Ah yes, it's finally that time. I've discussed my love for the "edgy" forms of hardcore often, constantly citing powerviolence, screamo, fastcore, and crust as the superior forms of the genre. After all they're the least "bro"-y of all the styles, less full of Hitler-youth-esque guys in Nike Air Maxes in camo shorts than the other genres (PV has always been more of a "you bet there's a skull drawn in my notebook" type look). In fact I've often embraced those styles due to their rejection of the hardcore bro, their ability to remain fiercely independent in the face of senseless 90's worship and rejection of some of the more intense aspects of straight edge. That is, however, all about to change as we delve deep into the style that spawned all the horrible hardcore "fashion" that so many awkward 20-something men, fresh off their warped tour phase, have adopted in a vain attempt to prove their masculinity. I'm talking of course about Youth Crew, where shirts aren't necessary but the incessant need for gang vocals and floor-tom heavy breakdowns are.