It is “me, me, me.” It is fast, angry and impatient. It is the childish outburst of a teenager on the brink of adulthood—to be infantile one last time, and let out a cry of anguish for the horrific growing pains and the fear of adulthood. It is solipsistic. There is something about punk rock that is perfectly suited for adolescence.
Friday, August 31, 2007
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