A Consumer Guide To Rock's Last Drag

by Robert Drizzle Duncan

[Well we couldn't leave you hanging with last month's comprehensive Guide To English Punk so we sent Robert Duncan, hopped up with tetanus shots, out into his adopted city to file this report. More CREEM writers will be set loose on the streets of other cities, so stay tuned for more punk reports. —Ed.]

Let's get this straight. I refuse to call this crap New Wave. New Wave cinema was pretentious enough, so I will not suffer New Wave music. First of all, for the most part, it's not new and it's not any sort of wave (more akin to light chop, if you ask me). Secondly, it's Punk Rock—no, make that punk rock, small p, small r—as in just another bunch of snotty punks trying to play rock 'n' roll. Punk rock is what it started as, and punk rock is what it'll finish as—soon, I hope.