#undergroundscene

Psyclon Nine at Gray's Keg, Feb 5 2025, Lincoln, NE

Infuriate at The Block, Feb 1 2025, Sioux City, IA

This weekend we got an amazing show with a powerful message from Twin City! We got a fantastic D-beat crust set from Infuriate as they headlined a lineup also featuring Glue, MAN, Disrepair at a unique skateboarding-themed venue - The Block. It was awesome to see young people seeking out alternative / underground music in these difficult times.

In a world that preys on the forgotten, extreme metal is Jax's lifeline, its blistering riffs and guttural vocals slicing through the haze of cheap whiskey and faded dreams that cling to their skin like damp cloth. The music, scavenged from bootleg tapes in grimy punk houses thick with the stench of desperation, is more than sound-it's a pulse, a shield against the ghosts of a Midwest past that branded them an outcast.

Hi everyone. I just wanna share something real and maybe serve this as a little warning. Please, for your own peace, don't date musicians from the underground scene. Why? Because most of them are absolute trash.

I know some of you might say, “Alaaa baru sorang kau kenal, dah kecoh.” Babe… it’s not just one. I’ve known many. And out of all of them, maybe only 5% are genuinely kind and decent the rest? Ego-driven, emotionally unavailable man-babies who think they’re the next Kurt Cobain.

Here’s my rundown and yeah, all three just so happen to be drummers. (Like, wtf is my luck?)

The first one? We were seeing each other for almost three months. Everything felt like it was moving into a serious phase until I found out he’s actually someone’s husband. Yep. Married. While entertaining me like he’s single and ready to commit. You know how crushed I was? I tried so hard to carry myself with dignity, to avoid being “the other woman,” but in the end I was, unknowingly because of him. I cut him off and disappeared from his life completely.

The second guy? He was soft, kind… but honestly, not the brightest. There was something lacking mentally and emotionally. I knew his attention was shallow. But stupid me still got attached, hoping maybe something genuine would grow. It didn’t. I had to let that one go too.

And the last one? Oh, this one really cracked me. At first, he came across sincere confessed he liked me, said he wanted to know me more. We met, vibes were good. It felt promising. Then slowly, the mask slipped. He started love bombing me showering with compliments, sweet messages, acting like I was something special. But then he told me he wanted our “thing” to be secret. Like, hello? Suddenly I’m supposed to play his invisible girlfriend normal and distant during gigs, but exclusive and "his" in private? Nah. That was the moment I snapped. I saw it for what it was manipulation, ego, and cowardice. I walked away.

Now I'm sitting here wondering… why do these people keep finding me? Is it because I like fame? No. Maybe I like attention yeah, I’ll admit that. But this? This is not the kind of attention I signed up for.

And honestly, it just makes me feel sick not just at them, but at our whole so-called “scene.” The hypocrisy, the pretentiousness, the fake deepness, the god-complex attitudes.

I loved this scene once. I believed in the music, the art, the people. But these experiences? They’ve tainted everything. And now all I see are egos with instruments, not real hearts with passion.