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.
One of the nicest surprises that you can get when idol-diving is something that you didn’t notice at first but tripped over while looking for something else. Like, I completely missed that PIIIIIIIN had dropped a new track the other day until I happened over to Soundcloud to find another track, and there it was, like the very best kind of slap in the face.
“Jumping” comes to us from their new single, due in a month. If this is what we’re getting from the ostensible A-side, I can’t wait to see what they do with its partner!
Forgive the lackluster tone in the title, gang; it seems that ol’ Maniac let himself get hornswoggled. Not for the first time, either! Idols will do that to you. At any rate, I was super enthusiastic about sharing just PIIIIIIIN’s song of the summer, only for them to turn around and do this to me instead:
Hey, okay, that’s a good one! It is implicit that there is more. Is there more? Continue reading →
It’s bad and it sucks when idols graduate and, from that, groups disband. Yeah, sometimes it’s for a good reason; more often than not, though, it’s just a bummer for everybody involved. So it was a pretty substantial while back now when PIIIIIIIN declared that they’d be hanging ’em up — it was unexpected, nobody seemed terribly thrilled about the move but not so invested as to try to stop it, and a bright light flickered out. I even eulogized the PIIIIIIIN experience!
You guys, it’s Golden Week. I love Golden Week — so much happens! I also hate Golden Week for the same reason. Would you believe that I originally wanted to publish this almost a full week ago? Madness. And yet, here we are.
Idol projects, like superheroes, are never guaranteed to stay dead, no matter how gruesome their demise. I bet that if a snap of the fingers wiped half of all idol from existence, a good chunk of them would still find a way to return even without the intervention of some cosmic power; it’s just the way that idol works.
That being said, I currently know of at least three idol projects that are on their way back to life. Continue reading →
Hey, who else remembers PIIIIIIIN? I sure do. Of course, right about the time that I started to get more into them, their end was imminent. So goes idol!
The uninitiated may be asking, who is this group with all of the I’s in the world in its name, and why is it italicized, and why are we remembering them? In reverse order:
I can’t speak for the italicization, but just like how jerk-ass gym teachers will always remind you that there is no “I” in “team,” but in reverse, PIIIIIIIN included an I for every member of the group. So there were seven of them, natch. Continue reading →
I missed Indie Idol Wednesday yesterday, shame on me, but Twitter & Friends provided even more bad news from the world of idol, and of course that happened on the day that Caesar was stabbed to death by a combination of trusted friends and bitter enemies. History!
And that’s what a pair of idol projects are now, unfortunately. No, I’m not referring to the soon-to-die Hauptharmonie (my soul will never recover), but to one group that I used to think had a real chance to do something, and another that seemed like they were right on the cusp and in fact had been active and stuff lately. They’re dead/dying.
First up, Koisuru Beat. I really only got to look at them once, and almost a year ago at that, but had recently learned that they’d had some management/membership issues of their own and were operating as a solo effort. Well, they won’t be operating as anything anymore:
And this literally three days after calling for auditions. Rough one, and it’s a shame how these things shake out, but getting any real longevity in idol is basically a miracle, anyway, so hopefully the past unpleasantness doesn’t leave the ex-members without positive experiences and a chance to keep idoling if they want to.
So PIIIIIIIN, fun teen rock idols and someone who I wish I were following more closely and then never do, somewhat recently had a graduation. That wouldn’t be a problem for most idol groups, but, see, it’s PIIIIIIIN, not PIIIIIIN, so they need a seventh member, and they’re going to listen to the Voice of the People to select her.
Man, it’s been a while since the last time we got to check in on PIIIIIIIN, and it was literally just dumb luck that I saw this video hit Twitter this morning:
That’s “容赦なく逃げてった未来” (“Future Fled Mercilessly” or something?), and I’m happy to have it. It sounds a lot like a PIIIIIIIN song! Or, more accurately, like a PIIIIIIIN song from SCRAMBLES — just compare to this and tell me I’m crazy. Continue reading →