We're the Youth of Today!

So the other day I went to the pawn shop/junk store on the corner of my block to look for records. At the moment I'm living in a primarily West Indian neighborhood, so I'm always hoping to score reggae and soca and etc. albums at places like this. So far I've turned up a few gems, which might make their way to this blog once I get a pre-amp for my turntable.

Sometimes, though, I come across stuff that I really just didn't think I'd come across:


I wonder who pawned this thing? For $2, though, I'll take it.

I always liked the Plasmatics, even though they were sort of a crummy band, all around. The concept was great, even if I'm not entirely sure what it was. And when it came to punk/metal hybrids at that time, these guys were about as fun to listen to as D.R.I. or the Cro-Mags. The important distinction being that the Plasmatics were fiction, and bands like the Cro-Mags were non-fiction.

Did the Plastmatics ever link up with Troma? If not, they certainly should have. Anyway, these guys were like a distillation of everything good about those weird mutant street gangs who turned up in movies like Deathwish 3 and the Class of Nuke 'Em High. You know what I'm talking about? Fictional gangs of weirdos where everyone is just violent because they're weird. They all fight with like switchblades and clubs, and they all have names like "Deuce" and "Strangler" or something.

Possibly the best scene in American cinematic history, from The Class of Nuke 'Em High:


Stirring, no? That movie is a stone cold classic. Why doensn't anyone make shit like this anymore? What's wrong with everyone?