#fiction records

[kdo-three]

The Cure - In Between Days (1985) Robert Smith from: "In Between Days" / "The Exploding Boy" (Single) "The Head on the Door" (LP)

Alternative | Jangle Pop | Post-Punk | Art Pop

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Personnel: Robert Smith: Vocals / Guitar / Six-String Bass Lol Tolhurst: Keyboards Porl Thompson: Keyboards Simon Gallup: Bass Boris Williams: Drums

Produced by Robert Smith / Dave Allen

Album Recorded: @ The Angel Recording Studios in London, England UK 1985

Single Released: on July 19, 1985

Album Released: August 30, 1985

Fiction Records

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The Cure - In Between Days (Extended Version) (1985) Robert Smith from: 12" Maxi Single

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#The Cure #Fiction Records #Robert Smith #Jangle Pop #Post-Punk #In Between Days #The Head on the Door #1980's

[rwpohl]

mint car, the cure, wild mood swings, fiction records 1996

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#wild mood swings #the cure #fiction records #1996 #mint car #music video #the lawnmower man #about photography #material #buw #hip teens don't wear blue jeans #pandemonio

[smutek]

Come around at christmas I really have to see you Smile at me slyly Another festive compromise

#the cure #1981 #fiction records #post-punk #goth rock

[stevenvenn]

Art School Girlfriend - Close To The Clouds (from Soft Landing out Aug 4) Looking forward to a new Art School Girlfriend album out next summer! Next single from Polly here.

#art school girlfriend #polly mackey #close to the clouds #soft landing #london #uk #fiction records #electronic #dance #indie pop #music

[revkilltaker]

The Cure – Pornography - LP - Fiction Records - R1 60785

Stats

Pressing #:  Repress

Color:  Black

Qty Pressed: ???

Additional Info: Other Pressings Available

Track List

One Hundred Years

A Short Term Effect

The Hanging Garden

Siamese Twins

The Figurehead

A Strange Day

Cold

Pornography

9.0/10

#The Cure #Fiction Records #The Smiths #Depeche Mode #Joy Division #Nick Cave

[musicollage]

Palace – Shoals. 2022 : Fiction.

#rock music #indie rock #palace the band #2022 #fiction records #2020s #2020s rock

[slrmagazine]

Liverpool grunge band The Mysterines release new single "Sink Ya Teeth"

Liverpool grunge band The Mysterines release new single "Sink Ya Teeth". #themysterines @TheMysterines

UK alternative rock band The Mysterines have released their propulsive new single “Sink Ya Teeth,” the second track to be taken from their highly-anticipated new album Afraid of Tomorrows, due for release on June 7 via Fiction Records. Underpinned by a heavy bass riff with a steady, danceable drumbeat and topped off with frontwoman Lia Metcalfe’s rapturous vocals, “Sink Ya Teeth” shows the band…

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#Afraid of Tomorrows #Female fronted band #Fiction Records #Grunge #Lia Metcalfe #Sink Ya Teeth #The Mysterines #Women in rock

[cinemedios]

The Cure, Feliz-Triste

El viernes 17 de noviembre da inicio uno de los festivales de música más importantes, el Corona Capital y entre muchos otros artistas, sorprendió y agradó la aparición de la banda británica The Cure, por eso ahora aprovechamos la oportunidad para hablar de la historia de una de las bandas más importantes del rock. The Cure | La Historia Hasta Ahora En 1973, Robert Smith, Michael Dempsey, Lol…

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#Alan Hil #Albert Camus #Andy Anderson #Álex Harvey #Boris Williams #Chris Parry #Corona Capital #Corona Capital 2023 #David Bowie #Fiction Records #Gary X #Geffen Records #Hansa Records #Jason Cooper #Jimi Hendrix #Jimmy Page #John McKay #John Peel #Kenny Morris #Lol Tolhurst #Marc Ceccagno #Martin Creasy #Michael Dempsey #Paul Porl Stephen Thompson #Penelope Farmer #Perry Bamonte #Peter O&039;Toole #Phil Thornalley #Polydor Records #Porl Stephen Thompson

[cor-lapis]

The Akademiya was defeated using a power they could never hope to attain- a group project where everyone pulled their weight.

Redesigns under readmore!

Al-Haitham: peonycats (tumblr)

Nilou: osteichthyens (tumblr)

Tighnari: peonycats (tumblr)

Dehya: oayr21 (twitter)

Nahida: fates-chosen-mess (tumblr)

Kaveh: My design, WIP

Masterpost with more redesigns

#and I think that's beautiful. now if only fiction reflected reality #*scaramouche is getting a makeover so it's okay if he gets exploded. just a little #also the writing of the whole heist was actually pretty good. love a plan that isn't just 2 layers of double-crossing #btw what happened to that akasha terminal at the start. and the capsule the traveler recorded. huh #did it become the lil guy?? #anyway #genshin impact #genshin spoilers #3.2 spoilers #my art #cyno #al-Haitham #traveler #nilou #dottore #tighnari #zhongli #venti #raiden ei #nahida #scaramouche #dehya #paimon #dunyarzad #kaveh #SO MANY CHARACTERS #quest summary

[sinceileftyoublog]

The Mysterines Live Show Preview: 5/10, Cobra Lounge, Chicago

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Catch UK alt-rockers The Mysterines while you can still see them at a venue as small as Cobra Lounge. They’ll be back in the fall at the Riviera opening for Awolnation and Badflower, but tonight, they’ll have a long enough set time to be able to play most of their very good debut Reeling (Fiction). Recorded live with Catherine Marks over three weeks, Reeling illustrates a band with an already formed aesthetic. Even if it’s one that’s well-worn--a combination of driving stadium-sized rock and bluesy grunge--The Mysterines put their own spin on it with certainly enough variance to keep you engaged over the course of the record. 

For one, Lia Metcalfe has both a great, pained rock and roll voice, deep and soulful, and her words are personal, anthemic, and unexpectedly ambiguous. Sure, you know the sentiment between the instantly iconic opener “Life’s a Bitch (But I Like it So Much)”, but elsewhere, her wordplay and double meanings sneakily surface. A tune like “Hung Up”, where Metcalfe is trying not to be vengeful towards an ex she’s hung up on, also contains lines like, “The sky hung up is so dark,” peppering in those uncanny times when the natural atmosphere seems to match your mood. Even the title track, where Metcalfe sings about the push-pull of a relationship, matched by bendy rhythm guitars and effects, is more complex. Though it gets its namesake from the phrase “You’re reeling me in,” it also suggests the violently ill feelings spawned by the tumultuousness of unrequited love.

The Mysterines as a band also have a great sense of style, and their narrative and cinematic tunes are some of their best. The bluesy stomp of “Old Friends / Die Hard” is a fun highlight, a sarcastic tune about a friendship that ends in a murder. It’s a joy to hear Metcalfe open the song with a line as self-consciously silly as “Here comes Franky nice and sleazy / He’s got something up is sleavey.” More subtle is “On The Run”, inspired by Terrence Malick’s Badlands, where the song’s twangy soundscapes recall the Western expanse of the 1973 masterpiece. Most dynamic is psych-blues dirge “The Bad Thing”, where Metcalfe embodies the character of someone who’s exhumed a love one and realizes what she’s done. “I did a bad thing,” Metcalfe repeats as the tempo increases and the band’s guitars submerge into a pool of wah wahs.

By the end of Reeling, Metcalfe returns to themes of the complexity of life and relationships. Echoing the opener, on “All These Things”, she sings with color, “This world of mine is all that I have / And though it’s lonely, it is mine.” On the penultimate “Still Call You Home”, her voice has space to shine. An acoustic ballad, its namesake line is, “What you gave you stole from me, but I still call you home.” Dark and honest, it’s exemplary of the unexpected layers behind a band with such an accessible sound.

Local psych rock band The Tomblands opens. Tonight’s show is sponsored by Riot Fest (who reveal their 2022 festival lineup tomorrow). Doors at 6:30 PM, show at 7:30. Tickets available to purchase for $12. Wear your mask so touring bands can stay afloat.

#live picks #the mysterines #george favager #cobra lounge #riot fest #the tomblands #nick layton #danny urbana #liam burns #jimmy kowalczyk #john herrin #reeling #riviera #awolnation #badflower #fiction #fiction records #catherine marks #lia metcalfe #terrence malick #badlands

[rwpohl]

иван васильевич меняет профессию, leonid gaidai 1973

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#иван васильевич меняет профессию #ivan vasilyevich changes his profession #leonid gaidai #mikhail bulgakov #1973 #title sequence #the cure #grinding halt #three imaginary boys #fiction records #1979 #queen #i want to break free #the works #1984

[ekingston]

| By Way of Wit | rated M | COMPLETE |

The jury summons arrives on a Friday.

“You have to get yourself disqualified,” Alex says.

Kara frowns. “What about my civic duty?”

Her sister ignores her. She’s on her phone, already finding her an out. “Your occupation should qualify you for an exemption,” she discovers. “It says here, if you’re full-time military, or a firefighter, or a cop—”

Kara holds the letter up for Alex to read. “They didn’t summon Supergirl,” she says. “They summoned Kara Danvers, freelance food critic and full-time reporter.”

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In which no one escapes jury duty, not even superheroes and celebrity CEOs, and when Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor end up in sequestration, well—the defense submits that there's more than one type of civic service.

#oops? #supercorp fan fiction #let the record reflect my wife wanted me to title this SEQUESTER? I BARELY KNOW HER #i hope you all enjoy this like she did: #with great reluctance and grudging delight #per her review #“i love you. i hate this. this is my new favorite thing.” #fic by ekingston #BWOW

[stevenvenn]

Billie Marten - I Can't Get My Head Around You (from Drop Cherries) Have you checked out the new album by Billie Marten? Pretty nice! Really liking the vibe of this new one.

#billie marten #isabella sophie tweddle #i can't get my head around you #drop cherries #fiction records #rippon #north yorkshire #uk #indie-folk #folk rock #singer songwriter #alternative #music #Youtube

[revkilltaker]

The Cure – Seventeen Seconds - LP - Fiction Records - 60784

Stats

Pressing #:  Reissue

Color:  Black

Qty Pressed: ???

Additional Info: Other Pressings Available

Track List

A Reflection

Play For Today

Secrets

In Your House

Three

The Final Sound

A Forest

M

At Night

Seventeen Seconds

9/10

#The Cure #Fiction Records #Joy Division #The Smiths #Morrissey

[brightgoat]

the end of the universe

#diopucci #pucci #dio #enrico pucci #dio brando #jjba #jjba fanart #eyes of heaven #jjba eyes of heaven #jjba eoh #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure #fanart #black hole #space #art #arrt #started a shitstorm on twitter so for the record if anyone gives that much of a damn about fictional shit #i ship them as adults #not in canon

[marlynnofmany]

Singing and Other Noises

If you have to clean the bathroom on a multi-species spaceship, you can at least take the opportunity to annoy your coworkers with some high volume space shanties. The acoustics of most bathrooms I’ve been in are great, and this one was no exception.

“If you find snacks in high places, adhesive eyes making faces…” I sang, passing the sanitation wand over the floor. “Someone gives thanks to the void, and knives to the droid … Then you might have some humans onboard, onboard, you might have some humans onboard!”

Paint laughed in the hallway. “I don’t think anyone would miss the fact that we have a human onboard.” When I leaned out to grin at her, she continued, “You’re very loud.”

“This is the perfect place to sing!” I said, leaning back and switching to a different song. “You’ll hear us singing loud and proud, in halls and hulls and ventilation chutes. You’ll know us by our range and joy, and we sing better than you!” It echoed nicely.

Paint was shaking her lizardy head. “Are there any quiet human songs?”

“Oh sure,” I said, looking for spots I’d missed. “Calm melodies for a relaxing afternoon, lullabies to soothe babies to sleep, plenty of those. They’re just not as fun. I like the ones where you can really feel your lungs vibrate, you know?”

Paint was giving me that cocked-head look that said she wasn’t entirely sure what I was talking about, but didn’t feel like saying so. “Right. I think that one made the floor vibrate too.”

“Oh, you should meet an opera singer. They can shatter glass.”

“What!” Paint stepped closer, switching her tail. “You are making that up.”

“No, really!” I said. “It’s very impressive. A rare talent for sure.” I got to my feet and emptied the sanitation wand into the trash chute. “My voice is nothing special. Pretty good, I like to think, but no kind of superstar. Still, singing is fun.”

Paint seemed to be having trouble coming up with a compliment. “Your voice is very… clear? Low? Is that a good thing?”

“I like to think so.” I put the wand away and washed my hands. “I can sing the low notes easier than high, which is great, because I enjoy them more. I think that makes me an alto? Contralto? Something like that. Not a soprano, at any rate.”

Even with her orange scales, Paint’s expression was a distinct mask of polite blankness. She nodded, hands clasped together.

“Not much for singing, I take it?” I asked.

Paint exhaled and dropped her hands. “I just don’t see the appeal,” she admitted. “It’s only talking! In a distorted voice!”

I switched off the light and joined her in the hall with a head bob of agreement. “Yeah, I suppose it is. Some of it’s fast and good to dance to, though.”

She pointed at me in excitement. “The dancing does make sense! That’s fun! But I just cannot understand the noises that go with it.”

I shrugged. “Eh, don’t worry too much about it. There’s bound to be lots of things that any given species does that makes no sense to others.”

“Like those shiny rocks you insisted on keeping?”

“Hey, that’s not just me,” I protested. “Zhee and Trrili both wanted some too. And you’ve still got those smelly seed-things that you liked so much.”

Paint raised her snout in pride. “They remain beautiful. Coals, Eggskin, and Captain Sunlight will agree with me!”

“And those are all the Heatseekers on the ship, which is exactly my point.”

A high-pitched noise that I’d been barely aware of grew louder, drifting down the hallway all faint and screechy. I had no idea what it was, and judging by Paint’s expression, neither did she.

“Is that metal scraping?” I wondered.

“I don’t think so,” Paint said.

The sound continued, changing in tone like an alien violin. I turned in place, trying to locate it. “Is that music?”

Paint rubbed her earhole. “It’s unpleasant.”

“C’mon, let’s make sure it’s not actually a problem of some kind.”

“Yes,” Paint said with a sigh. “Ignoring a mechanical failure because we passed it off as horrible music is not something I want on my record.”

I started off down the hallway. “I think it’s this way.”

Ready as I was for a long and mysterious hunt for the quiet shrieking, I was almost disappointed to find it coming from the third door we reached. This was the door to Coals and Trrili’s translation workroom. It was shut. I hesitated over the opening panel, then knocked instead.

The noise stopped.

When the door slid open, it was to a vision of exoskeletoned nightmares, shiny black and red, with pincher arms, mandibles, and a pair of antennae angled into a very irritated expression.

“Hi Trrili,” I said. “Everything okay in there?”

Paint added, “We heard a noise—”

The door shut in our faces. After a moment, the screechy serenade resumed.

I blinked. “Rude.”

Paint had her hands over her earholes. “What is it??”

“Probably not a machine failure,” I said, wincing as the noise approached nails-on-chalkboard levels. “Let’s go ask Zhee.”

We walked very quickly away, and found Zhee outside the kitchen talking to Eggskin. The sound was faint here, but still audible.

“Hey Zhee,” I said cheerfully. “Can you tell us what in the seven spherical black holes Trrili is doing right now?”

Zhee threw his own purple pincher arms in the air. “Butchering a classic,” he exclaimed. “I’ve told her that she’s got the middle part backwards, but she insists it’s a regional variant!”

I glanced at Eggskin, who was just shaking their scaly head. “So it is music, then.”

Zhee folded his pinchers with a flare of antennae. “There’s a skreeking competition at Basal Station,” he said. “She’s under the impression that the judges there will enjoy regional variants that are wrong.”

“I see,” I said, wondering if I should ask the obvious question.

Paint beat me to it. “What’s skreeking?”

“Leg-singing,” Zhee said. “You know.” He moved a hind leg in a way that made a brief screech.

I knew I was staring, but it was either that or burst out laughing, and that was rarely complimentary. You’d think I’d get used to discovering ways that my alien crewmates resembled Earth animals, but you’d be very wrong.

Paint let out a gusty sigh. “I don’t understand that kind of singing either,” she said. “This makes even less sense than the other one!”

“Remember, there’s always dancing,” I told her. “And if it makes you feel better, I have no idea how to dance to the noise Trrili’s making.”

Zhee hissed quietly. “No one could dance to that. Not without tripping over every other limb.”

Eggskin spoke up. “Well, I’m certainly not going to try. Would you three like to help me settle on the primary meal for tonight’s dinner?”

I smiled. “Oh, I’m sure we won’t disagree on anything there.”

~~~

Keen eyes might recognize the shanty lyrics from a couple older posts. I even used one song in The First Time Traveler to Survive, which is a different storyverse entirely, but it's too much fun to leave there. I'm going to say humans invented it twice, and no one's going to stop me!

Anyways, this is the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#somebody did a lovely recording of one of those songs #but the link isn't working anymore #so I guess I won't share that #more's the pity #my writing #The Token Human #space shanties #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #science fiction #writeblr