Violent, loud and short, Minor Threat's
self-titled release is a fantastic punk album. I wish I had had a copy of
it back when I was trying to break my neck during my Vision Street Wear days, but I was much less cool
than I aspired to be. Most people associate Fugazi with MacKaye and Minor
Threat, but the band really owes just as much if not more to Rites of Spring,
the more obscure and weirder
post-punk band of singer and guitarist Guy Picciotto.
As far as Fugazi's overall popularity
goes, though, I think Minor Threat's status in the canon locked in place what
people would feel about everything Fugazi
would put out later. In other words, in private you may not have understood
how anyone could listen to "End Hits," but in a court
of law you'd still testify that the dudes who made it are rad.
I think people are also in love
with their style their lifestyle, the way they tour, their mini DIY empire
and record label, Dischord, and the way they maintain an iron grip of control
on it all. The $5 shows, the cheap CDs through Dischord, the
style='font-family:GriffithGothicBlack'>refusal to sell out to a bigger
label those kinds of things are a big part of the mystique. Even though
I'm tired of hearing the same story of how they threatened to stop a show
at some venue or another for some reason or another, it's good to hear that
somebody's doing it.
By the way, they're coming to Richmond
for a free show this
Friday at the University of Richmond's Greek Theater. I'm going. Everybody's
freakin' going. You can find a cool Fugazi photo and show info in the calendar.