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Song 1413: title not recovered, by THE FREEZE (archived)

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Song: Title not recovered
Artist: THE FREEZE
Genres: Punk, Hardcore Punk, Unassigned Genre
Captured: July 18, 2003 (8 captures)

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[THE FREEZE]

Song Credits

Composer(s)
    • Clif Hanger
Composer(s)
    • Ron Cormier
Co-Producer
    • THE FREEZE

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Song Info:

Review Count: 4 Rate Avg. : 8.5

Review:

Poor ttaste

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NAZI FUN

Review Count: 4

  PRIM. GENRE : [ Punk ]
  SEC. GENRE : [ Hardcore Punk ]
  ADD. GENRE : [ Unassigned Genre ]

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BRIEF DESC. :

Summarizes quite accurately what we saw happening in and to the Boston Hardcore scene at the time

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Let's name names, SSD and their "crew" just couldn't handle anyone that didn't bow down and worship them. They'd sing or say something about what or whom they disliked and they had a "smiling crew of ex-jock, wanna-be, kiss-ass tough guys, to carry out their leader's orders. Big Al (Skin head to Long hair, Hardcore Band to metal and now Aternative)Burille, was the "hitler" in the scene. It's in the opene now, 15 years or so later. If you didn't look like them, you didn't belong. to no belong meant often getting the shit kickedout of you by a bunch of no-minded goons. Lotta fucking fun that was.... Fuck 'em!

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