I’ve had arguments about the definition of “punk.” There are the purists who only want to discuss a certain segment of 1970s NYC with allowances for the Sex Pistols and the Clash. There are the hardcore lovers and straight edge kids who talk about 1980s DC and the Misfits and Ian MacKaye. There are the people who like Green Day’s “old stuff,” and dismiss everything by any band post-1994 for even attempting “punk.”
For what this has to do with D.R. Haney’s excellent novel Banned For Life, do go read my full review over at Glorified Love Letters.