Tag: Hardcore

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FYW Bob Mould

Flip Your Wig: Bob Mould’s “See a Little Light”

The very medium of the autobiography infuriates me. Not quite a memoir, the author retreads his or her life with, at best, a sequential recount of old conflicts culminating in a hazy cloud of experience that condensates into something resembling a worldview. At their worst, they are little more ego-masturbation exercises designed as expensive paperweights. However, I put my reservations aside once I saw that one of my few non-familial heroes had recently released one of his own. Considering how much I have jawed about how much the music of Bob Mould (Hüsker Dü, Sugar) has meant and continues to hold meaning for me, I was compelled to suspend by frustrations with the genre to learn more about this man. At a minimum, I wanted to learn more about what caused Bob to write music that has saved my life and touched countless others. At best, I hoped to construct a full picture of a man who overcame a violent childhood and his inner demons to tour the world and remain a visible figure in both the music and GLBTQ communities at large. Nervous, I opened the cover with a glass of tea and braced myself for the worst.

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Flip Your Wig - Zen Arcade

Flip Your Wig – Hüsker Dü “Zen Arcade”

Look, there’s no way I can be partial or unbiased about this record. It’s my favorite record of all time. It helped me get out of many a dark spell. It opened my ears to music beyond oldies radio and whatever mall punk was being handed over to me by Hot Topic (yes, I had a overly baggy pants and black t-shirt phase, don’t ask). Zen Arcade even helped me define what I felt it was to be an adult, and yes, even help me sort out questions of my sexual identity. It is the kind of life-affirming and life-saving work that anyone who has ever felt lost, dejected, hated, confused or self-loathing can put on and feel that they have at least three people in their lives that can understand them. Even though it’s rooted in early-20 angst, it’s far more worldly and universal than other rock operas that have been released.

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Flip Your Wig – Botch “We Are The Romans”

Welcome Gay-Nerds’ biweekly highlight of music from members of the GLBT community and their allies. Since I’ve been writing this column, I’ve found it increasingly more difficult to keep my inner fan in check while I write. This frustration is almost at a boiling point as I look back on Botch’s ridiculously influential “We Are The Romans”. The modern metal masterpiece has been stolen from and bastardized more than nearly any other document in heavy music over the last decade, even by bands who have probably stolen it from second hand sources (even subconsciously). However, I promise, dear readers, I will keep my anger towards those thieves in control as I review this; hopefully someone, somewhere will notice these crimes, stand up, and beat the hair product out of those gold digging swindlers.

But I digress…

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Flip Your Wig – Botch "We Are The Romans"

Welcome Gay-Nerds’ biweekly highlight of music from members of the GLBT community and their allies. Since I’ve been writing this column, I’ve found it increasingly more difficult to keep my inner fan in check while I write. This frustration is almost at a boiling point as I look back on Botch’s ridiculously influential “We Are The Romans”. The modern metal masterpiece has been stolen from and bastardized more than nearly any other document in heavy music over the last decade, even by bands who have probably stolen it from second hand sources (even subconsciously). However, I promise, dear readers, I will keep my anger towards those thieves in control as I review this; hopefully someone, somewhere will notice these crimes, stand up, and beat the hair product out of those gold digging swindlers.
But I digress…

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Flip Your Wig – Limp Wrist “Discography”

Sweaty hardcore bro pile up is imminent

Welcome to Gay-Nerds biweekly highlight of music from members of the GLBT community and their allies. I love punk rock. I love venturing to shows and watching people slug it out in pits, yelling along to all of the words, seeing up and coming bands cycle through their first appearance in Connecticut (and struggling to come up with a clever story about it). For the night, you and an entire room of strangers are like family, helping each other off the ground, spilling beer all over one another, and declaring love for one another even though you’ve only just met.

However, it also can be an uncomfortable place to be different. There are always “those guys” who feel the need to assert their authority and muscle by picking fights with the 130 pound wusses like myself in front. Depending on who’s playing, different kinds of people show up. More often than not, the more macho the band, the more likely you’re going to find tough guys who need to prove how ridiculously macho they are. These guys (and girls) follow in packs. Fights can break out and sometimes the police can get involved. For a genre that champions individuality and fighting against what confines and degrades you, I’ve found an alarming number people who just want to make you feel miserable for existing in their space, and those few sour attitudes ruin the whole thing for everyone.

All of the above goes double for hardcore punk. The music is faster, the performances and crowds are much more physical, the stances are often more militant, and the audience is almost entirely young, white, male, and heterosexual. I’ve only been to a few strictly hardcore shows, but I can’t help but feel like I’m back in high school, except everyone is trying to stomp the shit out of one another.

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