Hardcore punk was once belligerent. In the genre’s infancy, bands couldn’t play their instruments and vocalists barely sang a note in tune, but none of that mattered when the room was bursting with like minded beings. All of sudden the social outcasts found a creative channel for their day-to-day hardships; a moment in your life where your frustrations evaporate into nothingness.
This Is Hardcore: No Warning – Ill Blood
