Wednesday, February 10, 2010

NYC don't make it, you take it!

1980's Punk scene wasn't like anything ever seen before. It had been almost 20 years since Rock music took the stage and had gone from revolutionary to melodic, poetic and pathetic. It had become a watered down mind numbing commercialised Pop radio soup fed to listeners in between commercials that were as repetitive in their rotation as the music itself. Disco had also reared it's ugly head and the polyester jumpsuit wearing slick dicks were lining up at the local dance clubs to Hustle the night away.
Then out of no where, or England, came a new revolution of pissed off go fuck yourself mayhem music. It was basic, loud for no reason other than to just be loud and a battle ground where the war against mediocrity was being fought.
As with any fight worth fighting casualties were taken, friends and loved ones lost. Ground was gained given back and won again only to have succumbed to the temptations of commercial success another 20 year later.
Where will the new line in the sand be drawn?

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