Skate punk is such a lost ancient art. I don't even skate, I can't even go through doors without hitting my shoulder on the frame, and I live in the midwest, which isn't exactly the epitome of good skate culture. That doesn't stop blond teenage boys with just slightly too long hair from pretending they surf despite being 600+ miles away from the nearest shore.
In 1986 in my dad's best friend's parent's basement, the best friend who later became my half brother's step dad, he thumbs through mountains of cassette tapes.
"THRASHER SKATE ROCK VOL 1. SKATE OR DIE"
My father searched for it for years upon years, failing to find it on Napster or whatever. We found it again recently, on the dreaded.... YouTube. Luckily they can still curse and half of the songs are still about heroin because not EVERYTHING has to be appropriate for 3-year-olds. Seriously just control your kid. You wouldn't let your small child loose in a casino, why let them loose on the internet.
This turned from an article about skate punk to an article about how much I hate small children, get used to it.
Either way, it's really cool. There's a band who wears masks, all the best bands wear masks. Listen to it, I'll even link it for you.
Thrasher Skate Rock vol. 1
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