Before rockstars wore mascara and made their careers on American Idol, they wrote their own music and possessed an iconic style of tattoos, slicked hair, and well worn leather. These guys were the real deal: there were no Nickelbacks, no Jars of Clay, no Insane Clown Posse. Horst Friedrich’s book documents the originals and their defiant, devil-may-care attitudes. Photographs chronicle them in their natural habitats of empty parking lots, small pubs, and seedy cafes to their rise into a snowballing subculture. Friedrich’s commentary on his gritty photographs describe their personalities and motivations, making this as interesting a read as its photographs.
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