Within the fluid confines of the no-wave/art punk/ avant-whatever label, genre rebels have free rein. Noise is art. Clamor is pure. White noise turns everything black. Every corner is filled with an arsenal of sounds. Here, it's okay to be disliked, unloved and full of contempt for the pop music mainstream that glitters and sparkles and smells like teen spirit. In this space, there will always be some misfit creating the most grating, shambolic,... More >>>