Propagandhi have always been the diamond in the rough when it comes to their contemporaries. Whatever your definition or perspective of punk is, one fact remains true Propagandhi are as good as they come these days. With this occurring, the argument that has developed in the most recent years has been that punk is dead. As the genre had progressed, some of these behavioral characteristics seemed to fall by the wayside, eventually giving way to pop-punk groups and other bands within the field that seemed indifferent to the mayhem of their predecessors.
This anarchic edge seemed perfectly suited for the music that accentuated it, becoming notorious for its blistering pace and abrasive demeanor, while retaining a sense of ease and simplicity. In its most primitive stage, punk served as a political and social statement an excuse to have blue hair, a pierced lip, and eight thousand tattoos, all centered around the concept that well, the government sucks.
One of the most tiring debates in the music world has been over the “purpose” of punk rock. Review Summary: In just eight minutes, Propagandhi flex their muscles.
