I imagine a reconstructed scene in the aftermath of a shardcore show in ´91:
A mixed sweaty crowd slowly breaks up and reforms. There re some bony kids changing out their soaked tees with some fresh ones in the outskirts of the room. Shirts sporting obscure but prominent band names or the common cause of It s ok not to drink, carefully chosen out of the closet collection, brought along in Thrasher rucksacks. Together with a pair of extra Champion or Nike socks, 20 Xerox copies of some fanzine supposed to be pushed out during the rest of the night, Maximum Rock n Roll or Transworld Skateboarding magazines, maybe even, in the case of the most extreme and the biggest fashion victims, a copy of Bhagavad Gita As It Is or Das Kapital.
Some ass lickers stand in line to stutter out a cliché or two to the US band or even their roadies, and of there s of course a bunch of guys flocking around the 2 ugly and nerdy females present in the room. The few anarcho-punks, crusties or plain thugs or drunks around are wasted by now and harass people for being so goddamn clean and straight, with words like “fascist”,“Nazi” or “preppie”.
Elsewhere in the club, social fractions gather together to exchange items, experiences and knowledge(down to the smallest detail), a cluster of social activity that, in the deepest sense, confirms a hunt of identity and truth Keywords are 1st pressings,colored vinyl,demos,fanzines or flyers. Some discuss the show, others the edge,skateboarding, abortion, vivisection or, last but not least, the issue of nutrition and exploitation of animals. By ´91 the talk of the veggie had went to extremes; being vegetarian was not something to brag about anymore, it was more like the least to expect and maybe even kind of “faggot”. Plain vegetarianism had already been absorbed into the basic concept, the default, of sXe “philosophy”, now the coolest thing around was veganism, just like Hare Krishna was replaced by Hard Line as popular "controversial" subject.