To butcher an oft-coined phrase, writing about punk is like slam-dancing about astrophysics; the latter remains a far more compelling way to spend your weekend. Particularly since the word "punk" means nothing anymore, or, worse yet, seems to mean everything. Lord help us, it's a "vibe," an "aesthetic" now. You know it when you see it. Like obscenity.... More >>>
Well, at least someone still plays punk: The Enemies serenade Lookout!.