Wasted Life
Wasted Life – February 2005
I love New York hardcore, but I hate the XXL basketball jerseys, track suits and gold chains. I love thick-neck hardcore with gnarly breakdowns, but I’m so bored of bands where the singer slowly yells “muuuthafuuucka!” in his best hard-ass voice right before the mosh part during songs about the mean streets, the crew and
Wasted Life – December 2004
YDI Will Fuck Your Spotlight Up and Make You BleedAre you ready? All right! Ready to die? Not without a fight! I am not your mindless sheep Follow no shepherd to the slaughter I can make blood flow like water I think murder day and night But you can’t put me away Not without a
Wasted Life – November 2004
Wasted Life November 2004: S.M.D. “Started back in 1990, always drunk, always rowdy People say we play too loud, and we bring a fucked-up crowd You paid two bucks at the door, now you’re lying on the floor Broken nose and busted lips, that’s what you get in the pit You’ll never play here again,