#undergroundscene

[llivv444]

sleaze raveee✌️

[drpolishmatt]

Psyclon Nine at Gray's Keg, Feb 5 2025, Lincoln, NE

Heavy industrial metal legend @psyclonnine performed at @grayskegsaloon in Lincoln, NE. The show also featured Phuzz, Tehom and Antania. It's awesome to see that heavy electronic cross genre bands like this are becoming more and more popular in the Midwest. Thank you for an awesome show and for all the love you have shown your fans that night!

[youth90mob]

Club 90 and Incognito Radio present Love Shack, Ryewax London 21/02

[groovy-death]

my loves🖤🖤🖤

[daniellatroni-daybook-blog]

Jimmy De Sana. Submission,-selected photographs, 1977-1978 (Scat Pubblications New York 1979)

[drpolishmatt]

Infuriate at The Block, Feb 1 2025, Sioux City, IA

This weekend we got an amazing show with a powerful message from Twin City! We got a fantastic D-beat crust set from Infuriate as they headlined a lineup also featuring Glue, MAN, Disrepair at a unique skateboarding-themed venue - The Block. It was awesome to see young people seeking out alternative / underground music in these difficult times.

Thank you for an awesome show! Stay safe out there everybody!

[gizabutler]

Metal's Roar, Their Salvation

In a world that preys on the forgotten, extreme metal is Jax's lifeline, its blistering riffs and guttural vocals slicing through the haze of cheap whiskey and faded dreams that cling to their skin like damp cloth. The music, scavenged from bootleg tapes in grimy punk houses thick with the stench of desperation, is more than sound-it's a pulse, a shield against the ghosts of a Midwest past that branded them an outcast.

Jax's short black hair, tangled and damp from breaking up bar fights, sways as they lean into the jukebox's roar, each song a fleeting escape from streets that reek of despair and danger. The skyline looms like a jagged beast, its towers piercing a bruised sky, whispering that Jax is prey in its endless hunt. In the dive bar where they work, the air heavy with cigarette smoke and broken hopes, the jukebox is their altar, blasting anthems of defiance that drown out the sneers of drunks. In the quiet moments shared with Lena, where private connections burn like a hidden flame, the music becomes their shared rebellion, a reminder that they're still here, still fighting. Dive into a tale where every chord is a weapon, every riff a declaration of survival in a world that wants them silenced.

[mimsxoxo]

This Scene Isn’t Romantic, It’s Rotten

Hi everyone. I just wanna share something real and maybe serve this as a little warning. Please, for your own peace, don't date musicians from the underground scene. Why? Because most of them are absolute trash.

I know some of you might say, “Alaaa baru sorang kau kenal, dah kecoh.” Babe… it’s not just one. I’ve known many. And out of all of them, maybe only 5% are genuinely kind and decent the rest? Ego-driven, emotionally unavailable man-babies who think they’re the next Kurt Cobain.

Here’s my rundown and yeah, all three just so happen to be drummers. (Like, wtf is my luck?)

The first one? We were seeing each other for almost three months. Everything felt like it was moving into a serious phase until I found out he’s actually someone’s husband. Yep. Married. While entertaining me like he’s single and ready to commit. You know how crushed I was? I tried so hard to carry myself with dignity, to avoid being “the other woman,” but in the end I was, unknowingly because of him. I cut him off and disappeared from his life completely.

The second guy? He was soft, kind… but honestly, not the brightest. There was something lacking mentally and emotionally. I knew his attention was shallow. But stupid me still got attached, hoping maybe something genuine would grow. It didn’t. I had to let that one go too.

And the last one? Oh, this one really cracked me. At first, he came across sincere confessed he liked me, said he wanted to know me more. We met, vibes were good. It felt promising. Then slowly, the mask slipped. He started love bombing me showering with compliments, sweet messages, acting like I was something special. But then he told me he wanted our “thing” to be secret. Like, hello? Suddenly I’m supposed to play his invisible girlfriend normal and distant during gigs, but exclusive and "his" in private? Nah. That was the moment I snapped. I saw it for what it was manipulation, ego, and cowardice. I walked away.

Now I'm sitting here wondering… why do these people keep finding me? Is it because I like fame? No. Maybe I like attention yeah, I’ll admit that. But this? This is not the kind of attention I signed up for.

And honestly, it just makes me feel sick not just at them, but at our whole so-called “scene.” The hypocrisy, the pretentiousness, the fake deepness, the god-complex attitudes.

I loved this scene once. I believed in the music, the art, the people. But these experiences? They’ve tainted everything. And now all I see are egos with instruments, not real hearts with passion.

What a fucking disappointment.