AFI (A Fire Inside) é uma banda de rock alternativo formada em 1991 na Califórnia, Estados Unidos. A banda foi fundada pelos membros originais Davey Havok (vocalista), Adam Carson (baterista), Mark Stopholese (guitarrista) e Vic Chalker (baixista). Ao longo dos anos, houve algumas mudanças na formação da banda, mas Havok e Carson permaneceram como membros constantes. O AFI ganhou destaque no cenário punk rock/hardcore dos anos 90 e início dos anos 2000. Eles são conhecidos por sua energia intensa no palco e pela mistura de estilos musicais, que variam desde o punk melódico até o post-hardcore. Suas letras muitas vezes abordam temas sombrios, como amor não correspondido, solidão e angústia emocional. Em 1995, a banda lançou seu primeiro álbum de estúdio "Answer That and Stay Fashionable", seguido por outros sucessos como "Very Proud of Ya" (1996) e "Shut Your Mouth and Open Your Eyes" (1997). No entanto, foi com o álbum "Sing the Sorrow" lançado em 2003 que eles alcançaram um grande sucesso comercial. O single "Girl's Not Grey" se tornou um hit nas rádios e catapultou a popularidade da banda para um novo patamar. Desde então, o AFI continuou a lançar álbuns aclamados pela crítica e adorados pelos fãs. Destacam-se os trabalhos "Decemberunderground" (2006), que contém o hit "Miss Murder", e "Crash Love" (2009), que apresenta faixas como "Medicate" e "Beautiful Thieves". O último álbum de estúdio lançado pela banda até o momento é "AFI (The Blood Album)", em 2017, que recebeu críticas positivas. Ao longo de sua carreira, o AFI influenciou muitas bandas contemporâneas e conquistou uma base de fãs leais. Sua música combina elementos melódicos com letras introspectivas e emocionais, criando um som único que ressoa com muitos ouvintes. Com mais de três décadas na indústria musical, o AFI continua a evoluir e a criar músicas cativantes para seus fãs ao redor do mundo.
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A youkai, taking the form of a beautiful woman, sings to attract men during blizzards in the forest, who end up lost, frozen to death by the snow. A boy having fun for the first time with his friends in the snow in this forest, listens to the youkai's melody and disappears for a few hours, being found in a hollow tree trunk curled up while sleeping, with no signs of hypothermia , with only a memory of what happened... "The mysterious figure approaches me and her hand touches my face. She is cold as snow, but her affection warms me. I don't I feel colder, I've lost myself, and I don't know if I want to go back now that he's close to me, like I've found my soul mate." Years later, now an adult, Reita is attending college in Tokyo, and nightmares about what happened when he disappeared into the forest in the snow as a child begin to plague him. So, at Christmas time, he goes back to that forest to discover if they are dreams or a forgotten memory. A Christmas tale based on a song about snow.
16-year-old Michelle Walker, daughter of music producer Bryan Walker, falls head over heels in love with 35-year-old Davey Havok, a member of a band produced by the girl's father. Against all the values of society, against the law and against his own principles, man corresponds to that sick, fast, intense and devastating passion. He keeps secrets and the question remains for Miche: how far can love endure when faced with truths that were better as lies? She was just a spoiled girl, he a mysterious and independent man, but the reciprocity of her feelings can't be explained. May it be eternal while it lasts. "I love you to infinity, because 'forever', always ends."
That bed, the same one in which Davey and I spent our first and last moments together. That sheet still had its strong cologne, despite being washed so many times. I could see him smiling at me as I closed my eyes. I could see every scene of the little life we had together, each love scene, each companionship scene, each affection scene, each laugh, each pair of bright eyes as they met. And I cried, I cried enough to lose my last strength and go back to sleep.
That bed, the same one in which Davey and I spent our first and last moments together. That sheet still had its strong cologne, despite being washed so many times. I could see him smiling at me as I closed my eyes. I could see every scene of the little life we had together, each love scene, each companionship scene, each affection scene, each laugh, each pair of bright eyes as they met. And I cried, I cried enough to lose my last strength and go back to sleep.
“I keep thinking, where did that good weather go? Where, despite everything we did, we were still innocent, yearning to enjoy life. Where did all that affection between us all go? Despite the fights, we all ended up being like brothers during those four months... Wow, it's only been four months, hasn't it? It feels like years. Where did our parties go? Our laughs and jokes? Where has our nearly forbidden romance gone? Do you remember how we met? Four months ago?”
I didn't want to be weak again, but I knew I was. I didn't want him to know that I'd already given up on his own idea of keeping me clean. And I definitely didn't want to give in and tell him that my sudden return to drugs was because of the pain of losing him. No, I wouldn't. I would go on pretending that everything was fine inside my heart. Yeah, I was going to keep pretending to be the Bert McCracken I always pretended to be.