Good lord, never take a break from a hobby that involves constant evolution of the subject. I just learned — by accident* that WORL’S END is actually reboot/branded Marionet, which upon that revelation makes all the sense in the world and I’m simultaneously laughing and looking for a bucket of paint to drown myself in out of humiliation.
It was a pretty hot post, though, you guys. I won’t share all of its remnants because I’m not a masochist, but it involved repeated declarations of having no prior knowledge of this idol thing that had been around for a couple of years, and outright disbelief at that fact because “I like to think that I had almost all idols of note doing the Fat Wreck Chords thing prior to mid-2019 at least referenced in some memory hole somewhere” which, wew. Yeah. And it was all celebratory about this tweet that I will reference here with no other commentary but may as well at least acknowledge so that you can see the source of my (today’s) idiocy.
The real tragedy here is that I don’t get to use this sentence:
if you ever wanted that guitar tone played like the soundtrack to the kewlest caffeine-free pool party of the summer between your sophomore and junior years of high school, and then added only the shiniest, happiest vocals possible on top of it, friend, you got yourself a stew going right here
In reference to the actual thing that spawned me writing this in the first place:
Although, hey, it looks like I did get to write it, and with context! Holla!
I am an embarrassment to this profession. Cancel Homicidols. Feh.
*It involved the phrase “Oh shit, that’s Fumimi”
The beautiful thing with THE BANANA MONKEYS is that they never fail to stress out and confuse me.
Translation by the wonderful Pat
To be filed under “Items That Maybe Should Be in the Weekender But Naw” comes this tale that I just now removed from said Weekender because I was looking at it and thinking to myself, nothing about this makes me think that it’s either that big a deal nor not a deal at all, and sometimes stupid things need to be demonstrated as being stupid.
So the story, such as it is, is encapsulated in a very low-key way in this blog post from the Cursed Idols:
tl;dr version: Chunpi was quietly carrying on a relationship of some sort with some fan, against the rules, and was caught and apologized in that unique way that only idols can and cleared up with the fan that this totes wasn’t romance bro and everybody walks away feeling just fine, with producer-san vowing to keep a tighter leash on things. Continue reading
Well, that happened.
Much like the rest of the western WACK fandom, my feelings on this are complicated, but I think it can be summarized in three main points:
- Oh, Watanabe, please, stop feeding me so much Friday Fun fuel, I just made a WACK fun last week!
- Whatever happened to “I can’t handle more than four groups,” now you’re going to try your hand at running an entire UK Secondary School too? Good luck.
- CALLED IT.
It’s Memorial Day here in the USA, amigos, which in addition to military this-and-that (and gods help me, Rolling Thunder) means that it’s also National Hamburger Day, which means that it’s also Maniac Is Going to Eat a Lot of Meat and Drink a Lot of Beer Day. There’s solemnity, naturally (the whole memorial business), but also the unofficial start to summer, so ergo fun, and while I love me this site and idols and everything, I want to keep it light.
So what better way to do that than by resurrecting a stupid contest thing that people seem to enjoy! Continue reading
I didn’t watch the WACK Expo. After the thing had been announced, and the overall shape of the auditions made, it was pretty obvious how the whole shebang would be conducted and concluded, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I allowed myself to selectively enjoy the auditions from extra-afar, taking it all in via Twitter and the occasional side conversation; once my girl Trivago was finally, mercifully euthanized, I didn’t care enough to even do that.
When I woke up today, the event was all in the past. Things had been done, reactions had, tears shed, etc. Was Twitter buzzing? It sure was! Were the takes flying? They sure were!
And all according to plan. Like any good wota, this is our moment to MIX, to respond to the ainote, to play our part in the interactive ritual that is being an idol fan. We happily separate ourselves from our money to experience closely controlled environments of put-on cruelty and manicured triumphs. We call out the things that are bad or stupid, and hand over cash, attention and appearances of generalized support in exchange. We are all incredibly easy marks.
Anyway, what happened: Continue reading
Another new feature that I’ve been dying to bring to ol’ Homicidols.com is another one that fellow Deadspin readers may appreciate. Just to get this out of the way: It’s meant to be funny, you guys, not to be taken deathly seriously.
- “Club Kids Never Die”
- “Now I Know”
- “MOON PHASE”
- “rise in revolt”
- “Never Sleep Again”
- “NINJA BOMBER”
- “MISS UNLIMITED”
- “Same To You”
- “Let the revelry begin”
- “Dream Maker”
- “bite the bullet”
- Being hit by a bus
- “from here”
Stop Watanabe before he kills again:
This is technically happening as a result of her not-great finish in the WACK Election, but I like to think that this is punishment for the glorious stink-eye ol’ Coco gave the boss after the last(?) time GANG PARADE was forced to participate in a marathon spectacle. She is no doubt much pleased. Continue reading
Split natures abound as a theme for the Not Secured, Loose Ends members today.
Tsuyame finds the lyrics to the untitled third single difficult to deal with, so she photographed herself and her mirror self.
Komachi is being driven mad by her quest to save Co3 from a life as a vengeance-driven penguin:
Well, amigos, it actually happened: It’s the first birthday of Homicidols.com, and … I’m honestly kind of stumped on what to do about that. Despite not having any particular religious or cultural opposition to it, I’m not really much of one for celebrating Maniac Day, so all I know of birthdays stops at the age of 21, i.e., the time I decided to celebrate with friends and got so drunk that I fought a bathroom and was still hungover three days later.
Anyway, Garry and I managed to launch our sites at approximately the same time, and we were talking about the upcoming milestone and he’s doing a thing that’s going to be pretty cool, so I thought, hell, why not. In other words, indulge me a bit of navel-gazing; it’s the least you jamokes can do. Continue reading