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fadedday · 4 months
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Leticia by Chris Wilson
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clarkkantagain · 2 months
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dino fetscher & chris wilson
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nudesnoises · 1 month
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Chris Wilson
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vadimblack69 · 2 months
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tomsmusictaste · 1 year
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Good Charlotte // The Anthem
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nando161mando · 1 month
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"This week on 'Yeah Nah Pasaran!' on 3CR, @sexenheimer & I talk to Chris Wilson about the Christchurch killer, 🇦🇺 & 4chan.
4.30pm, Thurs MAR 28 /// 855AM, digital, streaming, Community Radio+ app, podcast"
via @slackbastard
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spilladabalia · 6 months
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The Flamin' Groovies - Slow Death
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guessimdumb · 1 year
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Flamin' Groovies - So Much in Love (1981)
After the Groovies were dropped from Sire, they stayed together for a bit, recording 5 songs at Gold Star Studios, and releasing this single in France in 1981. Things fell apart shortly afterwards. So Much in Love was the b-side of the 45, and while the intro sounds awfully familiar, it’s still a cool yearning folk rock/power pop tune. 
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dustedmagazine · 1 year
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Hammered Hulls — Careening (Dischord)
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Careening by Hammered Hulls
Hammered Hulls raises the ghosts of 1990s DC post-punk with taut explosions of guitar, the merciless propulsion of picked bass, fire storms of percussion and an angsty poetic yowl. A super group of sorts, the band brings together lifelong punks Alex Mackaye (of Untouchables, the Faith, Ignition, the Warmers, and yes, Ian’s little brother), Mary Timony from Helium and Wild Flag on bass, Mark Cisneros (Chain and the Gang, Des Demonas and others) and Chris Wilson on drums. The band released a three-song self-titled EP in 2019, which shares one song, “Written Words,” with this album. The four of them worked on this album, off and on, during the pandemic, but there’s little evidence of COVID-related lassitude. Their onslaught here is tight, disciplined, and ferocious, the aggression stuffed down into a narrow-gauge barrel for targeted destruction.
The album starts with “Boilermaker’s Notch,” all thrashing precision, the guitar mostly tamped to a tense grey rumble, but allowed to ring in bright, rainbow-colored power chords at the end of phrases. Wilson’s drumming is disruptive. He executes frantic, off-balance fills, then settles into a double-timed gallop. And MacKaye shouts short, koan-like couplets into a gaping void. “It’s ringing in my ear,” he finishes, and yeah, ours too, in the best possible way.
Hammered Hulls engages with issues in an oblique but feral way. “Rights and Reproduction” lurches through staccato thickets of guitar and bass, its refrain of “Permission requested…Permission denied,” a rallying cry amid thorny bursts of politically charged poetry. It’s got to be about Dobbs, but not in any direct way. The throb of Mary Timony’s bass near the end is like a migraine building, unbearably tense and confining.
The music is tight and driven, but it has its intervals of lyricism, where the guitar chords arc out anthemically and the barbed-wire starkness breaks for something akin to beauty. The guitar-slashing, drum bashing, bass pulsing breaks in “Needlepoint Tiger,” sound more like math-y post-rock than punk; they’re exciting and elevating. “Abstract City,” too, has a grand, enveloping surge; its instrumental sounds come in like a tide rolling in and up to your knees. MacKaye is mostly a barker, a ranter, a howler, but he has his moments of D. Boon-ish introspection, especially on the closer “Mission Statement.”
The point is that Hammered Hull can crank out a classic DC post-punk when it wants to, but it can do a lot of other things, too. Barbed wire and paranoia break for intervals of unexpected beauty—and vice versa. The lines are clean and the intensity undeniable.
Jennifer Kelly
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dude-storm · 2 years
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Gianpaolo DiRisio • Chris Wilson
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baybelletrist · 6 months
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“Is our goal to simply imagine that they’re a piece of waste that we can throw away? Because that’s what we feel like the current system does. Or are we trying to find some path to restoration and to [a] functioning, civil society? To me, that’s all this is.”
— Rob Scott, executive director of the Cornell Prison Education Prep (CPEP)
Education is one of the best ways to reduce recidivism and give incarcerated people a path forward to something better. This should be replicated across the country — because punitive incarceration does. Not. Work.
If you're not convinced, Chris Wilson's The Master Plan is a pretty inspiring example of the way education can totally turn someone's life around (and no, nobody is paying me to say so).
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fadedday · 4 months
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Leticia by Chris Wilson
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clarkkantagain · 2 months
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dino fetscher, chris wilson & pumpkin
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hfamelia · 1 year
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ooc | Mia & Chris
apologizing on behalf of mia for all of the stRESS!!! she definitely causes him b/c despite that she loves him lots and he’s still her favorite brother ;D
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piinkertonn · 11 months
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Gotta share these pics. This era of Benji was GOD TIER.
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hfveronica · 1 year
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welcome home? || chris + veronica
“Oh no!” 
Veronica looked completely distraught as she dropped the bags hanging off her arms with a resounding thud when she entered the house and found her brother sitting in the kitchen.
“You aren’t supposed to be here!” she exclaimed in a rather uncharacteristic response to her brother’s return after being out of the road for a time.
“I was supposed to have time to make a proper meal so we all could sit down like a family and eat to celebrate you being back in town! What are you doing here? You said seven!” she pulled her phone out of her bag, scrolling through her text messages until she found the message in question.
“See?” she said, stepping over the bags of groceries she had so carefully chosen to thrust her phone in her brother’s face. “Seven. And what time is it?” she pointed at the clock. “Five.”
Turning back to Chris and seeing the look on his face, Veronica immediately let out a laugh, covering her face with her hands and shaking her head. 
“I’m doing it again, aren’t I? I’m so sorry-- Hi!” she immediately continued, reaching out and wrapping her brother in a hug. “Welcome home. Hopefully for awhile,” she said seriously, pulling away from him. “It’s almost the holidays and I do not know how to get the Christmas tree to stand upright in the ltree holder. If you leave soon we will have a crooked tree and the entire holiday will be ruined.”
“Hopefully you haven’t eaten because I’m still planning on making this meal. So if you did... please lie,” she informed him as she began hoisting bags onto the counter and pulling things out. “You’ll just have to help with dinner since you insisted on being early!”
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