Toronto - Nubs' Eye View

So, what’s up with hardcore kids these days? On the random occasions when I do end up at hardcore shows, I’m amazed by how ridiculous people act. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. Hardcore kids are emo-jocks who are so pumped full of testosterone and love to show how tough and manly they are that they come full circle and end up looking like they’re all trapped in the same sweaty, violent closet. They arrive at shows with their coat-wrack whores, aka their so-called girlfriends, who then stand off to the side and hold their damn coats so they can go into the pit to fight!

TORONTO - NUBS' EYE VIEW

I am in a state of absolute exhaustion right now. I went to the Grind Tour last night at the Opera House and didn’t make it to sleep until 5 AM. The Mad Caddies were playing with Satanic Surfers and the Loved Ones and I honestly cannot tell you who rocked more. All three killed! I went in expecting the Caddies to rock my night (per always) with the Surfers a close second, but holy shit the Loved Ones blew me away. I’d never seen them play before, but had heard good things—still, they are so fucking good!

NEW YORK - NUBS' EYE VIEW

This is the first edition a new semi-monthly column we're doing keeping up on the Toronto punk scene. It's written by our pal Talli, who has spent more time in dingy clubs and basements over the last decade than mold. Her presence at local shows is one of their most consistent features, right behind the disproportionate number of guys and the smell. She was also born with practically no arms and her calves attached at her hips, in case you're wondering.