#andrew fearn

[spilladabalia]

Sleaford Mods - Big Pharma

Edit Post, 6/10/2023

Orig post had the lyrics copied & pasted but they rubbed someone the wrong way who then rubbed me the wrong way and now I've got a rash. Since the main issue was the song's lyrics meaning, here's what Jason Williamson himself has to say about them:

"Big Pharma was written in the opening chapters of autumn 2022 when Covid kicked in again. It carries a lot of the normal Sleaford Mods absurdism but also looks at the ongoing fascination with trying to find truths in information wholly pushed by very questionable people,” Jason Williamson said. "Now, Big Pharma is more familiar as a term used by right wing and industrial groups trying to mask the financial aims of their arguments with some kind of critical thinking panache-type legitimacy. It just feels wrong. It feeds on hopelessness, widespread fear and generations of unfettered misinformation linked to the limited critical perception we as the masses are burdened with.”

Source the nme online.

#sleaford mods #big pharma #jason williamson #andrew fearn #punk #uk grim #2023 #Youtube

[nofatclips]

Second by Sleaford Mods from the album Spare Ribs - Directed by Robin Lee, starring Kate Dickie & Emma Stansfield

#somethingneweveryday #music #sleaford mods #post punk #jason williamson #andrew fearn #video #music video #robin lee #kate dickie #emma stansfield

[ourladyofomega]

📷 source: FB

#Sleaford Mods #Andrew Fearn #Jason Williamson #pop #omega #our lady omega

[overthinkingbelle]

ALL I ASK OF YOU

Michael Ball Collection (solo and duets)

Please don't kill me on the final clip. Subject to delete. 😁

#musical #west end #michael ball #the phantom of the opera #all i ask of you #alice fearn #connie fisher #lisa hull #claire moore #rebecca caine #sierra boggess #sarah brightman #celinde schoenmaker #nadim naaman #andrew lloyd webber #cameron mackintosh #monserrat caballe

[socallmedaisy]

Laudna has been quiet since they were shown to guest rooms in the Castle for the night. Imogen recognises the silence; it usually means Laudna is lost in her own thoughts, or maybe today it's memories of this place, only now she has no way of knowing exactly what Laudna is thinking about. 

She's glad of that, truly, but there are times like this when she misses it, just a little. 

They're sharing a bed like they always do, Imogen curled into Laudna, Laudna bent towards her like a flower reaching for the light, their hands joined loosely between them, the tips of Laudna's fingers caught up in Imogen's. Fearne is breathing deep and steady in the other bed—none of them had said anything, but when the guards had shown them to two guest rooms, the three of them had walked purposefully into one of them and shut the door behind them before anyone else could follow—and Imogen inches her head forward, squeezes Laudna's fingers until Laudna's eyes flicker open to look at her. 

(It's the biggest tell she's not really asleep; when she is, her eyes are open.)

Imogen glances towards Fearne's bed, then taps a finger against her own temple and arches an eyebrow in a question, and waits for Laudna to nod her consent before she joins their minds together. 

Are you alright? Imogen tries to keep her thoughts gentle, like maybe Laudna will startle. She bites her lip and then asks the second part of her question, the one that's been rolling around in the pit of her stomach since they were getting ready for bed in silence. Since she was mean to a man who had done nothing other than share his name with a boy Laudna used to know. Did I do something? 

What? Laudna's thought comes back at once, not quite as gentle. No, I—

Imogen forces herself to wait, watches Laudna shake her head imperceptibly against the pillow. 

Laudna frowns. It's just this place. And—

And what? Imogen asks, anxiety twisting in her chest, when no more words come. 

I don't like being here. But I don't think I hate it. And I certainly don't hate the de Rolos. But she does. And sometimes I'm not sure how much of what I'm feeling about this place is me and how much of it is… not me. Laudna meets her eyes again, unblinking and then looks away quickly, like she's ashamed. Imogen hates it, instantly. 

It must be hard to come back to the place where— Imogen swallows, To come back here, after everything that happened. I don't think you have to have your feelings all neatly sorted out. I'm not sure anyone could given the circumstances. 

She swallows the urge to say she's not sure how she feels about this place either, how last time she was here and Laudna wasn't and it was one of the worst times of her life. 

Laudna doesn't say anything, but she does tighten her grip on Imogen's fingers, and after a second she dips her head forward so she can press her mouth against the tips of them. It makes Imogen shiver. 

I thought that's what we could do later, Laudna says eventually, and for a second Imogen is so focused on Laudna kissing her fingers she thinks Laudna means something else entirely. Go to try to find the good parts of Whitestone, if I can remember any. I thought it might help. She shifts on the bed, her knees bumping up against Imogen's. 

Finally, Laudna glances up at her, through her lashes. Imogen releases a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. 

But then after what happened with Andrew I'm not sure I should let you loose on anyone else I remember or who might remember me. There's a spark in Laudna's eye when she says it, her sing song lilt back in Imogen's head, and Imogen huffs out a breath, embarrassed. 

Can you blame me for defending you? If I ever meet that kid—

Darling, Laudna cuts in, leaning forward quickly, you realise you don't have to make up for every bad thing that ever happened to me? I already have you. That's enough. 

Imogen swallows, hard, and tangles her fingers more tightly with Laudna's. I wish you wouldn't say stuff like that when we're sharing a room. She wonders if her thought might have sounded breathless in Laudna's head. She hopes it did, hopes Laudna knows exactly how it makes Imogen feel when she says things like that. 

Laudna's eyes flick over towards the other bed again. Fearne can't hear us—

I know, but it makes me want to kiss you so bad. 

For half a second, she can't believe she said it, but then Imogen watches Laudna's pale cheeks grow a shade darker and she's glad she did. 

Oh, Laudna thinks. She shifts again, and it brings her even closer, her lips inches from Imogen's. Imogen watches Laudna's eyes flick down then back up to meet Imogen's gaze.  Maybe just once couldn't hurt. 

Imogen silences the voice that says it's a bad idea and darts forward to close the space between them at once, her fingers nudging Laudna's chin up to meet her. She presses her lips to Laudna's softly, almost afraid to move, but not wanting it to end, her forehead coming to rest against Laudna's before she breaks the contact. 

They stay there, savouring the closeness. 

I'm glad you're here, Laudna says in her head, and the thought is soft like a secret. Always, but especially today. 

Imogen presses her forehead a little closer and nods against Laudna's cold skin. I'm glad you're here too. 

#imodna #critical role #cr spoilers #fic #ship: together either way #i just needed them to talk about their feelings okay #the thought of them in whitestone just makes me crazy #ficlet

[scotianostra]

On 10th November 1150 work began on the construction of Dryburgh Abbey in the Scottish Borders.

Dryburgh was founded by Hugh de Morville for Premonstratensian canons from Alnwick Priory in Northumberland. De Morville was the Constable of Scotland and Lord of Lauderdale, but despite his Scottish titles he was a Norman lord, with his roots in England, so it is not too surprising that he invited English canons to populate his new abbey.

Construction of the new abbey concentrated on the abbey church, but even so, the church was not finished until the early 13th century.

Dryburgh became the mother house of the Premonstratensian order in Scotland, establishing daughter houses at Whithorn, in Dumfries-shire, and Fearn, in Ross-shire, among other locations. Dryburgh was never as prestigious or as wealthy as the three major Borders abbeys at Melrose, Kelso, and Jedburgh, but it lasted for 400 years in this peaceful spot by the Tweed.

The peaceful life of the canons at Dryburgh was disturbed in 1320 when a canon named Brother Marcus punched the abbot. For this serious offence he was expelled from the abbey. Much worse was to come just 2 years later in 1322 when the armies of Edward II, retreating from a reverse against the Scots, heard the abbey's bells ringing in the distance. According to legend, the army turned aside from the route of its march and sacked the abbey, setting fire to the monastic buildings and carrying off whatever loot they could grab.

The Scottish Reformation had a more long-lasting effect, however, and the numbers of monks dwindled until there were only 2 remaining in 1584. Eventually the last of the monks died or left, and the abbey was left to crumble into ruin.

Then the 11th Earl of Buchan stepped in. The Earl was a keen antiquarian, responsible for founding the Society of Antiquaries in Scotland in 1780. Buchan bought the Dryburgh site and turned it into a peaceful landscape garden, where flowers bloomed amid ancient ruins. When the Earl died in 1829 he was buried in the sacristy. His close friend, the novelist Sir Walter Scott, died just 3 years later and was buried in the north aisle.

Pics are a reconstruction by Andrew Spratt and pics I posted here taken on my visit to the Abbey in April 2013.

#scotland #scottish #history #religion #religious buildings

[radsity]

Hello! This is Andrew with CritRoleStats. May we use your Fearne piece from May in an upcoming article, with full credit? Thank you either way!

ooooohhh omg! yes absolutely. (you guys are doing the lords work over there!!!) thank you for asking!

#asks #critrolestats

[dndeed]

Crit Role Miniature Rollout: C3E54 Treacherous Toys

With Andrew Harshman

An analysis of the minis used on CR.

tbh, I basically skipped this episode. So forgive me if some of my context-less miniature review is confusing or off base. On the tabletop, we have some familiar Critical Role buildings in a unfamiliar, unique and engaging configuration. Mats by Mars mat, Dwarven Forge modular city, and going back to early C2, Miniature Building Authority multistory buildings in the back. Looks good!

Christmas is cancelled, it's time for Crit Role Miniature Rollout Campagin 3 Episode 54!

Love me some miniature furniture. Can't get enough of it. What really stuck out to me about this office layout is how there's like zero space between the desk and the chair!

How's anyone supposed to seat themselves? Hmmm, maybe they're really maximizing space and you have to misty step teleport to sit down.

Wholly unrelated, isn't Fearne's miniature just so wonderful? Too good. The sculpt itself is great. But I think the key to this awesome model is the fantastic character design. A digital model sculptor can't go wrong when handed this character reference. It's a slam dunk (not to be confused with Little Mister's Pokemon move Slam Dook).

Worst Mini of the Ep

Speaking of dook, these rat swarm models look vaguely fecal in nature. I guess they are decent enough. Get's across the point that they are a swarm. But they are nothing special, that's for sure.

Best Mini of the Ep

Since I got this Pathfinder Dominion Invader miniature I've been trying to think of a reason to use it in a game. Fortunately, Critical Role found a way! What a deal. Very unique, excellent table presence, and some nifty translucent effects. Here's a question, just like the chair desk situation, how did this monster get into this room? Looks like a real tight squeeze getting through them doors. Hopefully all them legs collapse down like tent poles. Anyway, good miniature, it's alien, it's eldritch, it's cool.

See ya next sesh!

#critrole #criticalrole #criticalroleminiaturerollout #critroleminiaturerollout #crspoilers #critical role #crit role #dwarvenforge

[undead-knick-knack]

Modern au Bells Hells Halloween Costumes Part II: Electric Boogaloo

🎃 Chetney: Scooby Doo (tried to get Ashton as Shaggy)

👻 Laudna: Bloody Mary

🎃 Fearne: Alice in Wonderland

👻 Little Mister: The White Rabbit

🎃 Imogen: Wonder Woman

👻 FCG: Venom (FLESH TONGUE)

🎃 Orym: (Andrew Garfield's) Spiderman

👻 Ashton: Deadpool

Part I is here

#shoutout to the bestie #she came up with the venom/spiderman/deadpool trio #critical role #cr3 #cr c3 #critrole #critrole memes #bells hells #bell's hells #modern au #halloween #costumes #costume ideas #cr memes #cr shitpost l #courtesy of me #cr campaign three #crit role #critrole meme

[spilladabalia]

Sleaford Mods ft. Florence Shaw - Force 10 From Navarone (Official Video)

#sleaford mods #force 10 from navarone #jason williamson #andrew fearn #florence shaw #punk #uk grim #2023 #Youtube

[nofatclips]

15 minute preview of Bunch of Kunst, a film about Sleaford Mods directed by Christine Franz

#music #sleaford mods #andrew fearn #jason williamson #geoff travis #cinema #documentary #christine franz #daniel waldhecker #oliver werner #neil barnes #scrooges bar #sven mühlender

[midnightcrows]

Hello! This is Andrew with CritRoleStats. May we use your piece of Fearne and Teven Klask in an upcoming article, with full credit? Thank you either way!

hey! You're welcome to include it, thanks!

#crows ask

[dustedmagazine]

Sleaford Mods — UK Grim (Rough Trade)

Photo by Ewen Corker

Grim indeed, this post-COVID, post-Brexit, pre-apocalypse Britain, where prime ministers strive — and fail — to outlast heads of lettuce, inflation rages and strikes cripple the healthcare system. And honestly, who better to chronicle these distressing times than Jason Williamson, the speaking half of Sleaford Mods and our century’s reigning poet of irascible contempt? Like its title track, UK Grim waxes artfully dyspeptic, its words a palimpsest of layered, complicated reference to current events and contemporary culture.

“U.K. Grim” pounds and swaggers, blotty electronic beats framing a barrage of furious cameos. Nigel Farage, Boris Johnson, Liz Truss, Rishi Sunak, Vladimir Putin and make brief appearances, framed by sudden admonitions to “Keep that desk area tidy” and disgusted cries of “Put it in the bin.” Williamson talks fast because he has to. There’s so much to disparage.

As always, Williamson rails to the accompaniment of Andrew Fearn, the silent, head-bobbing, deck-jockey half of the band, whose beats create worlds for these songs to inhabit. Fearn’s music is often ominous, as on the sparse, cavernous “D.I.Why,” occasionally giddy (see the carnival-esque blare of “On the Ground”), and sometimes skeletally bare (“Right Wing Beasts”), but never less than interesting. Indeed, my sense is that Fearn has gotten better at his job with experience. Where rickety, bull-headed repetition was the hallmark of the brilliant Divide and Exit, here tracks branch off from each other in striking, idiosyncratic ways. There are shades of vintage video games, aughts experimental hip hop and synthy post punk woven in, every track its own thing.

There are also guest artists, with Florence Shaw from Dry Cleaning murmuring dangerously in “Force 10 from Navarone,” and Perry Farrell of Jane’s Addiction cavorting across the bruised peppiness of “So Trendy.” There’s an award to hand out, I’d give Shaw the edge for impact. Her clean, cultured tone cuts through the sweat and lather of the Sleaford Mods like a laser, sounding all the more threatening at low volume. (This is also the cut with the cryptic line, “Jason, why does the darkness elope?” which produces chills even if you have no idea what it means.)

And yet, when you come to the Sleaford Mods, you are mostly here for Jason Williamson, who is in exceptionally fine form. Here is Williamson’s spit-flecked, ornately structured poetry, his burnt-black humor and his surprising intervals of vulnerability (catch him in “I, Claudius,” a young lad spotting a Santa eating chips and asking his father, “Does he eat, dad?” Innocence lost, right there.) In “D.I.Why” faced with tattoo-copying posers who are “like the edgy version of something shit“ Williamson seeks guidance. “I saw a doctor, I said, why do I feel like slapping these BnM goths, all this post punk dross?” he asks a therapist. The answer is solid gold Sleaford Mods. “He said, because they’re fucking cunts, Jason. Fucking hit them.”

Still at it, still hitting hard, all hail the Sleaford Mods.

Jennifer Kelly

#sleaford mods #uk grim #rough trade #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #post-punk #hip hop #political punk #dry cleaning #perry farrell

[medic88itup]

I found a rambling drabble that I slung together while on a concert cruise...imagining all the Hells falling into some kind of weird southern gothic roots folk underground music scene. I dunno, I am thinking maybe I will work on this idea a bit and write an actual something. Anyone have positive advice for a nervous non-writer?

Band au

FEARNE is a drummer, imogen is guitar/bass/utility player, and Laudna is fiddle/vocals...la Andrew Bird Trio

So, like, imagine:

First meeting, Laudna has swept into town, performing her macabre puppet show and playing her haunting lullabies on her lovingly restored fiddle. Imogen, leaving a lesson witha young student, crisses paths with Laudna in town square...steps in when a grumbly crowd of drunken sports fans spill out of a tavern, and begin to gather menacingly nesr Laudna.

It's let buzzing like a beehive in her head. she shakes her way through the din to laudna, who is packing her gear with trembling hands. Imogen, guitar slug behind her, whispers "Hey, darlin', it's okay, you just gotta play what they like. Nothing experimental or unwavering around here. Pop/country hits and hymns. You know any?"

Flustered, laudna responds, "whaa....hymns? Uh, not really..." Imogen scoffs not unkindly and asks "well, then, can you follow along with me? Accompaniment..."she gestures to laudnads fiddle case."

"I play by ear, it's no problem"

"Alright, I'll wing something, just follow me, and watch for transitions. Key of Ab."

Imogen takes up a familiar chord change, crisply struming a shining major chord. She works the crowd, making eye contact and smiling, and begins to sing words to a familiar tune, one that every townsperson seems to know. The melody is familiar and infectious, and a calm sense of happiness falls on the crowd. they all begin to sing along. As she shifts to the musical break between verses, she looks to laudna and mouths for her to come in on the next verse. Laudna begins to fill ths seams with creaky fills and trills, her fingers deftly moving through runs. Imogen drives the rest of the song to the big singalong chorus: "SWEEEEET CAROLYYYYYYYYYNE! BAH, BAH, BAAAAAH!" Laudna and imogen are amazing together, almost like they can hear each other's thoughts.

They turn a potential mob sitch into a decent busking session, earning a fair amount of silver, some gold. Imogen offers dinner at hers.

<Or something...that can be tweaked later>

Imogen turns to Laudna, slinging her guitar behind her back once again. "That was amazing, you're incredible, the way you play is so...you have so much musicality! I've never played so seemlessly with someone else."

Launda nods her head viciously in agreement. Imogen worries it might actually fall off. Laudna looks so frail and skeletal...but her enthusiastic smile nearly splits her palid face in half..."oh, my, yes darling, I agree it was amazing! And you always seemed to know what I was thinking," Imogen's eyes flick away, guiltily, "but it was lovely! you were anticipating my melodies and harmonizing beautifully...that was incredibly special, you are so capable!"

#imodna #critical role #band au #i dont write stuff but maybe i want to try #southern gothic #wlw fanfic #this is just an idea to build from

[eye-of-the-purricane]

Sleaford Mods - Nudge It

Live From Nottz Arena ft. Amy Taylor If the legends are true, the first ever Sleaford Mods gig took place at a cafe near Nottingham Station in 2007. An apt place for Jason Williamson and Andrew Fearn to start their journey – one that has taken them around the world physically, to new places sonically and through the strangest times lyrically – but they have never lost their connection with home. Hence late in 2021 a "guy shouting and a bloke with a laptop" staged one of the first big post pandemic gigs at the Nottingham Arena. It was a night to celebrate and a night for old friends, but also a time to aim for new horizons and start a new chapter. Documenting how far one of Britain's most original bands have come, while revealing Williamson and Fearn straining forward creatively, these recordings also demonstrate what Sleaford Mods do better than anyone else: they make a connection. Whether it is a cafe or an arena, Sleaford Mods engage and entertain and this EP captures the duo's biggest and best live performance... so far. Listen to Live From Nottz Arena here: https://ffm.to/modslivefromnottzarena New album ‘UK GRIM’ out 10 March 23 via Rough Trade Records. https://sleafordmods.ffm.to/ukgrim

#sleaford mods #nudge it #amy taylor #amyl and the sniffers #uk grim #live on stage #live performance #live recording #live session #nottz arena #music video #music #adventures in rock music #Youtube

[polls-showdowns]

Best Poly Ship Round 1

Here are the links to the match ups:

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) V.S. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker/Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Laudna/Imogen Temult/Fearne Calloway (Critical Role) V.S. Willow Park/Luz Noceda/Amity Blight (The Owl House)

Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast/Mollymauk Tealeaf (Critical Role) V.S. Alex Kralie/Brian Thomas/Jay Merrick/Tim Wright/Sarah Reid/Seth Wilson/Amy Walters (Marble Hornets)

Daniel Faraday/Charlotte Lewis/Miles Straume (Lost) V.S. Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier/Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher)

Mabel Mora/Tim Cono/Oscar Torres/Zoe Cassidy (Only Murders in the Building) V.S. Piper Mclean/Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase (Riordanverse)

Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee/Rosie Cotton (Lord of the Rings) V.S. Jack Sparrow/Will Turner/Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Steve Manheim/Dashawn Mannheim/José Guerrero/Cupe Robinson III/Otto Zilberschlag/Gregory Hsung/Arturo Fonzerelli/Quackers McQuack (BoJack Horseman) V.S. Orym/Dorian/Dariax (Critical Role)

Jack Rackham/Anne Bonny/Max (Black Sails) V.S. Nya/Cole/Jay (Ninjago)

Caleb/Fjord/Jester/Beau/Yasha/Veth/Caduceus/Mollymauk(Critical Role) V.S. Steve Harrington/Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Crona Gorgon/Maka Albarn/Soul Evans (Soul Eater) V.S. Veronica Lodge/Betty Cooper/Archie Andrews (archie comics)

Lonnie/Kyle/Rogelio (She Ra) V.S. Proteus/Sinbad/Marina (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas)

Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) V.S. Stannis Baratheon/Davos Seaworth/Melisandre/Selyse Florent (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Eddie Brock/Dan Lewis/Venom Symbiote/Anne Weying (Venom) V.S. Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades/Alucard (Castlevania)

Jade Harley/Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) V.S. Sucy Manbavaran/Lotte Jansson/Akko Kagari (Little Witch Academia)

Garnet/Amethyst/Pearl (Steven Universe) V.S. Sookie Stackhouse/Bill Comptom/Eric Northman (True Blood)

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis (MCU) V.S. Zuko/Katara/Aang (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Sasha Waybright/Anne Boonchuy/Marcy Wu (Amphibia) V.S. Arthur/Lancelot/Guinevere (Arthurian Legends)

#polls #round one #round 1 #best poly ship