One of the most popular questions asked amongst young boys and girls; “What do you look for in a ‘significant other’?” Is it the coon tails dyed to symmetrical perfection in a young lady’s extensions? Is it the positioning of the sock in your beau’s size 0 skinny jeans from Forever 21? The way 15 facial piercings glint in the summer sun? Maybe it’s the sweet smell and sight of an oversized Aquanet can ravaging teased hair? There are hundreds of reasons for wanting to date within your “scene”. So grab a pair of safety scissors and trim down those side bangs, because there are a few things you’ll want to be on the lookout for in order to pick your ideal scene mate.
Let’s start with the boys of the scene… what you’re going to want to do first and foremost is open a new tab from myspace and go to google. Search for a list of phobias or diseases and pick the most obnoxious word possible, and add it to your myspace name. You could also image search some siq grindcore bands you’ve never heard of and take their banners to post on your profile. Extra points if you can’t read the flashing font! Now that you sound as brutal as they come, you’ve got to look the part. Don’t worry about having to come up with something creative.. you’re an individual and it couldn’t be anything but original. Ask mummy for a few dollars and head over to the dollar store for a pack of those fun scissors with the funky shaped edges. Cut your hair to where it either falls over one eye, or unevenly manages to cover both but, no matter which you choose, you have to be sure that the back of your hair is shorter and thinner. This will make it easier to spread the pomade you’re going to have to steal from your little sister, and you can always add extensions to cover the hack job later. It’s totally manly. If you’ve got a comfortable fitting pair of briefs, I suggest you put those on so it’ll support the doubled socks you’ve got to fit in there. Pseudo buldge > moose knuckle. Now, lay on your back at the edge of your racecar bed and squeeze that feminine arse into those 0’s! Slip on your Norma Jean tee, fix your hair up, and ask mum to borrow the car. You’ve got yourself a myspace date! Oh, don’t forget your argyle socks and slip-ons!
Now, ladies! Copying Kat Von D’s style isn’t going to get Bradley Bronchitis to notice you. It’s 2009, you’ve got to take a step back, girlfran! Ask your older brother/sister to take you to the nearest thrift store and pick out the brightest pair of jeans you can find and a few t-shirts with vertical stripes or print you’d find on an infant’s onesie. Don’t be sad that you couldn’t find any pegged pants – DIY is all the rage. When you get home, immediately cut the collar off of all your shirts so that the sleeves hang from your bony little shoulders. Get the password to acess the interwebs and find the easiest tutorial to peg your jeans, but be sure to take them in a few sizes more than necessary. You want them to strangle your Ethiopian hips, not hug them!
Top off your new chic outfit with a pair of brightly coloured knock-off kicks, and you’re ready to move to hair and makeup. Don’t worry if your mother made you get that $5 butch cut at Great Clips. You should’ve already been to Sally’s to pick up bleach, six different dyes, and your extensions. Now grab your battery powered boom box covered in a million band stickers you picked up from @warped09, and crank dat Spill Canvas!
First, you’ll want to cut your extensions into small sections. Put the glue on the part that looks like it goes on your scalp, and slap it on. Doesn’t matter where it goes or what it looks like, there’s no way you could look trashy even if yo tracks is showin’! Now mix up the pink, blue, black, green, purple, and orange dye all together… it’ll make a brilliant colour that everyone will love. First destroy your scalp by bleaching out your hair (preferably 3-4 times to get that albino-white shade) and the last few pieces of the extentions. Grab the dye brush and go crazy! Create stripes over those coarse pieces of hair that belong to a horse that you and PETA fought so hard to protect. After you’ve washed all of the dye out in the bathroom sink, don’t bother cleaning up the mess (that’s what mummy is for) and go straight to the computer. Locate Bradley’s screen name, the one with all the xXxXx’s in it and tell him that you’re ready for him to come and pick you up. Pray that he knows how to get the child safety off of the lighter you stole out of your parent’s bedroom because you’re dying for a Camel Wide. Take your time applying your neon green, pink and white eye shadow, because we all know how reliable MapQuest REALLY is. When mum shouts that “some girl” is outside to pick you up, slap on some bright red lipstick, grab your zebra print tote bag and get out there!
Make sure to compliment Bradley Bronchitis on his newest display pic, because the angle suggested that he’s really upset about his life. Now that the two of you are together, you should probably turn Hollywood Undead up so your shitty stereo drowns out the boring conversation that you two will later make into MySpace bulletins. Ugh! FINALLY you’re at the venue! You’re going to want to take a few minutes in the car because Ashton Apostrophe’s chonies will be soaked due to all of the tattooed band members unloading stuff into the back door. After you’re both cooled off and you’ve got X’s on the backs of your hands, you might as well just stay outside until the only breakdown you heard on MTV from the headlining band finally comes. Help Ashton with her child safety lighter and watch her chain smoke while you ridicule her, when really? You can’t wait to get home and wash those X’s off so you can smoke on the side yard where your parents can’t see you.
You know they’re about to play the song you really wanted to dance to, so take that bandana out of your back pocket, tie it around the lower half of your face, and get in that pit! Punch your date in the face and scream “NO CLIT IN THE PIT” and proceed to shuffle around like you’ve got Parkinsons. Don’t worry about hitting anyone, you’ll just get praise from David DenialTM when you tell him on AIM later. But hey, you have no time to waste after the show. It’s time to get in the car and take your date to a remote area, like a nearby cemetery, and get your mack on. Don’t worry about getting your snakebites caught on hers.. the way you tongue at each other violently will eventually break them loose. Now have her look away so you can quickly unzip, pull the socks out, and be one step closer to having one of the biggest myspace celebs paint your manhood Revlon red.
After you part ways, you’re going to want to post the picture with the most comments of your significant other on your profile. The rest of your relationship will be based on keystrokes – strict cyber sex - because we know how much it hurts Ashton Apostrophe’s feelings that Bradley Bronchitis’ hair looks way better than hers. Send lots of cute comments to each other, like pictures of weirdos with a romantic sunset making hearts together with their hands.
Don’t worry if he breaks up with you through a really long and drawn out message. He really did love you for those six textual nights. Just post really suggestive bulletins about some arse that broke your heart then move directly to the “Browse” tab. Gotta keep it consistent girlfriend. Bradley is already at third base with Kelly Kataklyzm.
Happy dating, ballbags.









Music, like everything else in life, is an ever-evolving, ever-progressing animal. It must be this way in order to survive as an art form, otherwise it grows stagnant and dies. It’s always moving forward (and sometimes backwards) into new and different places, constantly adapting to an ever-changing world. Music affects a culture as much as the culture affects the music, and this – amongst many other factors – is why you have trends. Right now in terms of the aggressive underground side of things, deathcore is all the rage. Suicide Silence, Bring Me The Horizon, Whitechapel, and Winds of Plague are just a few of the more popular examples. A few years ago, it was melodic metalcore that was big with bands like Atreyu and Avenged Sevenfold. Before that, faster, more punk-oriented hardcore had made a comeback and bands like American Nightmare and Bane were ruling the underground circuit while nu-metal had became the biggest thing since grunge to hit the mainstream. The point is, every form of music has it’s day in the sun, popularity-wise, and what’s “hip” is always changing. Over the past few years we’ve seen a huge resurgence in the popularity of extreme, aggressive music, with the whole New Wave of American Heavy Metal movement as well as the rise in popularity of metalcore and deathcore. With this comes a lot of exciting, unique and talented artists that are pushing the boundaries of what you would call hardcore and metal, as well as a considerably higher amount of horrific, soulless drivel that makes more discerning music-lovers such as myself cringe and long for the “good ol’ days.”
Mind you, with the exception of The Misfits, I’m not a fan of anything Glenn Danzig has done, but what bothered me was the attitude these kids had towards not knowing their roots. They straight up said “we don’t care about that old shit!” This is an attitude I’ve seen shared by a large number of newer kids, and I feel that it directly contributes to underground aggressive music nowadays essentially being a massive sea of shit, punctuated by the occasional gem here and there. Bands like Suicide Silence and the like obviously listen to Cannibal Corpse and Slayer, but then you have the hundreds of bands that rip off Suicide Silence and I bet you the majority of those kids have never listened to a single Cannibal Corpse song. I bet most of them haven’t even heard of Morbid Angel or Suffocation, and most probably wouldn’t give any of the aforementioned bands a chance. All they care about is their breakdowns and their two steps, and would rather post the “Top 10 Br00tal Keyboard Breakdowns Of All Time” on Youtube than actually take the time to look beyond what’s easily accessible and well-marketed.
Then there was networking with friends and acquaintances that I had met through going to shows and constantly discussing different bands. “Oh bro, you gotta hear this band Poison the Well! They’re fucking crazy! They got like metal parts and breakdowns, but still have like a hardcore vibe, but they got some emo singing parts!” I remember the first time I saw Poison the Well was at Gilman shortly after they had put out “The Opposite of December.” By attending this show I got into two bands that I had previously been unaware of – Unearth and Sworn Enemy, both of which were still fairly new at that point. All of this led to a very rewarding and interesting musical experience for me, both as a music lover and as a musician.
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