The life and death of Australian hardcore
<p>The bus engine roars as we slowly pace down towards the spot where Broadway and Parramatta Road meet, heading further away from the city and into the outer suburbs of Sydney. I look out the window and notice the abundance of ‘For Lease’ signs and empty shop fronts that appear to plague the street. It wasn’t always like this.</p>
<p>219 Parramatta Road was the previous home of one of Sydney’s most important venues, Black Wire Records: the pinnacle of subcultural and musical identity in this city. Four years ago, I caught the same bus heading down from Central station to catch Perth hardcore band Blkout play a show. I walked inside and was met with the sounds of heavy guitars, drums and bass. I watched as the small room was filled with swinging arms and kicking legs, a display of frenzied and emotionally-charged movements unfolded before me. I came here today to see what remains.</p>
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