Some people don't give a damn about growing up or, even less, about getting older. One morning, I got up and, opening the newspaper, I wondered if I had woken up during the Cold War, in the USSR, or in some Dickian political nightmare, and I asked myself why I should grow up in such a situation. I could very well do without it. So I somehow put a bookmark on the line of life to remind myself that my energies have stabilized here. If the mind grows and informs itself, accumulates experience, evolves, the soul will not be affected and will not age. I hope (am I obsessed with time?). Look at Keith Morris, 56 years old. He still has the energy from when, together with Greg Ginn and Raymond Pettibon, he was raising the Black Flag and waving it in the faces of a bunch of jerks and sunny Californians.

The task is simple. Gather three people from a different generation, call Pettibon, and create OFF! Do you want to know what's inside this record? Easy: HARDCORE, sweat, and blood. There are the Black Flag with their guitars that nail your ears ("Black Thoughts"), there are the Dead Kennedys ("Now I'm Pissed"), there are the "uàn-ciù-trì-fòr" ("Rat Trap"), there's a pile of hatred and disgust for people ("Fuck The People," "Full Of Shit"), there's the noise of a cassette recorded in a filthy basement, in a crappy garage, there's everything that's missing today, and if you want a list of what's missing, just make one, open the newspaper, and feel like I did.

"I don't wanna grow up." And I don't give a fuck.

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