advice to young punks

advice to young punks, by Pinkiest
– you don’t need to have a jacket with patches
– or army boots
- or dyed hair or piercings or tattoos
– you definitely don’t need to be skinny, white, male, cis, or straight
– all you need to do is like punk music
- don’t bother pretending to like bands you don’t; you’ll either get into them or you won’t and either way that’s okay
– if someone knocks you over in the pit and doesn’t apologize, don’t be afraid to call that fucker out
– make friends in the line for shows, you meet cool people that way
– graffiti is fine, but don’t steal shit if you don’t need it
– only you get to decide if it’s punk, fuck what anyone else says
– it’s more than okay to listen to nicki minaj now and then
– don’t worry abt being embarrassing: you are, and that’s fine
– do yourself a favour and listen to more female fronted/poc bands
– don’t let white cis men in the scene tell you shit

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Many thanks to Chris and Taylor of Paper Cuts Zine for inviting  us to share our love of metal music on Clocktower Radio 😀


#BLKGRLSWURLD is a quarterly zine run by Christina Long and her younger brother and sister since 2013. As a trio of artists and writers they are known as Trifecta Studios. Being young African American metalheads sharing their love of the Metalcore music scene, they share footage from live shows and host open calls for art and prose. The zine is free to download online.

Born in Chicago and raised in Metro Detroit, Christina Long received her MFA in Printmaking from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago in 2012 and is also a violinist for NYC’s New Amsterdam Symphony Orchestra. Being heavily involved in the Metal community for over a decade, she cares about promoting the many women of color who love heavy music genres. #HeavyGirlsLoveHeavyMusic

When Pit Action Goes Awry


It’s the morning after the Acacia Strain show at Webster Hall and I’ve gotta admit- I have some battle scars from last night’s show. Yeesh!

Normally most of us wouldn’t think anything of it, but something about last nights crowd seemed off, with the aggression breaking most of our unwritten rules about moshing.

The show taking place in east village, I wasnt the only one who pegged the question between sets, “So we’re just punching people in the face now?” That’s not the metal scene of over 10 years that I love and trust. Word on the street was that some Long Island kids had come down for the show, and had different idea of what hardcore pits did during a great metalcore breakdown. Mhm.

Still, I found the entire event comical. I’m not a girl who hangs in the shadows avoiding karate kicks, I love the pit energy. At one point the tension between the pit and the surrounding crowd hit a fever pitch. I was knocked backward and fell on my ass laughing- unfortunately a 250lbs. man in front of me was knocked backward and fell with me. I couldn’t tell if he had K.O’d or was just seeing stars, but his limp body kept me pinned down like Gimli during a Lord of the Rings battle. All I could do was outstretch my arms and wait for someone to lift me. (As the unwritten code often dictates, if someone’s down, pick ’em up mofos!) Once people realized this guy wasn’t waking up on his own they helped us up and we all got situated again. I’m glad he was ok. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen moshers get knocked unconscious, wake up and jump back into the pit.



*maybe those Long Island kids could tone it down a bit, metal shows are not a fight club*


Vans Warped Tour, Long Island Edition

For the past couple of weeks I stared enviously as the gleeful thrill of the Warped Tour flew across my dash and Instagram feeds. No fair! Finally last Monday I decided I wasn’t going to miss out.

Vans Warped Tour holds a stigma for us metalheads between the ages of 21-29 as being a silly little playground for awkward little kids and Hot Topic shoppers. We image their parents waiting outside the venue in air conditioned mini vans while the mosh pits get muddy and fashionably emaciated tweens pass out from heat exhaustion. Admittedly it depends on what town your in as to how much of this nonsense you’ll see.

Lucky for me, I checked out the Long Island tour which was a couple hours outside of Manhattan and situated right on the coast of Jones Beach 😀 So beach weather, ocean waves, And metalcore?! It was so perfect, it felt as if I’d been transported to San Deigo or some such west coast locale. I could almost taste the Red Hot Chili Peppers performing from some apartment rooftop.

Beau Bokan, Vocalist of Blessthefall

Beau Bokan, Vocalist of Blessthefall

The line up for this year’s tour is pretty conservative as they continue to book directly through the smaller indie labels like Epitaph, Fearless, Relapse and Rise records. Not too many unknown artists to discover this time, but it allowed a veteran like me to focus on the real fun to be had with Blessthefall, Escape the Fate, Miss May I, Attilia, Silverstein and Asking Alexandria.

We rocked hard underneath the blaring sun, smaller kids clawing my taller frame like a tree, to leap into the crowd from my shoulders. I still don’t get what the circle pit is supposed to do, there are so few times where I’ve witnessed it actually work and create a robust energy of excitement. Wtf are we on a hamster wheel? I’d rather watch out for wacky karate kicks in the pit than run circles around water tanks and t-shirt stands. Come on.

Jones Beach, Long Island

Jones Beach, Long Island

I am soo happy I checked out the tour this year, no kids, no parents just music, sand and sea. NYC doesn’t have enough metal, metalcore or any other heavy music for my taste so I appreciate how the suburbs still deliver \m/


All photos by blkgrlswurld

Silverstein trying to beat the heat :)

Silverstein trying to beat the heat 🙂

Miss May I, Warped Tour Long Island

Miss May I, Warped Tour Long Island

The Pale Emperor Rocks NYC

“Manson in the flesh, I never thought it would happen,” remarked a girl standing behind me in the swarming crowd of fishnets and studded black boots. A vision had finally come to fruition for all of us. Marilyn Manson was back in New York City, in Hell’s Kitchen blessing us with showers of glittery nightmares and whispers of industrial canticles.

With a music career now spanning over 20 years, the excitement of his return to the stage with new work from the album Pale Emperor has been well received amongst fans and critics. His latest songs like “Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge” and “ The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles” generate soulful chants and rolling beats amongst a fuzzy, scratchy atmosphere of blues rhythms. It’s a warm bath my ears have been dipping into during my subway commute ever since the album dropped earlier this month.

Arriving to the performance a bit late I found the audience buzzing with anticipation minutes before his first appearance on stage. With intentions of hanging in the back of the venue to snap photos, I found myself in the bewildering situation of being pushed/carried towards the front of the stage once the show began, tumbling among the flaying hands and wet bodies. My eyes peered up from behind spiked mohawks and ornate corsets as I swayed breathless in the crowd getting ever closer to the singer. At one point I was pushed so far ahead that I was directly in front of Manson, arms outstretched, terribly close to the absolution he offered. Our hands nearly touched as he smiled at me and then, ACK!!! My body was pulled under into a sea of bodies going wild at his song, “Rock Is Dead.” Next thing I remember is standing in the entrance of the venue attempting to catch my breath—eyes stark white, hair disheveled. After a few moments I stood up, looked back at the crowd and whispered, “Wow…”

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Marilyn Manson and bassist Twiggy Ramirez

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From there I made sure to stay Really clear of the moshing and enjoyed his return to old favorites like “The Beautiful People”,Personal Jesus” and “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).” It was great to see him and Twiggy Ramirez (bassist) playing on stage like old times, and the various costume changes he presented throughout the show.

Manson has definitely found his stride after carving a space for himself in popular culture that covers the young and old. I’d be thrilled to see him staying in the game for years to come.


Written by C.Long for #blkgrlswurldZINE