Punk rock was never a crime, nor vulgar for that matter. Rather, given the state of the gradual, grotesque material denial and standardization Western culture has found itself in over the past century, punk rock was a viable and inevitable cry for catharsis and meaning; a legitimate, massive grassroots attempt at achieving transcendance and relief from the punishing treadmill that is modern life.

The fact that such a cry came via the medium of the art community is thus neither peripheral nor incidental. Rather, it is definitively indicative of the nature of collective psychic revolts against mental cultural mediocrity, a most insidious residual of the constant, degradating oppression accompanying Market Fundamentalism.

Punk is the gut-lyrical fulfillment of the promises of Post-Modernism; the essential sentiments of Albert Camus, put to hard, fast music.

“Modern Life Is Rubbish” - Blur, 1993

“I don’t believe illusions cos too much is real
So stop your cheap comment…
Cos we know what we feel”

- Pretty Vacant, Sex Pistols, 1977

“They’re gonna have to introduce conscription
They’re gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, I got no choice”

- Career Opportunities, The Clash, 1978