L.A. Weekly
Every Friday and Saturday night in East Los Angeles, whether the weather is decent or not, you can usually find three or four backyard punk gigs, populated by the angrier demographic of Chicano adolescents who are too young to legally get fucked up at bars but harbor an innate passion for chaos. For more, read Javier Cabral's “East L.A. Backyard Punk Scene Rages On.”
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