Ah, Philadelphia. It's only been two months since I left your slacker ass for New York City, but I'm glad to see that the
Philadelphia Weekly is still full of self-righteous rock lunacy. Throughout an irreverent anti-memorial for
Harp, former
Harp contributor and "punk poet" Steven Wells offers us the transgressive, energetic writing he feels has been sorely lacking in indie music magazines. None of the bodily humors are left behind as he recalls a time when angry lesbain punks were angry lesbian punks and Lester Bangs danced the Charleston on top of the Sears Tower or something. And yes, he is British.
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