I often say that you can gauge the health of a city by its punk scene. A punk scene does not discriminate. It accepts all comers.
The action of making a record together with a performer for free, to produce an object etched with sound, as magic and as beguiling a talisman, is as punk as anything I know.
Dimesack – Feed The Dog
La Chancla -Call it A Clasp
I Threw a Chair – Superman