By “monkeys,” this idiot is referring to the Ecuadorian population in town. I know I shouldn’t be surprised by shameless ignorance at this point but damn…
WHOOOIAAAAAA THERE WAT???????????????
EXCITEMENT LEVEL ZERO #3
The writing is strong, concise, on point, and always full of bile. This guy must grind his teeth and have bad posture. Pat grounds the mag immediately with a direct introductory spiel that tells you that he’s strongly affected by other people polluting the only thing he cares about, which is hardcore. “For chrissakes, have a fucking spine. It’s okay to not like Hoax, Crazy Spirit or The Boston Strangler.”
American hardcore:this fanzine takes particular issue with the effect that the internet has had on hardcore in that country. I can relate to that position. I shared it for a long time. Now, I’m of the opinion that one can’t avoid the pollution. It was always there and it’ll always be there, it’s part of the human physiology. If you’re healthy, it’s inconsequential to your existence, it’s a minor inconvenience like getting the flu every winter or stepping in dog shit (or, in my neighborhood, human shit) now and then.
This world is full of pollution, and hardcore is not a safe space from it. It’s disgusting and full of fear and self loathing. You could spend your life worrying about spending time around sick people, but if you’ve a healthy constitution, you’re not going to get sick and they’re useful for perspective, useful to laugh at.
This isn’t the defining tone of the mag, for certain, but it’s indicative and continues within the Mad World interview, an amusing read in the spirit of all the above criticisms of wasted energies in scene degradation lamentation.
Excitement Level Zero is a direct, no bullshit read, one of the most promising new US hardcore rags.
Time to Die
DAYTONA BEACH, 1999
In 1999, award-winning Magnum photographer Eli Reed set off to document spring break in Daytona Beach, Florida. Having watched the white kids getting hysterically drunk and “trying to crawl up inside the backside of uncaring contestants” in wet t-shirt competitions, he moved on to the black spring breakers who were doing much better things, like driving around with albino pythons and stuff.