A fittingly ambitious film for a fittingly artistic and poetic band.
The net result of plowing through a weighty tome like this is a sense of awe at how a bunch of kids created their own culture whole cloth, like the music industry on a Utopian, communal, microcosmic level.
A tangle of corpse paint, murky ideologies, and total atonal extremity, this is music for the committed outsider.
In the near future, there will be a documentary produced on every single punk scene or band from the late ’70s to mid ’80s. And that’s just fine.
Matthew Moyer basks in the ramshackle glory of Sacred Harp singing, the oldest, and perhaps most punk, American religious music. This new documentary explains it all.
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