After being involved in several different music scenes over the years I have felt the glow of living through the salad days and the golden age. But things always have a way of crashing back down to earth, usually at the hands of someone seeking to exploit the passion of others for their own benefit, ie "Scene Killers".
Take for example this shirt for sale on Chop Cult by Omega Red, aka Mike French:

It seems innocent enough, the song title of an old S.O.D song reprinted on a t-shirt meant to appeal to old punks who ride v-twin suicide machines with a hint of Frankie Goes To Hollywood. Cheeky.
But dig a little further into his classifieds and you see he is selling his copy of the recent Street Chopper which featured this shirt by Loveless 68:

I hate this shit. It is what kills scenes; petty thievery leads to choosing sides and disintegration. It is the opposite of brotherhood and inspiration. There really ought to be no room for this, or maybe this is the beginning of the end. Ugh...
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