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Friday, August 25, 2006

One Minute Silence

There comes a time where every stuck-up hipster (me included) must take the skeletons out of the closet and let them dance. This time is now. For all my prattling on about indie culture, it's only natural that I have some embarassing secrets.

One of them is this: the first concert I ever attended was Warped Tour 2000. I went to see Anti-Flag and Good Riddance. What's even worse is that my dad insisted my mom attend with me. I know, I know. The only way this could be lamer is if Chris Reeve showed up to laugh at me. I was 15! Still the acceptable age for lameness. The same day, I ran into Tommy Beardsly, West Springfield High Punx Extraordinaire, and we both tried to pawn it off as no big deal that we were at BroFest 2000. I also ran into the drummer for the US Agents, but that's another story altogether.

Anyway, the first band I saw that day was One Minute Silence, a rap rock band from England. And I gotta say, they didn't suck. In fact, they kinda rocked. They were the only group from the nu-metal age that I liked. The punks at West Springfield didn't really accept me (c'mon, I was a pudgy dork extolling on the virtues of Pennywise - lame!), so I was hanging out with some of the Hot Topic kids because, hey, some of the chicks seemed like they were easy. Anyway, when I found out one of them listened to some shit like Korn, I passed them a copy of the One Minute Silence album Buy Now...Saved Later, saying "It's like Limp Bizket read Howard Zinn!" I wasn't proud of myself, but any band that thanked Bill Hicks in the liner notes of their CD deserves at least a little recognition.

I know, I know, it's rap-metal, but it's th ebest rap-metal I've ever heard. Give it a shot. Also, expect this kind of apology when I post songs from Handsome. I promise to go back to hyping poorly-produced punk bands now. I still hate 311. We cool?


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