Eat Our Fuck, Music Division

A useless no-doubt twenty-nothing from the Onion's A. V. Club has it all figured out.

There was always something overtly seedy about the West Coast version of the punk movement that set it apart from the brainier New York scene or the politicized, art-school-beholden UK edition. Though the members of the band X were every bit as socially and culturally engaged as their inter- and intracontinental punk brethren, they also embraced L.A. skuzz, singing songs about motel rooms and adult books, and brandishing their name as both a warning and a come-on.

"Brainier New York scene." We're doubled up w/ laughter, or, as the twenty-nothings say, "ROTFLMAO." (Makes it easier to embrace your inner skuzz, too.) We've usually gone along w/ the concept that suburbia (L. A.) makes for even greater alienation, therefore better cretin music, but we may just be a collection of seedy low-lifes. Pass that 40, wouldja? Also, a chance to loot a picture from many yrs. gone. Seedy? These youthful innocents? Please.