A brief moment of theatrical self-debasement, popularized by the spotty and dispossessed. By the time this came out it was over, but any hip movement is done the moment anyone else finds out about it.
This book lets you find the proper balance of style and ugliness.I'll give it this much: it's from 1977, so the corpse of punk was still twitching.
What, you think punk was alive in 1978?
You weren't there, were you.