The Disables

Nuthin for No One (2005)

formerly-blade-runner

The Australian punk music scene has been become somewhat of a joke. Such a crisis has led me to make the decision to disassociate myself with it until the current trend dies, and it will. A pretentious move I know, but allow me to elaborate on the situation. Every square inch of my favourite music stores are occupied by fashion obsessed thirteen-year-olds, drooling over the new Parkway Drive and Story of the Year releases. Terrible Atreyu wannabe bands playing to bandana-clad ninja fighters in large circles imitating Chuck Norris moves or a second-rate David Carradine. Makeup, girls pants and this thing