Last night, walking across the Burnside Bridge towards Old Town I came across an impromptu open air Halloween gig in the car park underneath, opposite the old Disjecta building. There were about 150 kids standing around, 3(!) of whom were moshing, while the band thrashed out angry, energetic metal and everybody looked menacing as fuck:DRUMMER IN THE DARK: Scary as a Von Trier movie…

Normally I hate the kind of music the band was playing and I have no idea how to categorize it, which makes me feel old. But there was an energy down there like the rave scene in my country, albeit without the obvious presence of cops. I was 12 when the rave scene got going, so I’m going on second-hand information, but still: I’ve been resisting that “create a fall memory” ad for pumpkin milkshakes—hplergh!—and I’d like to thank these kids for gifting me a better and less creamy, orange alternative.

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