In the sequel #FyredolFes 2 the evil developers manage to shut down the following years festival by bribing the local authorities. HM has to become a professional skateboarder & win the first prize of a local skateboarding competition after multiple musical training montages.
Raise your hands; who else saw this and thought “If Banamon somehow became big enough to start getting brand deals while still keeping their apparent concept of cringe, this is exactly the kind of thing they’d advertise” and then die a little inside because seeing anything related to Banamon just sort of does that to you? Continue reading →
I feel like you need to be of a certain age, or at least a certain demographic profile within a potential intergenerational range of time, to appreciate a particular orientation toward high school. See, when I was in that phase of life, none of the old stereotypes taught to us by Saved by the Bell or John Hughes movies really held up — radically evolving metacultural forces and growing up in basically nowhere will do that, I guess — but that didn’t mean that people didn’t try to hew closer to certain notions, and especially those who had a foot on each side of the divide in eras. For instance, I had friends who definitely still looked at the world through a lens by which a “popular” person was, by definition, a rude snob with only a tiny handful of sycophantic bully friends; that this all flies in the face of any kind of logic was lost on them. These were the folks, though, for whom high school kicked the most ass, because they could place every instance or relationship into a predefined box and feel confident that the world had an explanation.
And what a world that lets you live in! A world where you and your friends could always start a band and go on to be at least Local Famous just by the power of hard work and spunkiness, where even the biggest jerk teachers secretly see the genius hidden inside you, where the late trend in lip sync videos was a regurgitation of a much cooler era when everybody wanted to be Ferris Bueller a full decade too late, or at least Parker Lewis. It’s a world of constant sunshine, pep rallies, falling in love with your first kiss and impromptu dance troupes with everybody being everybody else’s best friend.
As an avid fan of all three of those names listed, how could I not give Ikigusare a chance? So, going into it blind, I can say … yup, that sure was an excruciating yet somewhat enjoyable experience of three Sega Saturn-looking girls singing about eating hamsters I just sat through! Continue reading →
Let me paint a picture for you: You start a wildly successful idol website; you set the thing up to be an exploration of pretty much anything that starts with the premise of rock sounds being made by girls in matching outfits; you spend three years traversing a scene as populous and musically diverse as a top 100 list from Pitchfork; you find yourself struggling sometimes to remember all of it, including things that you really enjoyed, to say nothing of the things that you didn’t really enjoy. In fact, if you were to dig around a little bit in the godsforsaken blasted landscape that is the drafts queue in Homicidols WordPress, you’d find an unfinished funny post called “Idols That I Consistently Forget Exist, Ranked” that I may have even referenced once or twice in the past (meta!).
Not even in that draft post is where you’ll find Honey Emperor, or Emperor of Honey or however they prefer it to be styled, in the annals of Homicidols Dot Com. Note: That says way more about me than it does about them. However, as this one quite old look in on them will make abundantly clear, they certainly had their time of rising action within the scene, and I’m frankly not sure why it is or was that it stopped. The music was at worst perfectly fine. The look and concept, like, while not for me wasn’t exactly objectionable. It all just kind of faded out of the Western wota consciousness.
Yup, it appears Necroma newb Kenbishi Kunogi has her own band, Lilium Mu, and her own MV!
It’s good! Definitely a palate-cleanser after that other MV from yesterday; the only questionable thing to happen here is Kunogi’s preference for pineapple on pizza! I’m not entirely sure how long Lilium Mu has been going for, so a solo MV after she’s already debuted in Necroma was a bit of a surprise. But a good one! While I love seeing her in Necroma, I wouldn’t mind seeing more band material if it keeps up to the same standard.
So as mentioned in the Weekender, after a long and butt week in idol in which very little of real interest happened, engines started to warm up a little bit yesterday, and we got something that those of us who are pro-POPiD could be excited about. Yes, it should come as … no surprise (haw) that the Idol Formerly Known as PiGU, called (ahem) No Surprises now and having none of the old PiGU membership but definitely having inherited their Twitter account, dropped their first single, “proof”, the other day (venue-only?), and along with that came this MV:
This post-PiGU project was, of course, going to be carrying over quite a bit of PiGU, and every little bit of what we’d seen from them so far suggested the same. Here, the best evidence yet, delivers in a way that … surprised (heh) me. There’s that little maturation in the sound — which, yes fine, it’s one song, but bear with me, until they turned dark, all of OG PiGU’s punk work was on the brighter end of that spectrum, and no I’m not buying this as “emotional blues rock” just yet — but moving with it is a complete makeover in the group’s look. It’s a good move, frankly, an aesthetic shift without needing to be revolutionary.
Dang it, you guys, this was like the lamest idol week in a long time. Not that I noticed — I’d had to very deliberately carve out time on Monday to do the podcast with A-to-J and Derek (see below!), and even that in retrospect felt like a huge mistake not because I didn’t have a good time and a good chat, but because it was a couple of hours that I could have spent on the mountains of work in front of me. Yes, ol’ Maniac was burning quite a bit of the midnight oil this week, to the point that there not being significant releases or MVs out most days was in fact a huge relief, because I could snag just the tiniest bit more sleep.
But am I thankful? Heck no! It can get to be a chore to keep up with everything sometimes — I have other interests! — but I get such a thrill out of the good work done in this business. Days when multiple things all happen at once are exhilarating. And weeks when I can pepper the Weekender with plenty of that stuff are sustaining.
Not this time, though! I mean, quality over quantity, maybe? We’ll survive. And there’s even stuff to blog about now! So waste little time with this dumb ol’ Weekender, throw an idea or two at the Fun, and then look at other things.
Yui loss, day 110. The sun staggers slightly behind, like the bands of time are worn and stretched like an old cassette tape. my horse dies silently.still,I follow this path, where eating, sleep, warmth are all abstract concerns, like watching an old movie.#IdolFanFicMadness