Sometimes you live through things that end up being important in ways you and your dumbass friends don’t realize at the time. I was deeply in but not completely a part of the Brooklyn Hardcore scene. I love those mooks and enjoyed the atmosphere of their shows, but musically I was bent towards unlistenable post-industrial and spooky bullshit.
Eddie McNamara, author of Brooklyn Hardcore, has been a friend, confidant, sounding board and grounding influence since we both hopped on the same B9 and headed to High School together. His novel (and earlier cook book) are well worth the read, as is this linked article
Brooklyn Hardcore in the ‘90s: Hardcore Punk Without the Punk
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