Punk Rock Kids These Days
Last night we went to the Knitting Factory’s punk rock cover band night. Going to all-ages shows with little modern punks always trips me out. I don’t mean Green Day punks or whatever the hell they are calling punk this week. I mean kids who put on a costume of what we were wearing back in 1981. They mix it up with some new wave and metal crap that would have branded them a poseur way back when, but they are basically 1980s punk revivalists. They listen to the 70s and 80s punk bands and slam dance. It’s like having a bunch of little mini-me’s running around. There was a news report on punk rock back in 1983 that edited together slam dancing footage with Paul Lynde singing “Kids” from Bye Bye Birdie. It was genius editing. I kept hearing that song in my head all night.
We arrived in time to catch the end of the Clash City Rockers. The guitar and bass player were on target, but the drums were kind of weak and the singer just didn’t have the heart. I mean, if you aren’t living in London in the 70s when everyone was on the dole, how can you really sell it? The band played White Riot way too slow. It ruined the song. When the singer intoned, “…I want a riot…white riot…I want a riot of my own” I just did not believe that he really wanted a riot. He wanted a Mercedes. That I could believe. There just doesn't seem to be any point to having a cover band without any kind of a twist or a gimmick to make it fresh.