Wahrscheinlich braucht es eben jene Mischung aus widrigsten Umständen und einer längst verlustig gegangenen Anything-Goes-Attitüde angepisster Punkrock-Kids in menschenfeindlichen Schimmelmetropolen, um einen derart guten, weil authentischen Hardcore zu produzieren. Möglich aber auch, dass das alles nur nostalgisches Gequatsche ist.
Nicht ganz unähnlich sieht es der Kollege vom Blog "Killed By Death Records", mit dessen netter Anekdote zur Urban Waste -- s/t 7" ich schließen möchte:
Back with a bang! There’s great HC and there’s utterly disgraceful HC. This falls into the first category. This is the real deal. No poses or some kids just discovering HC and singing about how great it is and that we have to mosh, skate and stick together like one while we’re spinning the other generic HC record after another.
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As a poor little punk kid brought up by my mother working her ass off as a nurse there weren’t much money around for her son to buy those tasty punk and HC records coming out in the early 80s.
So what could one do? Steal of course! On the left side of my leather jacket I had ripped a large hole where seven inches nicely fitted in.
On a visit to my father who lived in Stockholm I always payed the several record stores in the capital of Sweden a visit. In the corner of the big hooker street Malmskillnadsgatan in Stockholm they had this really good record store called Record Pool (if my memory serves me). A rainy autumn day in 1983 they had both the Urban Waste and the Cause For Alarm seven inches. I hadn’t heard them but since every punk record released back then where at least decent I didn’t hesitate to pull ’em both into my punk jacket and heading out of there.
Now repeat after me kids and old farts:
I’m not into punk rock.
I’m not into hardcore.
Don’t you try to label me.
Public opinion!
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Urban Waste -- s/t 7" (Even Worse Records / Way Back When Records), 2012