Early `80s Finnish hardcore punks.
(…photos courtesy of kaiju-kaj, who was kind enough to submit this awsome stuff capturing moments from the everyday life of genuine hardcore punks in Finland of the early `80s, for my early-`80s-european-punk-scene project. What makes these documents even more valuable and amazing, is the fact that they`re part of kaiju-kaj`s family photo archive and infact it`s kaiju-kaj`s beautiful mom in photos 3, 4, 6 & 10, kaiju-kaj`s dad, singer of harcore punk band W.D.M., in photos 5 & 6 and kaiju-kaj`s uncle in photo 7, a true punk at a really young age!…)
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Iggy Pop - Nightclubbing (1977)
David Bowie / Iggy Pop
from: ”The Idiot’’