I grew up with an older sibling who was listening to a veritable buffet of varying genres of music at an early age. This meant that I would often be exposed to blasts of Fleshtones, Dead Kennedys, Big Black(don't *you* wanna change your name to Santiago Durango?) Public Image Limited and - holding breath? - Art of Noise while practice kissing my Corey Hart Boy in the Box album cover. My growing curiousity and insatiable appetite about/for music took on a very unique shape. By about 13 I was digging on some pretty 'out there' stuff and what you'll see below was one of my favourite videos from that time. In the 80's this kind of flagrant punkery was regarded with gasps (from frightened parents) and cheers (the kids).
And it's still gold Ponyboy.
Give it up for...
