Tag: music

This is one of the few rock songs that I consider to be genuinely great, the perfect combination of music, voice, instruments, and lyrics. Babymetal pulled out all the stops for this performance in Hiroshima, complete with live piano and strings.

But what makes it particularly meaningful is the tribute that is paid to the late Mikio Fujioka, who is shown playing here in what is usually Leda’s place. Notice that he is first singled out just as Su begins the third verse.

Nidoto ae-nai kedo, wasure-naide itai yo.

We shall never meet again but I will never forget you.

I have to admit, I haven’t been listening to nearly as much Babymetal since I was introduced to Band-Maid. But I think you’ll admit that is excusable, considering how the girls of Band-Maid have been upping and re-upping their game. So much so that it wouldn’t be entirely shocking if Kanami was to one day appear on stage playing with the Kamis. One thing both bands have in common is that they are heavier and more energetic live than in studio.

Civic nationalists and cuckservatives are reeling at the discovery that Dems R the Real Racists doesn’t work:

The New York Times announced Monday it hired left-wing writer Sarah Jeong, who has a long history of racist tweets, to be the lead technology writer for the newspaper’s editorial board. Jeong repeatedly posted racist statements via her Twitter account.

The announcement of Jeong’s hiring comes after The New York Times fired its previous brand new hire for the same technology writer position last February because she “retweeted a racial slur.”

Far from merely retweeting a single offensive post, Jeong likened an entire race of people to “goblins,” compared their conversations to animals urinating, and declared that skin color entirely determined whether an individual was awful or not.

In one tweet from 2014, Jeong wrote that white people are “only fit to live underground like groveling goblins.”

“Dumbass fucking white people marking up the internet with their opinions like dogs pissing on fire hydrants,” she wrote in another. “The science is indisputable,” she wrote. “Theoretically you can’t be racist against white people,” she wrote in a separate post before claiming that white people smell like dogs.

You go, Asian girl! But Miss Leong will have to admit that even if white people smell like dogs, at least their breath doesn’t smell like Baked Labrador.

Spacebunny always loved this song. I thought it was funny too, but I never knew a) there was a video, and b) that it was kind of awesome. At first it looks like someone’s home lipsync video, and then you start… recognizing people from the 1990s.

The girls from Band-Maid don’t merely rock, they do a considerably funnier comedy routine than Amy Schumer and most so-called professional comediennes. I can’t believe they aren’t a reality TV show yet.

The contrast between the three cheerful ones and the two killjoys is no doubt played up, but it is consistently funny.

Miku: What is your image of San Francisco, Misa?
Misa: Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary.

The interview on Japanese TV was even funnier.

Takahashi: How about a maid-like greeting?
Saiki: Ah, no.
Takahashi: What’s your charm point?
Saiki: I don’t have one.

Did I mention they also rock?

As amusing as this Band-Maid video is, it’s even funnier to learn that it is an April Fool’s joke carried out to an extent that only the Japanese can imagine. My Japanese is not up to discerning this myself, but I am reliably informed that the band even went to the trouble of changing the lyrics of the original song to Kansai-ben, which is a Kyoto dialect that is said to descend from the geisha speech of the past.

In case you ever wondered what would happen if Yui and Moa mastered their guitars and started their own rock band.

The remarkable thing is the way these young women, intentionally or not, are utterly destroying so many Western feminist notions. There is a subversive element, of course – how could there not be – but they don’t have to make themselves ugly or emasculate men or destroy tradition in order to become successful or attract attention. And they’re each about one thousand times cooler than the Gothiest Goth-chick that ever dyed her hair or thought she was a witch.

The band’s founder, the rhythm guitarist and backing vocalist, Miku, is clearly a marketing genius. Observe the way in which she has surrounded herself with four musicians who are clearly much better than she is. And if you don’t think they are actually playing the instruments themselves, well, that’s plainly not the case.

They’re either becoming pretty good pop songwriters or they have assembled a solid songwriting crew that suits them nicely. Daydreaming is a well-written, wistful, 90’s rock-style song that is considerably better than anything Taylor Swift or Rihanna are putting out these days. Alone has a serious Lostprophets vibe to it, only without, you know, the pedophilia.

I actually like the new Ladybaby single better than either of the two new Babymetal songs. And yes, the one doing the Ladybeard-style growl is actually Emiri, the girl with the pink hair. Just when you think Japan can’t possibly get any weirder or more awesome, they outdo themselves.

Meanwhile, Babymetal is getting too focused on narrative, over-the-top presentation, and English lyrics, and the music is suffering as a result. Do not like.

Question: “Kendrick Lamar just won a Pulitzer. … How is that not progress?”
– Columbia Journalism Review

Some examples of the recently awarded work of the new winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Music.

If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
–  From “Element.”

Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
–  From “Humble.”

Today is the day I follow my intuition
Keep the family close – get money, fuck bitches.
–  From “Yah.”

It’s at moments like this that I find myself thinking, you know, as bad as it is probably going to get in the next 25 years or so, it’s so going to be worth it, whether it ends in Western Civilization 2.0 or the Back to the Caves scenario.

In fairness to the new Pulitzer laureate, I have to admit that he is probably right, as I myself have always found that when one happens to find it necessary to slap a pussy-ass nigga, one might as well take the trouble to make it look sexy.

I don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you

That second line always bothered me as a lyricist. It had a sense of wrongness to it and the hard “p” didn’t flow as naturally as something like “converted” or “deserted” would have, which tends to indicate that it was there for meaning rather than rhyme and flow.

From CDAN:
This long dead permanent A+ lister who was in one, if not, the greatest band of all times used to travel to a country just to have sex with tween and teen girls. He said it brought him to a new state of mind. Apparently there are several children of his he never met from those rapes that are still living in that country and are about to sue his estate.

George Harrison