a tale of bands and bloggers
TN: iT’S KIND OF A, lONG STORY,
TN: bUT THE SHORT VERSION IS,
TN: vRISKA AND I, wERE ROOMMATES,
TN: aND ONE NIGHT WE, hAD SOME GUESTS OVER,
TN: wHEN I WOKE UP,
TN: tHEY WERE IN THE SHOWER,
TN: tOGETHER,
TN: aND THEN THEY STARTED COMING OVER A LOT,
TN: tHE BAND JUST SORT OF, hAPPENED NATURALLY AFTER THAT
you should ask us some more. my internet buddy warned me about questions, but so far it’s been really tame! well, except for the butts. i guess that’s pretty tame, too, though.
…stop laughing at me, rose!
so if youre ever in the mood for some intense shit check this band. t34m ch4rg3 puts the fab as fuck lime in the hella metal coconut and pours that sweet liquid down your goddamn ears like christmas came on your birthday and then came on you. be prepared for some earth moving eargasms as their bassline tells your eardrums to bend over for teacher while the drums wreak some serious havoc on your ability to make words happen.
who are these gods of fucking you in the brain with beautiful music you ask. vriska serket and terezi pyrope got those rude guitar licks and and seriously uncouth verses covered. tavros nitrams on drums and also you because shit is that kid a player. aradia megido kills those basslines. the heavens opened down on us and baby jesus cried for joy down in atlanta when they started playing neighborhood gigs but that shit was too fine to stay with mr rogers and they joined a local indie label and released three albums. then they jetskiied over a shark and rode off into the sunset with your heart never to be seen again until this summer when they drop their fourth album and life starts again.
check their hit song “dave (is that you?)” because yes its fucking me
— turntechgodhead.net
TN: oH, hELLO THERE,
TN: i’M THE DRUMMER, fOR A GLAM PUNK GROUP, cALLED T34M CH4RG3,
TN: mAYBE YOU’VE, hEARD OF US,
TN: eSPECIALLY, iF YOU LIKE COOL HAIR COLORS
KV: FAR TOO FUCKING MANY
KV: YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE AN INKLING HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE SHOVELED INTO THAT GAPING HOLE OF A BAND’S ETERNAL NEED FOR SUPERVISION
KV: HOW MANY NIGHTS I HAVE LISTENED TO THE SAME SONGS AND HAD MY EARS SCOOPED OUT LIKE FUCKING ICE CREAM BY THE ROOMFULS OF UNCRITICALLY ENTHUSIASTIC FANS
KV: HOW MANY COLLEGE TOWNS I’VE FAILED TO FIND A QUIET BAR IN
KV: HOW MANY PACKS OF SHITTY CIGARETTES I’VE BURNED MY WAY THROUGH
KV: BUT THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THEY WOULD GET ANYWHERE WITHOUT ME
KV: THEY’D END UP IN BUENOS AIRES WITH NO FOOD AND A GERMAN DICTIONARY AND WONDER WHY NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THEM
GM: Im sO gLaD yOu aLL uP AnD gOt yOUr mOtHerfUcKinG aSk On
GM: aS fOr mE
GM: iM aLl Up aNd dOInG wHAt i MOthErfuCKiNg lOve
GM: gEtTinG aLl cOzY wItH tHe bEaT iN mY bOnEs
GM: aNd tHe wORdS iN mY hEaRT
GM: aND gETtiNG mY sHAre oN wITh thE wORld
TG: sorry folks
TG: the stridemobile carries no passengers
TG: this rides reserved
VS: This b8tch!!!!!!!!
TG: oh you know
TG: id be my usual cool self
TG: definitely not embarrass myself any way shape or form
KM: As Embarrassing As It Is To Admit, We Once Dated In College
Memorylog:
TG: okay so if you could only pick one radiohead or daft punk
KM: Daft Punk I Suppose
KM: Radiohead I Find Pretty Intolerable
TG: you what
End Memorylog.
KM: From That Day On, We Were Nothing But The Most Bitter Of Rivals
KM: It Was Timed Fortunately With My Discovery Of The Fairer Gender However
KM: Another Matter Upon Which I Suspect We Disagree
