Glorified Clique (Pathetic Subcultures)

You’ve got downtuned guitars and heavy-gauged strings

You must be SO hardcore

Claiming to be from this or that major city

Despite living in cushy suburbs about an hour away

Let’s not even get to the pop punk brats

Whining about “this town”, breakups, and friends

Put the pizza down and realize you’re not oppressed

Twenty and even thirtysomethings have high school mindsets

Disguising their cliques as “the scene”

Thank the Divine for COVID world shutting your concerts down (No wishes for the pandemic to harm anyone, of course)

And blocking your Hot Topic-core fashion shows that just happen to have live music

The entitlement was so strong it’s actually pathetic

As trust fund babies want to be fueled with hate (while secretly wanting the ramen, too)

To look all big and bad

There’s only so much that could help the scene

Suburbia was certainly a matrix of sorts in blasting these dime-a-dozen wannabe Rise Records fake screamo tunes

Drop A?

For like dropping a reality from their perception

Your subculture is a bloody sham

Calming down with some Angolan metalcore (Starring Before Crush)

I recently watched a documentary called Death Metal Angola which was really fascinating and I recommend it for those who like heavy music or at least African culture.

One of the bands featured in that doc is Before Crush (pardon the grammatical aspect of their name). They’re from Benguela, Angola and play metalcore music. While I’m not a fan of that type of music, they do a good job and they’re lyrics have more substance than your typical whiny suburban fake tough-guy scenecore band. They have lyrics about African culture, positive messages, and historical elements involving the Angolan Civil War that lasted from the 70s until the early 00s.

I know the irony of relaxing to this kind of music, but I wanted a break from some of the self-loathing posts I’ve made recently while trying to balance between life, work, and NaNoWriMo.