Back in my radio days my favorite sections of the newsprint zines were the scene reports—dispatches from Grand Forks or Chattanooga, relating what bands were active; where to play; why it sucked so be bad to stuck in their town (which was full of jocks and heshers); and why punks and skins should or should not get along. The National Review of hardcore zines, Maximum Rock’n’Roll, often had reports from the far reaches of the galaxy. I don’t know if it was refreshing or dispiriting that the Tromsø scene sounded just like the Kobe scene, but occasionally there’d be a report from an unlikely locale, like Tunis. I remember that one well, in 1985, when I’d just read The Sheltering Sky and thought, man, Tunisia has it all.
Well, it turns out to have been a hoax. Not one worthy of Clifford Irving, perhaps, but clever enough to have seemed plausible. It might have been much more than a prank, however:
Rather, it’s that punk, at its best, engendered an opening, a space for creation of new hybrid identities, for contestation both of the dominant culture and of the easily available alternatives. As such, a Tunisian punk band playing a strip club called Camel’s Crazy Lounge was reconfiguring, even if momentarily, a space nominally reserved for a backhanded, even potentially illicit, affirmation of the dominant culture’s norms.
(I have no idea what that means, but I’ve played that game before.)
While there may not have been a Maghreb punk scene in 1985, death metal is thriving now in the Hijaz and Levant, with scene reports courtesy of CNN. The Baghdad scene is more speed-metal oriented, it seems, while Teheran keeps the melodic-black-metal faith.
And in Tbilisi I recently saw a teenage kid in a homemade Black Flag t-shirt. Who crossed himself three times when coming into view of a church, as all observant Georgian Orthodox do. It’s a small world, after all.
Update: Several readers have asked about the distinctions among black, death, dark, and doom metals, as "they all sound the same." Yes, to the uninitiated--but try explaining to me the difference between a cabernet and a pinot noir, or the Wisconsin Evangelical Lutheran Synod and the Lutheran Church—Missouri Synod. Or the Judean People's Front and the People's Front of Judea. Even the best taxonomies presuppose a certain insiderness, and it matters hugely to adherents. The tyranny of small differences, as always.
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