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

Insidious Emulation Mode (From the Perspective of a Clone)

[Note: Let’s see how many references my readers will get in this satirical poem.]

Adoration was entitled to the emulators

As I deserved the accolades for being best

Who wants to be first, anyway?

Fighting for medals was a reason of life

I needed no antennae for such a goal

Obstacles to being the pinnacle disappear

With the snap of my gloved fingers

Reaching 9999 levels of power helped

Making sure I won no matter what

I am acclaimed, more than just a carbon copy

You’d be selling me short that way

So all these originals are complaining of my existence, now?

Too bad

Life’s not fair, isn’t it?

Is it really that insidious when you have thousands of adoring fans?

This is the age where clones achieve coronation

Misconstruing Inconvenience as Slavery

Did it really feel like oppression?

Don’t misconstrue everything. Everyone isn’t faring so well with this environment at the moment.

Job opportunities become ghosts, masks are everywhere, and hand sanitizer companies are raking it in.

When the comparisons to slavery came up, there was a serious debate on whether to facepalm or to laugh at the sheer lunacy of a statement such as that.

False equivalency detected!

Funny enough (or sadly enough), those same people are paid handsomely for their careers.

This worldwide inconvenience was a shock to everyone and there are no ill-wishes from me, but the level of stupidity and fallacious rhetoric is laughable if it wasn’t so offensive.

Excuse me while I check to see how much sympathy I have…Sorry, I don’t seem to find any for that kind of argument.

ZAP Records Spotlight: Praiser

It’s been a little while since I talked about some other bands or artists from ZAP Records, but I’ve known these guys for a few years now.

This is Praiser. They are a hardcore/punk band from Hamburg, Germany. They just released a greatest hits album called “20 Again” on ZAP’s Bandcamp page. These guys make some fun music. I like how that can make legitimate punk tunes that are socially conscious, have meaning, and they subvert so many cliches associated with Christian rock despite having that world view. I can’t think of too many other bands of that ilk destroying the Prosperity Gospel, calling out hypocrisy in religious sociopolitical circles, and even criticizing Christians who hold racist, sexist, or homophobic views. Good on them for being brave like that.

You can get this 20 song album for only $8 on Bandcamp. That money goes to making quality DIY independent music instead of some faceless musical conglomerate.

Check out Praiser at the following sites…

http://praiser.de
http://praiser.bandcamp.com
https://www.facebook.com/PryrHardcore/

-Curtis