sigh.

Punk rock is like joan rivers.

In an ongoing quest for youth, it continually tears off its own face, pushing and prodding and tightening and twisting until what emerges is a boring old monster that, somehow in the grace of the god, everyone is OK with looking at. This far down the line punk rock has been reshaped so many times it sometimes looks like a busload of 70+ sun burnies in coastal florida, face lifted into an army of lookalikes.

Somewhere along the ride, its mean spirit left the tuneful bands for hardcore and metal, and punk rock filled with melody became nice. and funny. and dull as shit.

inspired? i think not.

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