When I was young, I knew I was a part of a movement when all of the peace punks would protest together against the threat of nuclear war and other social injustices. This was before the internet, so outside of seeing other scenes through fanzines, we pretty much lived in our own bubbles. I knew something was up when my homies came back from the UK and Europe in 1983 and told us about all of the squats and peace punk communities that they had encountered in their travels. Along the way, scenes stayed the same, but the labels change – today, my group of friends would be refered to as crusty punks; a different name, but pretty much the same ideals. What was once a movement has now become a worldwide tribe that breaks down all the walls of gender, color and language. I have traveled all over, and whenever I see another crusty, we have an immediate bond. I will never forget when I went to my first gig in Tokyo, and felt right at fucking home. The the politics that hold this group together are all about social justice. What’s a trip is that out of necessity, crusty punks have developed a very strong identity when it comes to the clothes they wear, and how these garments are made with their own hands. Today, CVLT Nation would like to celebrate the universal tribe known as crust punk with a huge photo gallery, with flicks from all over the world and time. After the jump, see how the struggle continues!
Dan Harrington - PATAC Records
February 17, 2012 at 2:32 pm
i can smell these kids through my monitor. flux of pink indians need to manufacture soap.