When we're not living in the now, surfing on the surging wave of these two thousand pre-teens, we lovingly hark back to the golden age of punk, that sweet-smelling era that spanned the late 70s and early 80s. Musically, everything was rightly fucked and weird, sharply edged at a time when the popular drift was toward fear-mongering and conservatism. Though radical in ideal, actual jams were congruently economic in presentation - shit was simultaneously theoretical and real. And shit should still be, shouldn't it? We... (read more)
Artists in this story: Sic Alps