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Seasoned Punks: An Education in Cast Iron from the South's Greatest Unknown Punk Trio

Seasoned Punks: An Education in Cast Iron from the South's Greatest Unknown Punk Trio Beyond Grits and Gravy Seasoned Punks An Education in Cast Iron from the South’s Greatest Unknown Punk Trio André G A llA nt Their fridge overflowed with leafy greens, sleeves of bread, and trays of tofu. Flies buzzed around a mason jar full of compost. Well- loved pots hung from hooks in the window trim. Illustrations by Nate Beaty. 51 This Bike is a Pipe Bomb rattled the basement windows of our rental house. High frequencies slipped through masonry cracks into the Athens, Georgia night, as amps fritzed from shorting wires. Guitar strings curled from frontman Rymodee’s tuning pegs like rooster sickle feathers. He stood sti wh ff en he sang, a slight figure whose mutton chops grew coiled as a scouring pad. He often hid his bright, kind eyes beneath a worn fedora tilted low, and wrapped his rawboned body in a denim vest. A shoddy microphone pressed to his lips, his voice reverberated against the plumbing and floor framing that crisscrossed overhead. “ This is what I want, black kids and white kids, sharing all the songs / that their grandmama taught them,” he screamed in a manner that honored both his love of English anarchists and http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Southern Cultures University of North Carolina Press

Seasoned Punks: An Education in Cast Iron from the South's Greatest Unknown Punk Trio

Southern Cultures , Volume 24 (2) – Jul 13, 2018

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University of North Carolina Press
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Copyright © Center for the Study of the American South.
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1534-1488

Abstract

Beyond Grits and Gravy Seasoned Punks An Education in Cast Iron from the South’s Greatest Unknown Punk Trio André G A llA nt Their fridge overflowed with leafy greens, sleeves of bread, and trays of tofu. Flies buzzed around a mason jar full of compost. Well- loved pots hung from hooks in the window trim. Illustrations by Nate Beaty. 51 This Bike is a Pipe Bomb rattled the basement windows of our rental house. High frequencies slipped through masonry cracks into the Athens, Georgia night, as amps fritzed from shorting wires. Guitar strings curled from frontman Rymodee’s tuning pegs like rooster sickle feathers. He stood sti wh ff en he sang, a slight figure whose mutton chops grew coiled as a scouring pad. He often hid his bright, kind eyes beneath a worn fedora tilted low, and wrapped his rawboned body in a denim vest. A shoddy microphone pressed to his lips, his voice reverberated against the plumbing and floor framing that crisscrossed overhead. “ This is what I want, black kids and white kids, sharing all the songs / that their grandmama taught them,” he screamed in a manner that honored both his love of English anarchists and

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Southern CulturesUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jul 13, 2018

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