Title: Right city, wrong person, wrong tme
Product review: The DC punk subculture that Elliot satires and critiques is much different from the one I knew. Elliot moved to DC about a decade too late - after the punk/hardcore underground had long been drained of its choler & fury, replaced by apathy and infiltrated by confused, bourgeois transplants with delicate ideas. Elliot, not surprisingly, btiches about the state of affairs in DC punk, lives and works in all the trendy spots, starts an emo band, rubs shoulders with aging sXe scensters, and then promptly leaves. Too bad. Underneath the camouflage of Elliot's DC is a tremendously interesting city; flavored with Go-Go music, endless summer heat, and some of the most eclectic, gritty neighborhoods on the East Coast. That's hardcore.
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