#noiseannoys

[alexadd77]

Buzzcocks -Isolation / Noise Annoys 7" 1995 One stop music- U.K. Muy raro single extraído del live CD only "French" grabado en París en el mismo 1995. #isolation #noiseannoys #buzzcocks #indielabel #punk #punkrock #7" #45rpm #pop #instavinyl #vinylcollection #vinyljunkie #vinylrecords #live #alternative #vinylcollectionpost #rarepunk #diy #recordcollection #vinilo #recordcollector #artwork #design #livealbum https://www.instagram.com/p/CLlkAIYscww/?igshid=ilnw3mc1bmt4

[micklewis]

@NorwegianCruiseLine @BoatyWeekender @SXMLiveLoud @Buzzcocks tribute show w/ vocals from members of @BellesGlasgow @TheRealYLT @CameraObscuraBand @ @TheDjangos @The_Vaselines @EugeneKelly was moving in many ways, as an elegy for the late Pete Shelley, as a thrill for the guests singers, and as a testament to the enduring power of the songs, looking forward to hearing what @Steve_Diggle_ @DannyFarrant @ChrisRemingtonBassPlayer @Mani_Perazzoli will do next! Setlist included: #WhatDoIGet (w/ Stuart Murdoch) #Boredom (w/ Yo La Tengo) #TimesUp (w/ Yo La Tengo) #LoveYouMore (w/ Kenny McKeeve) #NoiseAnnoys (w/ Molly Rankin) #SomethingsGoneWrongAgain (w/ Django Django) #SixteenAgain (w/ Stevie Jackson) #YouSayYouDontLoveMe (w/ The Vaselines) #EverFallenInLove (#WithSomeoneYouShouldntve) (Group finale) #GoodMusic #Buzzcocks #SteveDiggle #DannyFarrant #ChrisRemington #ManiPerazzoli #StuartMurdoch #StevieJackson #BelleAndSebastian #YoLaTengo #CameraObscura #MollyRankin #Alvvays #DjangoDjango #TheVaselines (at Norwegian Pearl) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1MaAqtFrcj/?igshid=157qr5y3etuoc

[rickyadamphoto]

Tomorrow evening in Sheffield, U.K. at the Holt cafe there’s a pre party punk photo exhibition for the ’Noise Annoys’ weekend festival with @wondergirlphoto miff Pleasant and myself. Kicking off at 6:30pm hopefully see you there! @noiseannoysblog . . . . #coffee #punk #noiseannoys #photoshow

[alchemisland]

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Was cleaning up my room earlier and found an SD card that had old music on it. No idea when this was or what the song was called or about but I vaguely remember the project was called Planet of the Noise Apes. What a swell time to find such memories.

[spacenothing]

And so the cacophony itself begins anew: The day damaged, the day pained by the pounding of children upon the temples constructed for the worship of separation, that once-celebrated veneration of those future days having themselves begun afresh.

She struggles to find the proper placement for suture: To repair the day becomes her purpose, for needled thread to find purchase between the torn seams of her solace, her newborn hope diminished as the day stumbles and denies the mending stitch.

A momentary pause only serves to amplify the cacophony's chorus: The return of pain to the day only made more severe by the reminder of an actuality of absence, the remembrance of silence now a catalyst for increasing sadness as a song of din is sung.

She falls into it with a resignation renewed: Her patience winds around a passivity until the tears wrung from it stain the day's drapery, those clothes now as threadbare and worn as she, her yearning for nothingness now feverishly refreshed.

[spacenothing]

It begins again, as it will. Unsettled and demanding, it scratches at her from inside herself. Yesterday she had tried to run from it, down to the shore, away from it, the water hurtfully obvious in its disinterest in her. She begged the air for a reprieve or condolence but it, too, cared little for her difficulty. She sat at that place and considered the misery in which she now found herself, how unexpected it was, how different from the expectations to which she had so foolishly adhered her hopes. Those hopes now dashed upon the rocks beneath her: Crumpled, silly things, contemptible relics who's only remaining use was to serve the pain she now felt with fuel.

Though this time it wasn't only her. Those horrible monsters perched above her, grinding their teeth. Those selfsame monsters crawling beneath the floorboards, grunting to one another, the machinery of their menace omitting endless whine and jilted howl into her defenseless hovel, the sharpness of their shrieks piercing her as if needles, the relentless noise from them dragging her to the ground, beating her with their ceaseless pulse, the crinkled chattering of them spelling curses and humiliation onto her walls, the drone of them, the futility in attempting to remain stable in spite of them, they bore down on her and she choked and drowned in their sound.

Outside is awful and now the inside is awful as well. The contamination of the interior renders her infection complete and therefore she is subsumed into it all. To whichever place she runs as a means of escape will find her fleeing once more, never to find momentary peace again, forever fleeing from it until she is found gasping, pleading, exhausted in either place, and that place shall be for her the end.