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Back when my music was hard-core                25 Aug 2013

My friend and I have a one-upmanship relationship. Here we are discussing our favourite alternative rock band.
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 “I liked their early records best.”

“They totally sold out by their second album.”

“Well they were hard-core on their debut.”

"Side A perhaps."

“That was just pop dribble.”

“Well I liked the first song on that debut album.”

“The first bar of the first song was okay.”

“Nah. They'd sold out by the end of the first bar.”

“Well I liked them on their demo recoding.”

“Everyone knows that demo was just a practice run for their money-grab first single.”

“They were so real when they were rehearsing in their mum’s garage.”

“Nah. They’d sold out by then. I only liked them when they were in nappies, banging toy drums. That was hard-core.”


“Hard-core!? Those nappy-waists were just selling out for momma’s lovin.”

“That whole band sucks. Such a bunch of sell-outs.”

“Yeah. Stuff em. I never liked Wham anyway.”

“They’re shit.”





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Wham ... oh so hard-core




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