Eighteen Visions – Yesterday Is Time Killed

 

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These stupid Orange County faggots went to hair school and ended up pioneering a decade of movement emasculating men at hardcore and metalcore shows by making them use hairspray and grow out their bangs so they look indistinguishable to their female counterparts at local concerts and shows. LOL. Seriously, this band was at the forefront of pioneering the whole fashioncore nonsense where men wore their sisters' pants to shows while attempted to flail and spinkick with constricted-blood-access to their scrotum (due to their attires being too tight for their physical frames). As emasculated and fucking gay as that was, compared to this day and age (or nineties before their time), the point is at least they made a distinctive fashion statement. It's one thing to all collectively look like metrosexual faggots, because that was the staple of their generation (which I found gay as hell). But it's another thing when this new generation of Zoomers (Doomers) have absolutely NO fashion frame of reference to go by, especially in 2023.

Hardcore is one of those things, where it was impossible to really talk about, or justify, what the subculture's fashion statement is. It was either 'our appearance is to dress normal, like jocks or hips, but say we are technically completely against conformity', or even worse, "we just dress however the fuck you want because our subculture doesn't have a clear definition but we are uniquely collective in some strange way".

When you realistically analyze fashion in hardcore, it makes no sense. In fact it's actually one of those things that, when you are FORCED to explain to outsiders in logical, lament, or frank terms, it sounds so cringy and stupid, that you wish you would have never made such a sociological analysis or spew such diatribe. So it's best if followers just stated that "we dress however the fuck we want". Because, to otherwise imagine the confusion rolling down your third cousin's eyes, when you go off on a tangent while showing her pictures of your impressionable bands and crews during a family reunion, you are inviting more confusion than answers. They are mostly gonna be like 'uhh, ok, that's cool and interesting, but I still don't get it... You guys are heavy metal punk dudes, right? Much like you, my dad from the fifties buzzcut like you. My lil bro goes to college and wears varsity. And that one band dud's dog tag and XL right-side t-shirt logo reminds me of some jock idiot from my local gym.' 

You realize your community makes no sense but you're so passionate about it. So as you try to express your case passionately like the sore loser you are, the family reunion ends with you getting your ass beat by in-laws, because you attempted to windmill at their face like a scrawny fucking pussy.

Good job on never being invited to another family reunion again faggot

HXC