Vocabulary mistakes can suck DIY’s huge balls (“i must remind myself it is a privilege not to follow”*)
Well the story starts back in the November of the devastating year of 2000 (check out Rising Terror’s booklet for more information) in a small city at the north – west of Greece called igoumenitsa. Igoumenitsa is one of the biggest ports in Greece and only one hour (before the trip?) distance with the ferry to corfu. Corfu back then had an interesting sub-scene of hardcore (in general) punk with bands such as ALT T.C, Chaotic Disaster, Nuclear Survive and Anti-Social Corpses. A phone call from doros (mastermind of Alt T.C) some days earlier offered me a mind-fucking burn-out ‘coz he announced me that Alt T.C would play with their +texnia- (an anarchist collective that runs till today concerts and albums of bands in non-commercial, anti-merch style) colleagues Smerna (a great punk band that combined lots of elements from the whole rock genre).
So, we arrived in corfu (me and my best friend) and go straight to the university would took place (we are in 2000, remember?). We arrived there 5 hours earlier than the show propably starts, so it was a nice time to meet other punk fuckers of the island. We slowly started to help each other out with the cleaning, the gear and the stuff and finally some hours later the gig took place.
I can’t remember if Chaotic Disaster demolish their proto-non-technical thrash metal but for one thing I’m sure. Alt T.c were the best band in the whole world for my childhood (they had released their second demo “akoma zontanos” back then, a truly mid-tempo diamond). They started their set with all their hits (!!!!!!!!) and the crowd that consisted of 30 young kids between the ages of 14 to 25 years old starting moshing like no-tomorrow. The first time that I can remember myself gasping for air and the first time I got a knee between my legs (yep, balls/thing). I still remember guys delivers two cover songs, Genoktonia (genocide) from Stress and Stratodikeio from Ex-Humans three times faster, I couldn’t even sing along.
Later, smerna send us to hell with their visual effects (projectors and and crazy videos) with their tremendous lyrics and romantic yet passionate melodic punk. I was so fucking exhausted that the last thing that I remember is my sleep on a broken couch and the sweet taste of Music beauty I had on my lips.
Still today I can’t describe anything as punk – consider how many assholes or major bands describe their selfs as “punk” or “hardcore”. Tll today I believe in diy and running the things yo like – music included – by yourself with your friends. No fucking money, no posers, no shitty stuff…The time is now…
-mikxxx (hit me up: )
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* THE NOW-DENIAL
