Epic fail

Some days fighting the system just means stay alive.

Saint Seiya

A great series of olde, before yu gay oh! or death napkin. The music can be cheesy sometimes in this cult saga, still, it’s an action packed classic.

After many years of inactivity they brought us the new and improved Kamei cloths. Said cloths will appear as action figures in the following months. The new designs are astounding, I hope to see more soon.

Mom was right, you shouldn’t play with dolls at this age.

Battles - Mirrored

In continuation with the math rock trend we have these guys.
This record is composed of complicated rhythms, turns and beats, synching around the lead of the drums.
As a progressive rock album the lyrics are just part of the rhythms and in this case they are always distorted.
Don't check it if you need words to feel a song. Only great music here.

Foals

5 guys from england, math rock and indie punk. It is said you can dance to this music, I wouldn't know about it. Hear it, rules.

Does it offend you, yeah?

Normally I don't even like electronic music. There is just too much repetitive crap, not enough grooves, and crazy DJ's thinking they are really interesting mixing up the same beats over and over again.

This is not the case, these fellows concoct mean indie swings with an electronic punch.The record is overtly upbeat, good waking up music and also good club music.
Give it a try, you won't be disappointed.

Ye Officium Area

Another Shakespearean rendition, this time by shortline99:

PETER: When I was but a lad of lesser years a wise man posed a question to my ears: if ever a great windfall I had found what wouldst I do with but one million pounds? And if I were to say the chore I'd try would be to build the carriages, then I, I'd be a carriage-maker, biding time by mending wood and making naught a dime.

SAMIR: Lo, and your answer?

PETER: I had no reply, and thus I am imprisoned here to die.

MIKE: This old man's useless riddles hold no sway, for if there were a purpose to your say then none would claim that he would shovel shiat and streets of London would remain unfit.

SAMIR: Would I give truth to this I would declare That I would leave this fortune in the care Of my old friend Saheib, or at the least would leave some to the bankers of the East.

MIKE: This question's purpose yet eludes thee too, as all you say does not reveal... the... you... What? PC Load Letter? O by the stars, I'll tear this base machine into its parts!

A Slurry Tale

A scene from pulp fiction in Shakespearean style by ceruleanst. Fucking A.

ACT I SCENE 2. A road, morning. Enter JULES and VINCENT, murderers.

V: And know'st thou what the French name cottage pie?
J: Say they not cottage pie, in their own tongue?
V: But nay, their tongues, for speech and taste alike
Are strange to ours, with their own history:
Gaul knoweth not a cottage from a house.
J: What say they then, pray?
V: Hachis Parmentier.
J: Hachis Parmentier! What name they cream?
V: Cream is but cream, only they say la crème.
J: What do they name black pudding?
V: I know not;
I visited no inn it could be bought.

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J: Your pardon; did I break thy concentration?
Continue! Ah, but now thy tongue is still.
Allow me then to offer a response.
Describe Marsellus Wallace to me, pray.
B: What?
J: What country dost thou hail from?
B: What?
J: Thou sayest thou dost hail from distant What?
I know but naught of thy fair country What.
What language speak they in the land of What?
B: What?
J: English, base knave, dost thou speak it?
B: Aye!
J: Then hearken to my words and answer them!
Describe to me Marsellus Wallace!
B: What?
JULES presses his knife to BRETT's throat
J: Speak 'What' again! Thou cur, cry 'What' again!
I dare thee utter 'What' again but once!
I dare thee twice and spit upon thy name!
Now, paint for me a portraiture in words,
If thou hast any in thy head but 'What',
Of Marsellus Wallace!
B: He is dark.
J: Aye, and what more?
B: His head is shaven bald.
J: Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
B: What?
JULES strikes and BRETT cries out
J: Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
B: Nay!
J: Then why didst thou attempt to bed him thus?
B: I did not!
J: Aye, thou didst! O, aye, thou didst!
Thou sought to rape him like a chattel whore!
And sooth, Lord Wallace is displeased to bed
With aught but Lady Wallace, whom he wed.