live avec The Offspring et leur "Want You Bad", enregistré en juin dernier à Nîmes. Le long format de la soirée est A Fragile Thing extrait de "Song Of A Lost World" l'album très attendu de The Cure, leur premier en 16 ans. La reprise du jour est le titre culte "Karma Police" de Radiohead, revisité par Pierce the Veil. Également dans la playlist de l'émission : Léonard Cohen - You Want It Darker Nilufer Yanya - Mutations Fontaines D.C. - In The Modern World Royal Blood - Out Of The Black

This week Sam and Marcos breakdown the new Terrifier inspired single from Ice Nine Kills, talk Bad Omens, Poppy, and Wage War submitting for Grammy consideration, Green Day dropping a toothbrush that plays Dookie, The All-American Rejects dropping off When We Were Young Festival for reasons, plus new music from Make Them Suffer, Memphis May Fire, Scowl, and lots more! News: Bad Omens, Poppy, Wage War, The All-American Rejects, Bring Me The Horizon and more starting at (02:19). New Music: Ice Nine Kills, Make Them Suffer, Memphis May Fire, Scowl, Ocean Grove and more starting at (38:21). Review: Seven Hours After Violet starting at (1:29:35) What We've Been Listening To: Balance And Composure, Trash Boat, Fever 333, 156/Silence, and Crucifiction starting at (1:44:13).  Become a Patron to gain early access and exclusive benefits! Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Sotspodcast Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0jp0fpudUz7gvu0SFaXhK3?si=6cddbd5b63564c9a Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@sotspodcastYT Discord: https://discord.com/invite/3egU3Dk Merch: https://www.sotspodcast.com/merch Twitter: https://twitter.com/SOTSPodcast Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sotspodcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sotspodcast TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@sotspodcast 

The Cure acaban de compartir "A Fragile Thing", nuevo adelanto de su próximo disco y una canción conmovedora. Maika Makovski regresa, después de tres años con la sensual Hunch Of The Century" y Love Of Lesbian sacan su último avance, antes de la publicación de "Ejército de Salvación": "La Champions y El Mundial ", junto a Leiva.  THE CURE - A Fragile ThingDORIAN & VIVA SUECA - Lo Que Recuerdo de TiVIVA SUECIA - La Voz Del Presidente (DJ Nano Remix)KIM DEAL - A Good TimeTHE BREEDERS - CannonballCOURTNEY BARNETT- Pedestrian At BestSLEATER - KINNEY - This TimeMAIKA MAKOVSKI - Hunch Of The CenturyLEÓN BENAVENTE - Baile existencialistaSCOWL – SpecialLOVE OF LESBIAN ft LEIVA - La Champions y El Mundial BASIA BULAT - BabyTHE WOMBATS - Sorry I'm Late, I Didn't Want To ComeNAKED FAMILY - Tú y yoLA TEXANA - TercoEscuchar audio

"Lo Que Recuerdo de Ti" es el cuarto adelanto de "Futuros Imposibles", el disco que Dorian publica el 25 de octubre, y llega con la colaboración de Rafa Val, de Viva Suecia. Nos hacemos eco del 30º aniversario del Blue Album, de Weezer y escuchamos el nuevo sencillo de Kim Deal para su debut en solitario, la carta de presentación del próximo trabajo de Basia Bulat, de la emotiva "This Time" de Sleater-Kinney para la reedición de lujo de "Little Rope" y escuchamos a Naked Family con "Tú y yo".  WEEZER - No One ElseWEEZER - Here Comes My GirlJAKE BUGG - Waiting For The WorldSLEATER - KINNEY - This TimeKIM DEAL - A Good TimeSCOWL – SpecialBASIA BULAT - BabyFCUKERS - I Don't WannaNAKED FAMILY - Tú y yoLOVE OF LESBIAN ft AMARAL - ¿Qué vas a saber?DORIAN & VIVA SUECA - Lo Que Recuerdo de TiLEÓN BENAVENTE - Su VersoHINDS - BatsLA TEXANA - TercoBLUR - Girls and BoysNILÜFER YANYA - Made Out Of MemoryTHE BLACK KEYS - Mi tormenta (feat. Danny Lux)Escuchar audio

Episode 158 Sam James Velde of Future Management and much more According to my brother Mexi Mike, Sam Velde may be the Forrest Gump of the Hardcore scene. He happened to be at many great moments throughout the last 4 decades. He also takes all that he has gleaned and put it into his current focus as a manager for Scowl and partner with Ricky Singh of Future Management. His journey is a great one and a fun story he got to retell. www.instagram.com/samjamesvelde Opening Track Of The Episode Trail Of Life "Only The Strong"