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Post by mrose on Dec 13, 2018 17:04:17 GMT -5
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Post by mrose on Dec 13, 2018 17:02:41 GMT -5
Hearing him sing Cast No Shadow, and doing it well, has made up for these past few shitty weeks. Incredible!
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Post by mrose on Dec 13, 2018 16:48:04 GMT -5
Clip of cast no shadow on miles Kane insta stories
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Post by mrose on Dec 13, 2018 16:07:08 GMT -5
on which social media platform was this post please Na, it’ll be an album of pics on insta. Yeah they initially said album then clarified on twitter saying it would be a photo album, massive shame. I got really excited lol
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Post by mrose on Dec 13, 2018 15:52:20 GMT -5
found where I saw it!
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Post by mrose on Dec 13, 2018 15:38:21 GMT -5
Shelter commented on one of their posts saying they’ll be releasing an album of his gig tonight, tomorrow!
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Post by mrose on Dec 13, 2018 14:39:42 GMT -5
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Post by mrose on Dec 13, 2018 14:38:55 GMT -5
He’s playing CNS, Never wanna be like you, champagne supernova, soul love Rockin chair, Chinatown, I’m outta time! , whoever’s going to this is so lucky !
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Post by mrose on Dec 13, 2018 13:56:14 GMT -5
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Post by mrose on Dec 6, 2018 13:22:13 GMT -5
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Post by mrose on Dec 3, 2018 16:02:39 GMT -5
Not to be negative, as this is amazing, but didn’t he go on a whole rant about how it’s undignified to play shows like this? I also think it’s a little contradictory to have the dmas as support since he said he thought they were shit (something along those lines). However, I’m sure it’ll be a great show regardless, I wonder if he’ll include more oasis songs or if it’ll just be the same set he’s been playing.
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Post by mrose on Nov 29, 2018 19:15:15 GMT -5
I get slightly annoyed when I see people on twitter asking Liam to sort out their Pretty Green order if it goes wrong (I get that he’s the face of the brand, but he doesn’t have much to do with it anymore). It’s not like Liam’s going to log into PG’s locator/order system and personally issue you a refund and an apologetic e-mail
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Post by mrose on Nov 26, 2018 22:46:47 GMT -5
Finally saw Bohemian Rhapsody and it was better than I thought it would be !
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Post by mrose on Nov 24, 2018 11:51:13 GMT -5
Oh yeah! I saw this and meant to post. It was really interesting, thanks!
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Post by mrose on Nov 14, 2018 7:43:21 GMT -5
I had the weirdest dream about Noel last night.. I dreamt that I went to one of his concerts, and instead of doing his usual All You Need is Love as his last song, he just walks off stage. Everyone around me is super upset, but then all of a sudden the lights change and he comes running back on stage with the band. He’s wearing that orange parka that Liam wore to the One Love Manchester concert, and a massive banner drops that says As You Were. Noel begins to mock Liam by singing over and over “what have you done to my rock n roll”. Noel’s making his voice squeak and crack, then doing that Kermit-y thing Liam use to do, and the crowd’s going wild. He also has a black electric guitar and every now and again he plays it, but badly. Noel and the crowd were having the time of their lives, and I was the only one who seemed to be really confused.
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Post by mrose on Nov 8, 2018 8:33:38 GMT -5
For anyone interested in Liam’s house or architecture: I remember following Locksley Architects on Instagram after they posted an article with them doing Liam’s house, they’ve posted a a peak on what Liam’s garden looks like https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp65xDNghYz
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Post by mrose on Nov 4, 2018 9:27:38 GMT -5
I went with my mum to see Elton John tonight. Can’t say it was worth 300$ for a ticket. A bit underwhelming. 300?!!!! Are you serious?! Paul McCartney was less than half of that. Yeah! We got them late so I'm not sure what they were, but we got them and they were $268 each with $36 booking fees, fucking ridiculous for an oap, he couldn't even finish his sentences. My mum thought she loved him, but she only knew the big songs so it was a bit of a waste lol. He sung Candle in the Wind and Rocket Man so she was happy. I tried to get my family to go see Paul McCartney when he came to Cleveland, but they all said it wouldn't be worth it, should have gone by myself.
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Post by mrose on Nov 3, 2018 22:22:38 GMT -5
I went with my mum to see Elton John tonight. Can’t say it was worth 300$ for a ticket. A bit underwhelming.
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Post by mrose on Nov 1, 2018 13:20:19 GMT -5
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Post by mrose on Oct 31, 2018 20:41:39 GMT -5
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Post by mrose on Oct 26, 2018 17:34:15 GMT -5
This Chris O'Dowd is such a wanker!! Who ever thought it was a good idea to have him on on a programme like this??? yeah the “lets put the humour in tumour” was a bit insensitive on the night
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Post by mrose on Oct 25, 2018 21:03:53 GMT -5
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Post by mrose on Oct 25, 2018 14:27:32 GMT -5
I mean it's fine...really repetitive and maybe goes on a little too long. It's just fine to me, far better however than anything Ashcroft has released this year.
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Post by mrose on Oct 23, 2018 21:09:16 GMT -5
This review from Pitchfork is pretty harsh. I'm not a fan of Greta Van Fleet, but it's like he got more wound up as he was writing lol.
Greta Van Fleet Anthem of the Peaceful Army 1.6 by Jeremy D. Larson
The debut from the young Michigan rock band is stiff, hackneyed, overly precious retro-fetishism.
Greta Van Fleet sound like they did weed exactly once, called the cops, and tried to record a Led Zeppelin album before they arrested themselves. The poor kids from Frankenmuth, Michigan don’t even realize they’re more of an algorithmic fever dream than an actual rock band. While they’re selling out shows all over the world, somewhere in a boardroom, a half-dozen people are figuring out just how, exactly, Jimmy Page and Robert Plant are supposed to fit into the SUV with the rest of the Greta Van Fleet boys on “Carpool Karaoke.”
Just look at this photo: Brothers Jake and Sam Kiszka, on guitar and bass, are both wearing hippie costumes they 3D-printed off the internet. The singer, the wretched and caterwauling third brother, Josh, is in dangly feather earrings and vinyl pants, like he was dressed by a problematic Santa Fe palm-reader with a gift certificate to Chico’s. It’s a costume—Greta Van Fleet is all costume. And if things that look like another thing is your thing, get ready to throw your lighters up for a band whose guiding principle seems to be reading the worst Grand Funk Railroad songs as if they were a religious text.
Though their debut album, Anthem of the Peaceful Army, sounds like a bona fide classic rock record—with its fuzzy bass, electric sitar solos, and lyrics featuring the kind of self-actualized transcendence brought on by a few too many multivitamins—it is not actually classic rock. They are a new kind of vampiric band who’s there to catch the runoff of original classic rock using streaming services’ data-driven business model. Greta Van Fleet exist to be swallowed into the algorithm’s churn and rack up plays, of which they already have hundreds of millions. They make music that sounds exactly like Led Zeppelin and demand very little other than forgetting how good Led Zeppelin often were.
It’s possible to be an exceptional classic rock vampire act but it requires something more than the major label money and vaguely Native American accoutrements. It’s why Greta Van Fleet can’t compete with, say, the Darkness circa 2003’s “I Believe in a Thing Called Love.” The Darkness—who aped big rock warhorses like Queen and Aerosmith and Van Halen—were so outrageous that they had to be credulous. They had a song that went, “Get your hands off of my woman, mother fucker” and did a power metal cover of Radiohead’s “Street Spirit (Fade Out).” Who would do such garish things? They dared you, tongue in cheek, to take this impossibly foolish thing very seriously.
Greta Van Fleet do no such thing. They care so deeply and are so precious with their half-baked boomer fetishism, they mollycoddled every impulse of late-’60s rock‘n’roll into an interminable 49-minute drag. Each song here could be written or played by any of a thousand classic rock cover bands that have standing gigs at sports bars and biker joints across America (the same venues where Greta Van Fleet cut their teeth when they were kids). So why should Greta Van Fleet be the ones signed to Republic and William Morris, because they don’t have bald spots yet? Tons of people in those cover bands play their instruments better than Greta Van Fleet, who are, currently, proficient at best. No one in this band offers anything in the way of personality that doesn’t sound like your average YouTube tutorial for a Jimmy Page-type pentatonic solo or a John Bonham-type shuffle.
And at least Zeppelin knew to separate their sweet-lady-I’m-horny songs from their howling-about-literary-fantasy songs. Hilariously, Greta Van Fleet combine them into one on “The Cold Wind,” where the narrator (who is dying) begs his “sweet mama” to take the family ox (I guess) to town to sell it, when, mid-ox-transaction, this happens: “The Yankee peddler bargains with you on his way/Whoa sweet mama’s gotten herself a new dress.”
That’s funny, but it’s not supposed to be funny, because Greta Van Fleet do not possess self-awareness—at all. When asked about a characteristically ugh lyric (“All my brothers who stand up/For the peace of the land”), Jake responded, in part, “I guess it’s subject to interpretation. But I think the initial idea with that was that, as brothers, we stand for the peace of land. And that was for the good of the Earth, and for man.” Ignoring that this is basically a gag in Spinal Tap, a much better answer that would speak to the spirit of the music they are trying to capture would be: “I don’t know, who gives a shit.”
What they lack in self-awareness they more than make up for in rigid self-consciousness, failing to make any fun or campy choices to lift these songs out of a morass of the worst impulses of Rush and Cream. The back half of the album alternates between the ignorable and unforgivable, from what is (a somewhat fun stomper “Mountain of the Sun”) to what should never be: “The New Day” features Josh singing about watching a child grow in a garden, seeing her bloom so she can “be a woman soon.” None of this lysergic-sexual thinking is within the band’s grasp, they are just swatting at crusty platitudes and copy-pasting old mythos hoping no one notices that they are too small, too inept to even put forth one meaningful, specific, original idea.
But for as retro as Anthem of the Peaceful Army may seem, in actuality, it is the future. It’s proof of concept that in the streaming and algorithm economy, a band doesn’t need to really capture the past, it just needs to come close enough so that a computer can assign it to its definite article. The more unique it sounds, the less chance it has to be placed alongside what you already love. So when the Greta Van Fleet of your favorite artist finally lands on your morning playlist, spark up a bowl of nostalgia and enjoy the self-satisfied buzz of recognizing something you already know. It’s the cheapest high in music.
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Post by mrose on Oct 20, 2018 8:03:17 GMT -5
What I’m worried about is it ending up some cheesy rocky/punky album that’s way too polished and it sounds like when One Direction tried to do a rock song.
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