V/A- American Hardcore: The History Of American Punk Rock 1980-1986

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When it exploded out of the anxious loins of miscreant teenage America in 1980 with Bad Brains’ epochal and amazing “Pay to Cum”, hardcore was the closest thing to folk music America had produced in decades. The original American punks were aesthetes, poets manqué, Bohemians in the age-old tradition. Hardcore kids, on the other hand, couldn’t give two shits about Rimbaud or Warhol or AM radio in the ‘60s. Instead, they sounded as if they were scrawling invective on the stall wall while they beat their meat red and raw in the high school bathroom.

Yes, hardcore was unrelentingly masculine, not to mention repulsively misogynistic and often homophobic and racist. But its esprit de corps was incredibly infectious and inspirational – there really is nothing more liberating than the moshpit. This is evident on American Hardcore, the exhilarating soundtrack to Steven Blush’s new documentary. Even without the biotic odour and flying bodies – on anthemic tracks like Minor Threat’s fervent “Filler”, MDC’s rousing “I Remember” and Gang Green’s desperate “Kill a Commie”.

It’s no coincidence that the febrile intensity of the vocalists – to say nothing of the guitarists and drummers – collected on American Hardcore resembles holy-roller true believers speaking in tongues. Hardcore was a religion, and this was reflected in lyrics that were naked and unadorned, diary entries set to spasmodic, spirited guitars. However, the devotion was not necessarily to sound, but to mindset, and perhaps this is why punk has cast a stronger, longer lasting shadow across the US than in the UK, and why, even without Green Day swiping Circle Jerks hooks or black metal bands appropriating the vocal style of Negative Approach’s John Brannon and blast beats of just about everyone, hardcore would still be an imposing presence on the American rock scene.

There are some glaring omissions here (no Descendents, Necros, Hüsker Dü or Naked Raygun), and with all of the mp3 blogs devoted to hardcore, you’d think that Rhino would have spiced the package up a bit to entice paying customers. But these are small gripes of what is otherwise a crucial, revelatory collection – more fun than elbowing a stagediving skinhead.



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