I was at a friend's house recently. This friend was a bit of a middle-aged punk: A guy that lived through the so-called "punk" movement and, naturally, looked fondly upon that time in his life so much so that he hangs on it still a bit too much. He decided to put a record on the turntable. It was apparently punk rock from a country in Asia. China, maybe.
About 30 seconds in, it was clear that we weren't feeling it.
Punk has its place: In the bedroom of a 16-year-old kid.
Sorry Ian MacKaye. Time to grow up.
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