Rob Harvilla reviews American Hardcore
There's something really satisfying about the fact that, after replacing Chuck Eddy, Rob Harvilla shows up at the Voice and writes stuff like this:
... In the end American Hardcore canonizes everyone you expect it to canonize (Bad Brains, of course, emerges as a mystical, overpowering, unstoppable force) and takes a few last-minute swipes at the Hot Topic–shopping chumps still flogging those dead horses at a Warped Tour near you. Even Harley, for all his optimism and boosterism—"If it wasn't for hardcore, heavy metal would have killed itself with hairspray and killing imaginary inflatable dragons and shit," he informs me—indulges in a bit of It Ain't the Same grousing . . . about New York City itself. For him the flick is a last glimpse at his old, dangerous, beloved Lower East Side. "I could give two shits about Manhattan at this point in my life," he says. "It isn't what it used to be, it doesn't have that same beauty, that same charm. It doesn't have that danger." ...
It's really quite "meta". A real "fuck you" to all those nostalgia junkies who want their Village Voice the way they want their hardcore -- never-changing.
Even if you kinda miss Chuck, you've got to admit Harvilla got your attention. I don't love everything he writes, but this one sold me on his necessity at the Voice.