Indie pop
Indie pop is a subgenre of alternative rock that originated in the United Kingdom in the mid-1980s, with its roots in Scottish post-punk bands on the Postcard Records label in the early 1980s (Josef K and Orange Juice) and the dominant UK independent band of the mid-1980s, the Smiths. Indie pop was inspired by punk's DIY ethic and related ideologies, and it generated a thriving fanzine, label, and club and gig circuit. Indie pop differs from indie rock to the extent that it is more melodic, less abrasive, and relatively angst-free.
The term "indie" had been used for some time to describe artists on independent labels (and the labels themselves), but the key moment in the naming of "indie pop" as a genre was the release of NME's C86 tape in 1986. The compilation featured, among other artists, Primal Scream, the Pastels, and the Wedding Present, and "indie" quickly became shorthand for a genre whose defining conventions were identified as jangling guitars, a love of '60s pop, and melodic power pop song structures (the genre was initially dubbed "C86" after the tape itself).
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by Ohgr
Kettle
by: Ohgrcorner curt mindless morally is bankrupt
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a blissful sensation the head tripping cave in
to feel the head shaken begin to collapse in the wiretap feast of dreams
where taken lightly clouded as light serene
flame throwing tarot all in a line descends
an instant receiving was better untreated
all problems lying low just under the skins glow
the scarring convergence screams with serious sides affecting
a serious inability to cease the faction a long door closing in the
face react
toward a lonely lesson offering retraction
a memory hanging on now hung by the neck
it's overly twisted rape and remind of waste
in devious flavors direct in defiling shame
when playing with fire and burnt out desire a kettle of blackness
already fell into
a pit of our own device
a serious disability devout the system a sharp wedge dripping through
the back up ahead
toward one vicious world wide assumption
a forced upon dictatorship the futures dead
a blissful sensation the head tripping cave in
to feel the head shaken begin to collapse in the wiretap feast of dreams
all problems lying low just under the skins glow
the scarring convergence screams