The Makers

(Estrus)
by Mark Phinney

You’ve seen these boys before – roaring around town on their motorbikes, slicked back hair, with clubs in hand reserved for any hapless fool who dares to defy them, and guitars strapped on their backs. Under the axes, I can make out the name of their gang emblazoned on the back of their black leather jackets: The Makers. The Makers make music for alleyway brawls and chain-smoking hooligans who hang around in smoky pool halls. “Angry Young Man” tells the tale of a young punk who wants the world to know that his shoes are a size larger this year, and someone is going to get kicked in the head with them. This is mean music. You could walk through Times Square with this blaring and nobody would dare to come near you. It says “Keep Away!” This is music for bullies and bad-asses.