Sunday, October 10, 2010
England Mock the Hipsterbag
“We all play synth” for the glorious win.
“We all play synth” for the glorious win.
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Nothing much to add…the video says it all.
Catchy.
As cliched as this may seem, this is Epic.
I hate the English. United Douchedom.
i’ve never seen so much tight leggings in my life. is this where London is going with douchebaggery these days? man.
Awesome.
yeh its true having lived near london i have witnessed these “trendy indie” dickheads who often congregate outside starbucks or h&m or places like camden market or anywere “not scene” they are usually pretentious university students who live the “student life” to the upmost but really only go to university to say they’ve been there and done that they drink and smoke like they some pete doherty wannabes, they take great pleasure in quoting and claiming to be fans of obscure “underground” bands and go to “all the festivals” they often go out with girls like this
http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/11/FearneCotton_450x646.jpg
hopefully they’ll all drown in a mudslide at glastonbury or one of their “music festivals”
Stolen from LATFH
Anon, “Look At This Fucking Hipster” is a funny enough site, but it’s whole premise is but a subset of the grand mandate of this site.
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Now run along or I will be forced to do a dramatic Van Damme pose and kick you in the face, making it a bigger deal than it was.
More evidence Britain is no longer Great. Good thing they aren’t colonizing at the same rate they used to.
This is exactly like Portland, Oregon nowadays. Hipsterbags of fixed gear bikes. One look in the windows of the Doug Fir lounge on any given night is enough to make even the srongest man want to gouge out his eyeballs
Yup. Stand on the corner of Damen and North Avenue in Chicago and this is all you’ll see. It’s like being trapped in a giant American Apparel ad, and it all reeks like patchouli, PBR and gutter urine.
@ Mills 9:43
Gah. Right you are. And each and every one of those little twits hoping to be the Edie Sedgwick to one of those moron’s Andy Warhol. Guess what, sugar tits? You’re gonna go on to get a respectable wardrobe and a real job and he’ll still be hunched over his PBR at some faux-dive, complaining that he heard the band onstage, like, WAY before anyone else ever heard of them.
I can tell you with about 95% accuracy which people will be getting off any of the north-south subways in NYC at 14th Street to transfer to the “L” train for the journey back to hipsterbag heaven, Williamsburg.
In the 80’s I was the first guy at my school to listen to Metallica’s “Kill ‘Em All”.
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Nobody ever thought I was Hip though. I was very un-ironically rockin’ out in my ’73 Corona Station Wagon I bought for $450. I peeled the vinyl woodgrain off the doors, put 1.5 gallons of Bondo on it and a $99 Raspberry Red Maaco paint job, stuck four Jensen coax 6×9’s in the doors powered by a Krako booster-Eq, and then unknowingly made one of the early subwoofers by putting an old Radio Shack Mach 1 home speaker in the back with blown tweeter/midrange powered by a Pioneer GMA-120 amplifier so I could have more bass.
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I guess now all that shit would be hip. Back then, it was just birth control.
The biggest problem with hipsterbag mockage is they wouldn’t be infuriated by it like a pumperbag or guidobag would. Which, of course, is half the fun.
And this DeadMau5 cat is totally biting my look:
And apparently the former home of HCwDB, Blogger, does have a max number of posts: 11,236 comments.
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In our absence spammers have been adding to the Samurai Scrote thread, and now at the end of the line there is the following notice:
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“REACHED MAXIMUM NUMBER OF COMMENTS. NO MORE COMMENTS CAN BE POSTED”.
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Unless Samurai Scrote desires it.
Giving synthesizers to the British was like giving whiskey to the Indians.
HA!
I always roll around with my Coleco Football game on my necklace.
Perfect for the 1 second generation.
These goddamn fashion signifiers have gotten so convoluted that I’m gonna wear nothing but some shit stained week old tighty whities and a ripped wifebeater that smells like gypsy B.O. and proceed to out-hip these fuccers in the bar sometime.
England needs some more Viking invasions to wipe the hipsterbag dickheads out.
I wonder what all of these tats are going to look like in 40 years when these folks are grandparents of REALLY cosmic layabouts. The tigers and koi and oriental dragons will be oozing down their arms and legs with anamorphic cruelty- har har har.
Can’t … stop … playing … this song …