In April 2022, the band Obsolete Man played for a surging crowd of punks at Church of the Buzzard, an old warehouse in Oakland. The show had everything — from the smell of pungent body odor to old punks...

A metronomic drum click, guitar feedback, lingering bass chords, screeching guitar riffs and howling vocals are faintly heard outside the closed door of room 304. In the heart of downtown San Francisco,...

In a dark bar illuminated by neon lights, bodies clad in an array of colored leather and latex make their way from the wood-top bar to the front of the stage. A purple light casts down as NEON takes their...

Photo by Martin Bustamante   By Oscar Gutierrez [dropcap size="50px"]O[/dropcap]ne of the most important pieces of advice my mother ever gave me was “It is better to ask for forgiveness than...

Photo by James Chan By Lupita Uribe [dropcap size="50px"]W[/dropcap]hen you hear the words “record label,” San Francisco is not the first city that comes to mind --possibly because the commercial...

Photo by Martin Bustamante   By Oscar Gutierrez I walked into a daytime punk show at a bar in San Francisco where the person at the door took a thick Sharpie marker and drew two huge X’s...

Photo by Martin Bustamante   By Oscar Gutierrez “Un, dos, tres, cuatro!” I was shoved into a wall as a sea of punk rockers in leather jackets and colored hair slammed into each other...

[widgetkit id=6746] Photos and Words by Lorisa Salvatin There is quietude as the small crowd outside 1-2-3-4 Go Records filter into the store and browse through records, as they wait to pay and enter...