Introduction
I am not punk. I am not a punker, a grunger, a burnout, or a rebel without a cause. My
hair is not blue, I have no tattoos, the only leather I own is a pair of rainbow sandals. I mean
hell, I am a straight A student with an athletic scholarship, I am the textbook example of what
Hitler and Reagan wanted in their nation’s youth. But I would be lying if I said that punk rock
didn’t have a role in shaping who I am. Deep inside the confines of an iTunes library littered
with superficial hipster noise lies a hidden shrine of the hymns that shaped my identity. Artwork
by The Ramones, Sex Pistols, Social Distortion, Black Flag, Fugazi, The Clash, the Buzzcocks,
and Reagan Youth were able to sound their way through my ears and into my head. Lyrics
preaching anarchy, anti-fascism, rebellion, and the search for truth took root and manifested
quickly into the ideologies that shaped not how the world perceived I, but how I perceived the
world.
Framework ideas that can be quickly sidelined as “teenage angst”, “uneducated
soreness”, and “causeless rebellion” are what create the structure for the increasingly structure-
less world of Punk Rock. But slowed down, when the noise is taken away, when all that’s left is
the bare bones of a cry for help known as lyrics, is where punk rock shows its true beauty. What
started out as an outlet for anger, frustration, and disappointment in a system that seemed to
encompass all aspects of life quickly turned into a sociopolitical counter-culture movement.
Modern warfare, the civil rights migration, and the antidisestablishmentarianism movement in
modern religion were all at the forefront of the lyrics being screamed from the hearts of these
brave new world philosophers.
Now it is true, the music of punk rock has been sufficiently dead since the late 1970’s,
however, its definition still rings true in modern millennia. Today, the sound of punk rock is