Righteous anger leads to quick disinterest.

So I was all set to break out the assorted high-horse, pulpit, and soapbox cliches and get all angry about the redeath of punk, via the Dead Schembechlers, who are currently featured afront espn.com after months of deadspin coverage. Of course punk is dead, this is not in question, I planned to begin, and even had some clever links to support it. But it turned out that punk was just too dead for me to get properly angry or verbose, even about such an obvious disaster (see how long you can last before you lunge for mute). Their lead singer's named after the real thing. They know how to mimic old album covers and use Bollocksesque fonts. And, oh yeah, they're fucking obsessed with college football.
But, yeah, try as I might to be relevant, I couldn't help but come off as some asshole defending an ancient and tattered standard. So I'll just post a video mocking that guy, and decide to root for Michigan. Punk - beyond dead since probably the 1890s.