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Hardcore punk rock supervixens and Afronauts
Swiss zine, early eighties

Swiss zine, early eighties

Necros, 1983, by Murray Bowles

Necros, 1983, by Murray Bowles

concert poster, Switzerland, early eighties

concert poster, Switzerland, early eighties

Misfits, early on, date and photographer unknown

Misfits, early on, date and photographer unknown

Deep Wound, maybe 1983, with Lou Barlow (left) and J Mascis (right)

Deep Wound, maybe 1983, with Lou Barlow (left) and J Mascis (right)

CBGBs sunday matinee crowd, early eighties, photo by Ken Salerno

CBGBs sunday matinee crowd, early eighties, photo by Ken Salerno

Black Flag, 1982, by Fer Youz

Black Flag, 1982, by Fer Youz

Gregg Turner, Angry Samoans: At first, we thought up real terrible names for the band, like the Mind Parasites, or the Frozen. But I used to write for this little fanzine in Carson, which is an industrial suburb that has a big Samoan population. One night I’m out there late, like eleven p.m., and I get out to my car and there’s all these big Samoans wandering around in arbitrary paths of orbit. It looked like a George Romero casting call for strange big ethnic people, and two of them were sitting on the hood of my car. We’re talking maybe a total of 600 pounds. So I bought three six-packs of Rainier beer and gave it to them. We became soulmates, and they gave me their phone number just in case I needed anybody’s ass kicked. They weren’t angry Samoans at all, but that’s where we got the name.
from An Oral History of Hardcore Punk

Gregg Turner, Angry Samoans:¬†At first, we thought up real terrible names for the band, like the Mind Parasites, or the Frozen. But I used to write for this little fanzine in Carson, which is an industrial suburb that has a big Samoan population. One night I’m out there late, like eleven p.m., and I get out to my car and there’s all these big Samoans wandering around in arbitrary paths of orbit. It looked like a George Romero casting call for strange big ethnic people, and two of them were sitting on the hood of my car. We’re talking maybe a total of 600 pounds. So I bought three six-packs of Rainier beer and gave it to them. We became soulmates, and they gave me their phone number just in case I needed anybody’s ass kicked. They weren’t angry Samoans at all, but that’s where we got the name.

from An Oral History of Hardcore Punk

punk rok in Texas, 1978—$3.50

punk rok in Texas, 1978—$3.50