IN BED WITH MADONNA As a starter, lemme tell you this: there are no good or bad styles in the scene, only good and bad bands, sons of whores and friends. In any case, you change your style more than you change your underwear. Lemme tell you this: it's just another logo from the H and M brand. And we know all about them (way too much!). So, either you do, or you do not! Either you do or you keep your mouth shut! And on the side of the know-it-all, the coolest one is always the most cynical, and the most bored of them… so that our fucking scene can outlive them! Now that we're at it, let's talk about music: sons of bitches that make us dance dig (Marilyn) Manson or copy (Tim) Armstrong. They talk about bombs but the only ones they plant are coming out of their asses after having sold them to the rock tabloids. MTV… going back to a high school lifestyle after twenty… They would sell their life away only to do it but what they don't know, is that they've already done, spending it gulping down illusions the way bad weeds gulp down sour waters. Where are punk rock and ethics in this mess?! They've been sold out on e-bay. The last auction before the final curtain, it's your sad lot in life but it's a consolation one: hanging out in the so-called right places convincing yourself you're still on the right side.