When dreads attack

I like punk rock.  Well, I like most music, really.  But I have a particular soft spot for punk rock.  Blame it on my brother who came home with Never Mind the Bullocks when I was 7 years old and foolishly left it unattended and within my reach.

From a listener’s stand point, punk is like musical permission to just be stupid.  Stupid and crazy and sweaty and drunk and downright nuts.  What’s not to like?

From a photographer’s stand point, the subject couldn’t be more fun to shoot if it tried.  A punk rocker’s stage antics never fail me.  There are challenges, yes.  Not getting killed in the mosh pit.  Not busting your gear in the mosh pit.  Not getting spit on in the mosh pit.  Not spilling your beer in the mosh pit.  Not having beer spilled on you in the mosh pit.  But these challenges are all part of the fun, and to face them is always worth it in MHO.

Toronto hardcore punkers Maximum RNR paid the Sault a visit recently and, naturally, I was there with bells on.  Having never seen them perform live before, I had no idea what to expect.  Needless to say, I was pretty happy when the dreads started to fly…

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