Punk Rock and Metal
Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill was a regional center for punk rock in the late 70s, due to its large number of college students. The first wave of bands were more power-pop than punk, and included Peter Holsapple & the H-Bombs, Sneakers, and Chris Stamey and the dBs. The punks arrived shortly after with 'th Cigaretz, The Dads, the Fabulous Knobs, Butchwax, The X-Teens, Human Furniture, and the Junkie Sluts. Later hardcore punk bands included Corrosion of Conformity, No Labels, Colcor, UNICEF, Stillborn Christians, DAMM, Bloodmobile, Subculture, 30 Foot Beast, Mission DC, the Celibate Commandos, Rights Reserved, Creeping Flesh, Time Bomb, Stations of the Cross, A Number of Things, and Oral Fixation. Some other notable Heavy Metal acts to come from North Carolina are Alesana, The First to Fall, Weedeater (band), Buzzoven, Daylight Dies, Between the Buried and Me, and Confessor.
At the same time, Charlotte had its own punk rock scene, with bands like antiseen, Social Savagery, and Influential Habits from Charlotte, and bands from the local area, such as NRG from Hickory, and Bloodmobile from Statesville, to name a few. The Milestone was the main club for a good period of time, until a boycott began against the club, and its owner. During this time, shows moved around the Charlotte region, at times at the Yellow Rose, a club off South Boulevard. Christian-based pop punk band Philmont also originate from Charlotte.
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Famous quotes containing the words punk and/or metal:
“When there’s no future
How can there be sin
We’re the flowers in the dustbin
We’re the poison in your human machine
We’re the future
Your future
God Save the Queen”
—The Sex Pistols, British punk band (1976-1979)
“And, indeed, is there not something holy about a great kitchen?... The scoured gleam of row upon row of metal vessels dangling from hooks or reposing on their shelves till needed with the air of so many chalices waiting for the celebration of the sacrament of food. And the range like an altar, yes, before which my mother bowed in perpetual homage, a fringe of sweat upon her upper lip and the fire glowing in her cheeks.”
—Angela Carter (1940–1992)