This Is How You Celebrate Your National Team

Who all else is watching the World Cup? This is the one guaranteed time (every four years!) when I really sit down and watch soccer. My country isn’t in this time around on account of being terrible, so I’m mostly looking for somebody to root for. For those of you whose countries aren’t international athletic embarrassments, in addition to your home country / place of familial national origin, are you cheering for Japan? They’re doing pretty okay! Yes, they can technically still be eliminated, but they’re in a good place, as their only match left in group play is against Poland, who have been bad.

The point is, Japan’s team* has both been a success, and likely will remain so with enough encouragement! And who better to deliver that encouragement than idols? And who better than just any ol’ ganbare-fist-posing tradol than some loud-ass chika idols who can celebrate your successes and motivate you to new heights? For instance, KING RAGE:

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Yeah, KING RAGE Is Pretty Loud

I ask you on this dreary Sunday, friends, to revisit the resurrected Checkmate, now known as KING RAGE*, who had previously only teased out a little smidge of explosive face-kicking idol power as part of the reveal of their new form. Then I ask you to please press the play button below, and hold on to your butts:

What the crap! What a neatly dissonant song. I feel oddly moved to turn that guitar riff into my ringtone, the chorus into my kitchen buzzer and those growled-up verses into my morning alarm. Good work, KING RAGE. Now keep doing stuff like that.

*Because it’s all-caps, and because it’s a hilarious name, I know that I’ll always say it aloud as KING RAAAAAGGGGGEEEE

Checkmate Is Now KING RAGE, Brutal(er)

If you recall, lovely people, that we are in a weird era of idol resurrection, you may recall that Checkmate, which had all but dissolved into non-existence over a period of months, was teasing a comeback of some sort or another during the last few weeks. On Monday, they issued the big reveal:

KING RAGE! What a name! That’s right up there with St. Anger in my book, and everybody knows that nothing related to St. Anger could ever possibly go wrong. Continue reading