Didn't make much of an impact, you might think. The country wasn't swept with punk fashion the way it went for Disco-Quiana in the 70s. But it morphed into New Wave, which accommodated the old snarly punk and peppy poppy stripped-down tunes. One band had leather jackets; the other thrift-store suits with skinny ties. Then the dark look forked off into emo and Bog knows what other genres.

What didn't last were POGO ANYONE? buttons. Perhaps they were secretly devised as poseur locating devices. We wore a lot of buttons, but anything that was specifically punk was shriekingly inauthentic.

Well, there you have it! A look at the last spasm of the miserable 70s. Everyone in this book is in their late 50s. Or dead.

Which is really punk, man. Shock!

Did I say SHOCK? SHOCK! Hey mom and dad, are you shocked? Mom? Dad? LOOK AT MEEEEEEE.