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“They come by night, cruising in their uniforms and their dances down the damp city streets, swinging along like mad weekend lovers to the stereo sound of liberation. They come as witnesses, spectators, and participators, crazy, wild and drunk on love and noise. The speakers explode and we are blinded by a wall of sound, screams, beats. The movement flows through the room as the band is on fire, flying across the room. Naïve and beautiful, yet serious and scarred. Wisdom flows like water and this new name, this new beginning is like the bullet the CIA killed Kennedy with: relentless and hard. It’s a night of magic and every note hits like a hammer. The smell of perspiration and perfume is flowing through the air as we hold each other tight, moving along to the manifesto. This could be the shape of punk to come, liberation theology in practice, togetherness spiting the dividers and rulers, the sum of our parts forming the gag in the mouth that voices the status quo, woven into fabric with every last thread of our defiance, sewn to fit like the shirt on my back. Or it could be just another sleepless night of midnight punk romance.”

…Yes, this is our hymn and our praise to the brave and bold stranger in the night, to the fed up worker and the angry wife. Hope, revolution, and dedication. Fight fire with fire and everything will burn. Yeah, this manifesto is very much for real.

Creativity in the true sense has nothing to do with making money or becoming famous or selling products. Creativity means challenging yourself and pushing yourself to the uncomfortable and weird. History has proven itself to be full of wonderful and creative people that never got their due because the world has always been more interested in bland materialism, you know? It’s a huge struggle to get away from that.