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A quick post because I miss rambling about music.

Oh hey, I have a music blog. Kinda forgot about that a little. However, since I am currently studying for my psych final, and thus perfecting the art of productive procrastination–you should see my room right now, it is so clean–now is the ideal time to bring the blog back to life. It’ll just be a quick post–I do actually want finish preparing for this exam and whatnot–but a post!

The song of the day today is a song that brought me back from the bring of burning out on editing several times this past weekend, like half of which was spent in the Communications lab. It was chosen for my rallying cry because, quite simply, it makes me want to fuck shit up. When I am walking down the street in my Doc Martens, listening to the album this song comes from, I imagine how lovely it would be if the whole world was a mosh pit. I imagine what would happen if, right at that moment, I was attacked. (Spoilers alert: that fantasy involves me kicking the motherfucker in the face with my steel-toed boots). More succinctly put, The Blood Brothers are a strange sort of high for me.

Man, I wish I’d seen that band live before they did the whole “indefinite hiatus” thing. At any rate, the album in question isĀ Crimes by The Blood Brothers, and it is awesome. Really otherworldly screaming combined with awesome energy and a high degree of catchiness. The song that I most often hit repeat on is “Trash Flavored Trash,” and you should listen to it right now.

The Blood Brothers – “Trash Flavored Trash”

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Neglected Blog Is Neglected (And I just got home from the AP Tour.)

So, I have like three mostly-finished posts (including a mile-long paean to Brand New, written after I saw them live for the seventh time a few months back), but instead of finishing any of them, I am going to say this: GALLOWS, GALLOWS, GALLOWS, GALLOWS. …GALLOWS, GALLOWS, GALLOWS. Okay, there were other bands there, too, but…Gallows. Gallows were so cool. They were (mostly) all British, and all tattooed, and all playing fucking awesome music. And the lead singer and guitarist went into the middle of the pit for a while–the lead singer had us make a circle pit around him. Their set was so, so cool. And fun. And they were nice when they sold me merch.

As for the rest of the show, which I guess existed, the venue was only like a third full, and everyone in the crowd seemed like they had never been to a show before. People utterly failed at the wall of death Four Year Strong tried to create, and a couple of dudes were awkwardly hardcore dancing to Title Fight and The Swellers, which were not exactly hardcore dancing fare. Circle pit? Yes. Standard pit? Yes. Hardcore dancing? Huh? There were also lots of fail crowd-surfers. It’s hard to crowd-surf when there’s not that much crowd to surf on. Keep that in mind, people.

Kendal and I had a good time during Four Year Strong. We basically just moshed and jumped around a bunch, even though neither of us had much knowledge of their songs. That sort of thing has never stopped me from having fun at a show, and it definitely didn’t this time. They’re super energetic and fun, and crashing into people to loud music is the best form of therapy in the world.

I left the show ridiculously happy, and in possession of a Gallows shirt, some free posters, and a year worth of free subscription to Alternative Press. I have never liked the writing in that magazine, but have always enjoyed the pictures–namely, cutting them out to tape on things. I shall have many new magazines to cut out. It will be good. And um, to end this post: GALLOWS.