If you people start giving Hobie Brown the Eddie Munson effect I’m going to start killing. His ass would not be listening to arctic monkeys be so fr
i like never do this & im sorry to hijack yr post (especially seeing as you are a person i do not know!!) but another thing im seeing on these playlists is an absolutely abysmal amount of black artists. spider-punk is and has always been a black character, and black people are frequently pushed out of alternative and subcultural spaces, so i’m going to offer some black punk artists i personally enjoy for i guess playlist consideration aimed towards some of the ppl in the notes, although this isn’t definitive & hobie’s taste will of course not necessarily be my own.
also to note before we get into this is that punk is a culture of resistance. hobie in specific (though i don’t know how much of this will be part of his characterization in the spiderverse trilogy going forward—he’s pretty different in atsv, which isn’t a bad thing) has been depicted in the comics as a homeless teenager living under a fascist government. regardless of whether or not that depiction is accurate for this version of hobie is irrelevant for now; the point i’m making is that his attachment to punk is not purely aesthetic in nature. i think keeping the radical aspects of punk in general and of spider-punk in specific in mind are important when discussing the character.
anyway.
death (this one is kind of essential in terms of punk history. they started recording songs under the band name death in 1971 and disbanded in 1977, but their music was only relatively recently properly released. they’ve been occasionally cited as the first punk band ever.)
pure hell (another early & extremely influential punk group, this one from 1974. in contrast with the isolation death operated within, pure hell were heavily involved in the early punk scene.)
bad brains (originally an american jazz group who became punk with a reggae fusion. they cite pure hell as an early influence, which is pretty cool.)
x-ray spex (70s english punk band fronted by poly styrene, whose vocals greatly influenced the later riot grrrl movement. notable for lyrical attacks on commercialism and corporate artifice.)
zulu (i fucking love zulu so much guys you should all listen to zulu right now. they’re frequently described as powerviolence, which is accurate, but they also incorporate elements from various historically black genres, like funk, jazz, & soul. you can listen to one zulu album and get a ton of different musical experiences it rules.)
bob vylan (london-based punk rap duo. to me they’re like the ideal of what punk set out to be in the first place, ideologically speaking. i don’t even know what else to say here. if you’re interested in modern punk and aren’t listening to bob vylan you should be. they’re insanely skilled and deserve to be the center of the conversation.)
this post has gone on long enough you get the gist. & if you actually feel inspired enough to want to make a 100% accurate spider-punk playlist, get into your local scene and see what’s playing there. it’s what he would want, probably.
truly my LEAST favorite form of advertisement these days is the faux-tiktoker/influencer who is here to Sell Me Something. the “omg unbox my Pureology ™ skincare haul!!!” “doing the #NespressoChallenge!!!” “you guys will not BELIEVE what i got from shein-“ like its scary. its WEIRD. not only do i have no idea who these perfectly manicured, babytalking people are they feel less like real people than even an actual advertiser does. stop trying to make me believe you are my friend. you are something inhuman to me. you are a changeling. you are a brand wearing ill fitting human skin and i see its skeletal shape shift beneath the surface.
vimes isnt even really a wife guy he just loves his wife a normal correct amount
like. is this your man š¤Ø
I always assumed Cockbill street culture and Vimes specifically were meant to be the disc equivalent of Irish Catholics. You have the intense focus on cleanliness, the intergenerational homes with many children, the shame associated with needing charity coupled with an intense focus on giving to to others, his random and unexplained fluency in the disc equivalent of Latin, the all or nothing approach to morality, his relationship to alcohol, his bashfulness when discussing anything remotely sexual (he does get better at this as time progresses).
You know the hot ones series, with the sauces. I want us to consider something, which is how fundamentally hilarious it would be for Anakin and Obi-Wan to go on this series. I want you to imagine this, the funniest war propaganda they ever think of. Obi-Wan is red in the face, crying choking hoarse. But itās like. Bottle four. Meanwhile, Anakin grew up in a culture where spice was used not only as flavor, but also a preservative. Heās had curries that would make the inexperienced hallucinate. He coughs once to clear his throat when they get to āda bombā, but then keeps talking. Obi-Wan is using all his Jedi reserve not to scream, and this man licks his fingers and is like :) Iāll take another
not to add onto this brilliance but i want to specify that they have to be on the same episode of hot ones. they are sitting next to each other while this happens. obi-wan was expected to do the talking and actual insert propaganda reel here but heās suddenly incapable, rendered ineffective by the scolville scale and its torments, while anakin suddenly has to hold a conversation with a normal person. embarrassing for both of them. anakin talks about his favorite space celine dion album for 23 and Ā½ minutes
OH THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS PICTURING. Like at sauce six obi-wan is just staring at Anakin with objective repulsion. Genuine, real horror. And itās bc Anakin is trying to explain this really deep, emotional concept the Jedi have about defending the innocent. And obi-wan stopped being able to feel his tongue two sauces ago
like a) anakin pulls the wine glass out of his sleeve and the host is sitting there, baffled, like why would anyone have this, is he being punked, and b) anakin takes the pepto bismol out of obi-wanās belt, which implies a weird level of codependence the host canāt think about. and then the entire time anakinās saying some total nonsense about jedi theology. heās like, āi dreamed of the jedi as a child - for i do not sleep, i only dream - and in those visions i foresaw heroes,ā and the host has to both parse that and the wine glass-bismol tactical manuever, and the fact that obi-wan is grunting and panting like an exhausted boar before he finally snaps, āwhat are you fucking saying, anakin,ā right in front of the camera. there is not enough milk in the universe for what obi-wanās going through. i also think it is imperative that anakin is so invested in the nonsense heās saying that he starts pouring out the pepto bismol about a solid inch from the actual glass itās supposed to be in. it takes him most of the bottle to realize.
This is inspiring, but letās go even further. I want their weird codependency to be on full scale. Anakin starts pouring it on the table, and obi-wan nudges the glass so it catches the medicine because frankly heās starting to experience a ring of fire in his ass and theyāre only half way through. He needs that elixir. (I think he calls pepto bismol āmy stomach potionā) Anakin keeps pouring until the glass is full, and obi-wan takes it and throws that shit back like heās 20 at a house party with whiskey. He then puts it back under the spigot of medicine.
When Obi-Wan scolds him for spilling, they start arguing. They argue through the next two wings. The host is frantically looking at the crew filming this bc he has no idea if he needs to stop this. Anakin has begun gesturing menacingly with the chicken wings. The host desperately tries to run a bit where he pulls up funny clips of soldiers goofing off on the front, to make the war effort seem you know, funny and memeable. I mean they canāt even air this.
brilliant evolution. i love the emphasis on the ātwo halves of the same warriorā element of their relationship, and how absolutely baffling that has to look to a normal individual. making the āstomach potionā bit a parenthetical statement was an inspired motion. 10/10 work.
i think the argument begins because obi-wan complains about the spillage (which is not insignificant, he really wasnāt paying attention) and the anakin dumps the rest of the bottle in his lap, and as you have pointed out obi-wan desperately requires that elixir. āyou choose NOW to be yourself, of all times!ā obi-wan yelps, dabbing at his now pink robes with a really pathetic cocktail napkin that managed to produce itself somewhere around when the wine glass did. there are other napkins. he just chose the smallest one. and then anakin snaps, ābold statement coming from you, you were BORN ANNOYING,ā and obi-wan is still struggling with the stain, but instead of grabbing a larger napkin, he asks the host very politely for a glass of water and then dumps it in his own lap. like he just lost all ability to reason through the problem. after that inscrutable display, he turns to anakin and says, āyou have given me a migraine every day since i met you,ā and thatās when anakin grabs a dicarded wing bone and moves to use it like a shiv. the host mouths āhelpā and thatās when they try the War Crime Tiktoks
I just realized that this episode goes so bad they call in other Jedi to do it and Iām insistent that itās the entire Council. Obi-Wan has to be made to do this horrific affair TWICE, and he was the sensitive one!!!! His one satisfaction in life during that time is seeing Ki Adi Mundi pause to quietly vomit when they get to Da Bomb. His one nightmare? The thing that keeps him up at night with the great existential dread, his call of Cthulhu, the knowledge that drives him mad? The fact that Yoda sucks all ten wings off the bone, and never even flinches.
obi-wan on hot ones when anakin is with him: i hate you. youāre awful. youāre the reason i have gray hair, high blood pressure and a migraine that wonāt go away. fuck you
obi-wan on hot ones when anakin isnāt with him: Someone Has Removed All Of The Joy From My Lifeā¦ā¦ā¦ How Could This Be
[“The poverty debate could do more to recognize the powerful effects of rejection on a person’s self-confidence and stamina. Applying for an apartment or job and being turned down ten, twenty, forty times—it can wear you out. Theories about neighborhood selection or joblessness often assume low-income people are more or less “rational actors” who recognize trade-offs and make clear choices. The reality is that many are “exhausted settlers” who accept poor housing in a disadvantaged neighborhood or a dead-end or illicit job after becoming depleted and disheartened from trying and trying and failing and failing. The shame of rejection not only can pressure people to accept undesirable circumstances today; it can also discourage them from striving for something better tomorrow.”]
matthew desmond, from evicted: poverty and profit in the american city, 2016
