Needless to say I was on the other side of this particular culture war.
More of a goth / arse end of anarchopunk / industrial thing personally. But we would huddle together with the odd metaller in the face of the extensive violence meted out by the casuals who liked this stuff I guess.Donington Monsters of Rock?
That was very much my parents' thing. My dad once took a girlfriend to see The Scorpions.Donington Monsters of Rock?
That was very much my parents' thing. My dad once took a girlfriend to see The Scorpions.
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There is a lot of brit soul funk that probably hasn’t stood the test of time but you do have a point. There would be a bit of relaxation of hostilities if you could get someone on their own and talk to them about hip hop.One of the things that everybody has to face now is that the stuff that the casuals and the Southern clubbers liked is the only stuff that sounds listenable now.
I could've gone metal. I remember seeing Iron Maiden on Saturday morning TV and thinking they were great. Luckily I was saved by rap.There was one lone metalhead in my year at school and he would proudly plaster half the common room with pages of poodle haired thrash bands from Kerrang magazine. He didn't give a shit that we all found it hysterically funny. It seemed pathetic at the time, but now it seems noble.
You sound like my dad.That fucking film is so miserable. Look at me, I'm a heroin addict and going to kill myself. Oh just fuck off you twat.
Can you ask him if he fancies a pint? I'll send you my number.You sound like my dad.
Yes, that was the way. If you weren't wearing a YSL shirt and Mr Byrite jeans, you were outcasts, united against the enemy, and to hell with whether Conflict were better than Bathory.But we would huddle together with the odd metaller in the face of the extensive violence meted out by the casuals who liked this stuff I guess.