Orders are now live for the NYHC: New York Hardcore 1980–1990 book by Tony Rettman on Bazillion Points.
Having been given the opportunity to thumb through early drafts of this book, it is without a doubt an absolute must have and must read for anyone interested in the history of not only the New York City Hardcore scene at that time, but the worldwide Hardcore scene as well.
There's no denying the influence that this specific era of NYHC had/has on a global scale and this book does a great job of giving inside stories and firsthand accounts of life and events within the scene and community that helped mold and shape many of the sounds, trends, attitudes and styles for decades to come.
Pre-orders ship December 3, 2014 with bonus Sean Taggart art sewn patch, plus exclusive preorder metal badge from Bazillion Points. You can also view a couple sample pages from the book directly on the website.
“One of the greatest things ever for me was having a full belly of macaroni and meatballs, standing in front of CBGB at a hardcore matinee, and seeing my grandfather’s pigeons flying over.” —Vinnie Stigma, Agnostic Front
“In other parts of our neighborhood, guys were breakdancing against each other; we were moshing against each other. It was all about who had the most style, as opposed to today where it’s just picking up change and karate kicking. It was all about trying to keep dancing, while still blasting into someone from D.C. or Boston, and all about who had the hardest pit for their town’s band. It was like supporting your city’s hockey team or something.”—Jimmy G, Murphy’s Law
“I had my personal experiences from life; being on the streets, being locked up, and being in abusive foster homes. I was fighting. I was shot and stabbed, and that’s what came out. We sang about street justice and survival on the streets because that shit was for real. That shit was a way to express ourselves and get out that angst. It was real. It wasn’t some hypothetical bullshit.” —John Joseph, Cro-Mags
“At that time, the Lower East Side was a warzone. It wasn’t the gentrified neighborhood that it’s been for the last twenty years. It was a fucking warzone, without question. It was worse than the worse neighborhoods you know in New York City today. It was a trip to be down there and go to those bars and A7 and shit like that. I wasn’t even eighteen yet, and I was getting a peek into a world that most people will never see.”—Eddie Sutton, Leeway