The Sound of the Dutch Underground – Melkweg, Amsterdam 21/3/13

I’m strolling down to the Melkweg.  I see a huge queue of teens clad in black and the darker shades of purple and grey… hordes of gawky teens; liberally daubed with purple lipstick and violently, aggressively shiny black hair, wearing trousers that are wider than a turnoffon the A4. Eh? Where are the Subbacultcha butterflies?
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