{"id":465,"date":"2007-08-22T19:57:11","date_gmt":"2007-08-23T03:57:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/godammit.com\/2007\/08\/22\/american-hardcore-a-course-in-queer-studies\/"},"modified":"2007-08-22T19:57:11","modified_gmt":"2007-08-23T03:57:11","slug":"american-hardcore-a-course-in-queer-studies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/american-hardcore-a-course-in-queer-studies\/","title":{"rendered":"American Hardcore: A Course In Queer Studies"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I finally saw the documentary “American Hardcore,” and while I’m obviously too old to judge the music of the ‘hardcore’ movement, I know an orgy of homoeroticism<\/a> when I see one.<\/p>\n

The \u00a0featured bands \u00a0are comprised of rebellious \u00a0teenage boys \u00a0who’d rather jump around on a stage, screaming bloody murder, than go to school or get a job. Not that I blame them, of course. Their fans are basically the same demographic, who come to shows ready to punch and wrestle with other audience members.<\/p>\n

The scenes at these shows are like mini-riots, but the sweaty young males are frantic with excitement as they shove and pummel each other. There are no women anywhere in sight: It’s a strictly male enthusiasm. Who needs girls when you can watch the young Henry Rollins prancing around in his underwear?<\/p>\n

When we meet the band members as they are today, they all seem like lonely \u00a0bachelors who still wear black t-shirts and can’t really move on from their memories of former glory. They speak of each other in reverential tones: Vinnie Stigma, Joey Shithead, who can forget them?<\/p>\n

The music is awful (oops, I forgot!) but it’s fun to observe a subculture so gay and seemingly unaware of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"