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Pif Magazine
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Anarchy in Small Town Washington : Page 1, 2, 3 But then, punk often springs up from unexpected places. And I suppose that’s another element of its appeal; it’s utterly uncorporate, and usually a labor of love. In a significant way, it’s a lot more fun to see a hungry, up-and-coming band like Hafacat light up a small rural bar than to see some established punk band play an arena. Walking out onto the street, I struck up a conversation with the chief mosh leader of the night, telling him how terrible I thought the management was for discouraging his wild man behavior. "It’s cool," he said with a joyous smile, his shirt sopping with sweat, "it was still a great set, though, huh?" Not even the Man could keep him down after those twelve blistering songs. I had to agree. Turns out he tends bar with Mandy at a local Bremerton pub. Turns out he’s going to Vegas to visit a friend next weekend, and giving a Hafacat demo to a friend of a friend who’s with a label. And so the dream continues. Go see Bad Apples. Go see Betty. And for the love of God, if they come within a four hours’ drive of you, go see Hafacat. This is what the music is all about. Tell us what you think. Email talkback@pifmagazine.com Michael Dunaway is a Georgian by origin, a New Yorker by residence, a hero by night, and a smartass by nature. He miraculously received a BA in English from The University of The South and an MBA in Finance from Cornell University. He may be the only person in the world who's a fan of Beck, Francis Schaeffer, Dante, and the Blue Devils. When he was a kid, he wanted to be just like his daddy. He still does. |
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