Cholo goth. Makes total sense. The cultural iconography dovetails seamlessly -- skulls, lace, candles, saints and crucifixes. The music draws on heartbreak, alienation, angst, making it perfect for dystopian youth of all races.
"When the smack begins to flow, then I really don't care anymore" a man recites in front of a packed chapel in north London choking back the tears. This is not your ordinary Sunday afternoon church service. Instead it is a memorial for Lou Reed, held a week after the musician's death.
Author Tony Fletcher's excellent new memoir draws from that well in this charming page-turner about his experience in London from 1972 through 1980. So charming is his narrative that I forgot I was reading about his life during his most formative teenage years.
It may seem that I'm diggin' in the dirt. Gettin' back to my punk rock roots. Well, some of my favorite new music does seem a wee bit primal, oui? And some of it is even out this world. But all of this music is party playlist-worthy for any weekend getaway.