Hardcore is loud and free. It is hard to miss as it comes booming through with its crash of a cymbal and loud chants. It is often the voice of the misunderstood and the cry of the revolution.
It may only be rock ‘n’ roll, but we like it and live it. Quenching our tuneful thirsts, we stretch our metal heads to capacity with musical knowledge, spin and re-spin records and seek out new artists when stuck in the dreaded “rut.”
I consider myself fairly open-minded about most things. I respect the opinions of others when it comes to many issues, including those that I consider most sacred. If you want to bash my political views, go for it. If you say that you hate horror movies, I’ll smile and respect your decision to have bad taste. But, there is one subject that I cannot allow others to badmouth: my music.