The 10 Best Songs From The Giant Squidstravaganza Presents: A New Hope: A Tribute to the Giant Squidstravaganza

Because I haven’t sucked off the Giant Squidstravaganza’s… spermataphoric gland… enough.

[Yep, an embedded image and a single dick joke, that’s all I had written originally. I do believe I’d actually worked out the list somewhere tho, lemme see… oh yeah here it is. It doesn’t appear to be in any order besides roughly how they originally appeared on the album in relation to each other. So here we go, but understand that these aren’t necessarily ranked in terms of quality, they’re just my ten favorites from the album.]

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LeakyCon Reflections: Rock Night 2

MURICAFirst of all, HAPPY MURICA TO ALL MURICANS.

Now that that’s out of the way, my thoughts on the second night of rock at Leaky! Due to the Team Quiz running super long, I ended up missing the entirety of the first two acts, though I heard positive things about them, especially Rae Sterling. Of course, I’ve also heard positive things about myself, so you really can’t hold much stock in vague positive opinions from the ethereal “other”. Still, it seems like a good time was had by all, or at least, by most. By some.

At the very least, I can safely say that at least one person enjoyed themselves. That one person would probably be Justin, because as I’ve stated before, that fucker always seems like he’s smiling and enjoying himself, in blatant disregard of all the many reasons we have to despair of this world. What an asshole.

But speaking of which, the first set I saw the (near) entirety of was Justin Finch-Fletchley and the Sugar Quills, and it was nothing short of excellent. Now, according to my research, this opinion puts me in the minority (though the true minority seems to be having an opinion at all about the rock nights at Leaky) – some samples of what tumblr has to say about Justin’s set: “Justin Finch-Fletchley and the Quills were lame”, “Oh man, watching this set was torturous”, and “Justin Finch-Fletchley and the Sugar Quills are the worst band in the history of the universe. I HATE their lead guy.”

I would actually put it as my third favorite set of the weekend – Justin is like Whompy in that whatever you might say about their voices or instrumental abilities (things I’ve never had a problem with but I can see how others do), you cannot deny that they are natural performers, and know how to put on a damn fine show. Justin was in top form, smiling and joking his way through the whole set, with Steph on bass and Joe DeGeorge absolutely killing it with the saxophone. The live sax throughout the set alone made it a must-see show, and Joe’s talent on the sax has really improved over the years – it’s now miles ahead from the somewhat kazoo-sounding recordings on “My Wizard Scar Still Burns For You” “Save Ginny Weasley from Dean Thomas”.

The whole band seemed to be having fun, including one moment when Joe just walked over to Justin and starting blaring sax directly into Justin’s ear. This meant that suddenly we weren’t hearing anything over on Joe’s end, but it made for quite the amusing spectacle. Also, special mention must be made of Justin’s show-opening rendition of “Honeydukes” – that is a fairly long song, and the live version stretched it out even more, but the whole thing just worked, with spikes of energy, restful lulls, musical tangents, and it all coming back to one of the catchiest choruses in all of wizard rock.

I won’t deny that the crowd was not super-enthused, and I get it – Justin is not the most popular band, and he doesn’t have a show-stoppingly beautiful voice like Christian or some of the MoM boys. But he brings an undeniable presence to his performances, and he just seems so happy to be up there, and gives everything he has into each show. It’s that sincere enthusiasm that made this such a fun set, and I pity anyone who couldn’t get some enjoyment from it.

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Don’t BesMERCH Me

[Thank you for visiting The Wrock Snob and reading this article! I’d love for you to jump right into the reviewy goodness, but first there is some unfortunate business to take care of. It is not in my nature to tell you specifically what or what not to buy and who to support – I tell you what I thought about an album, and if my tastes seem to align with yours, you might want to heed my suggestions. However, I must take this time to personally exhort that you do not monetarily support the bands The Remus Lupins or Ministry of Magic. The full reasons are unsettling and possibly triggering, so please proceed with caution, but if you want the full details click here. Simply put, it has been revealed that certain member/s of both bands did destructive, upsetting, and highly problematic things. While I can see the value of reviewing art no matter what the artist did on a grand society-level scale, I cannot morally allow myself to condone the financial support of these monsters, nonetheless exhorting people to do so. Now it is entirely possible this copypasta’d retroactive warning was placed on a negative review, making this sidebar somewhat moot, but I still feel it necessary to make these matters clear. Again, for full details and rumination click here, otherwise, please enjoy the article.]

Also, if you didn’t kill me for the horrendous pun above, that would be nice.  Just a short update for you today guys – a few different wizard rock bands are having holiday sales of one sort or the other, and while it might have made more sense for me to compile a list of them for those of you who for some strange reason don’t want to go hunting through twitter feeds for that one link a couple weeks ago, better late than never, right?  Also, I didn’t get the idea to do this until last night, so…  No jump today, just read straight down!

The Remus Lupins/Alex Carpenter: While the t-shirts aren’t cheap anymore, you can still buy them, so if you live in an area where not much wizard rock passes through, I would suggest you take this chance to get some Lupins merch.  Also, the CDs are on sale, so that’s cool!  Unfortunately, no I Was A Teenage Werewolf, but hey, whatevs.  You can also get a couple Freedom in Panem things, if YA novels with amazing beginnings and absolutely heartbreakingly disappointing endings float your boat.

Justin Finch-Fletchley: Will I ever forgive Justin for choosing a band name that is stupidly difficult to spell?  It remains to be seen.  But what is certain is that this sale is cheap as hell.  And that is a good thing.  All but one of the t-shirts are on sale for 8 bucks – that’s less than Woot or TeeFury!  You can also get cheap versions of his CDs hella digital.  Wait, strike that, reverse it.  Also, I highly recommend the JFF postcards – seriously, it’s that time of the year that you’re obligated to send non-digital messages of non-hate to people, and these little fuckers are cute as hell.  I especially like the panda.

Armoured Bearcub/Lauren and Matt: No, this sale is not just for Armoured Bearcub (actually, only the t-shirt is for sale), but it was a hellofalot easier than writing everything else out.  Anyway, this is the sale you should avoid if you don’t like spending money.  This is not to say that stuff isn’t on sale (and you should take into account the fact that shipping is already factored into the prices), but they have all this insidious combo packs and stuff designed to separate you from your money.  But if you live in, say, Australia or something, then these are very good deals indeed, at least until Matt finds out that the shirt with the eagle on it will grant you the ability to fly once you say the magic words and do the magic dance, thus allowing him to cheaply tour the world.  Also, even if you have no money, the site design is so cute it warrants a visit.

The Butterbeer Experience/Lena Gabrielle: Having retired from wizard rock, Lena now has, in her own words “too much shit”.  You can get cheap physical copies of her CDs (especially cheap since shipping is already factored into the prices), some of her muggle shit, and a t-shirt.  Also, you shouldn’t actually buy anything from this sale, because proceeds will go to fixing her car, and if she doesn’t get her car fixed, she won’t be able to get to LeakyCon, and then I will get to conduct The Final Battle!  It can’t be that hard to wave a stick around for two hours, right?

So there you have it – Depulso Money! Also, many of these sales end within a week or so, so buy soon.  Wrock Snob out.

REVIEW: Jingle Spells 4

 

 

 

[Thank you for visiting The Wrock Snob and reading this article! I’d love for you to jump right into the reviewy goodness, but first there is some unfortunate business to take care of. It is not in my nature to tell you specifically what or what not to buy and who to support – I tell you what I thought about an album, and if my tastes seem to align with yours, you might want to heed my suggestions. However, I must take this time to personally exhort that you do not monetarily support the bands The Remus Lupins or Ministry of Magic. The full reasons are unsettling and possibly triggering, so please proceed with caution, but if you want the full details click here. Simply put, it has been revealed that certain member/s of both bands did destructive, upsetting, and highly problematic things. While I can see the value of reviewing art no matter what the artist did on a grand society-level scale, I cannot morally allow myself to condone the financial support of these monsters, nonetheless exhorting people to do so. Now it is entirely possible this copypasta’d retroactive warning was placed on a negative review, making this sidebar somewhat moot, but I still feel it necessary to make these matters clear. Again, for full details and rumination click here, otherwise, please enjoy the article.]

Here it is, for reals this time!

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REVIEW: “and the Half-Blood Pizza”

WE’RE BACK! And no, I’m not talking about that incredibly odd movie with Walter Cronkite.  And by “we” I mean me.  OR DO WE? Dun dun dun.  Anywho, sorry about the massive ball dropping last week, and the lateness of today’s article, but I’m back and ready to roll.  Today, I will be reviewing the album by Justin Finch-Fletchley (whom I shall henceforth be referring to as “JFF” [also, OH MAN IT’S NOT A MYSPACE LINK]), “and the Half-Blood Pizza”.  LET’S DO THIS!

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