No space for humble, amateur beginnings.
Behold, emotional hardcore's very own parallel to The Big Bang.
The threads have always ran amok wherever the highly controversial term rose from, right? I'm looking at you, lionhearted gatekeeper.
Influential D.C figures by the likes of Husker Du, Moss Icon or even Squirrel Bait had already set off for something beyond punk's meat-headed musical ethics, but only Rites of Spring had tied together what it meant to fuck up your vocal cords or play your ...
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