Fugazi was working class punk rock when so many other punk rock bands seemed like they were still living off their parents.
For as liberal as they were, Fugazi spoke to my blue collar surroundings and helped me to realize that those to things were not antithetical. You could sit at a crimping machine attaching to parts together over and over again for eight hours a day, five days a week, and still believe that everyone should be treated equal, that social programs were important and should be funded, and that war was never the answer. Fugazi didn’t just talk a good game, they lived it, and that came through in their music.
But as much as I liked “13 Songs,” I didn’t completely fall for Fugazi then. No, that would happen when I got my hands on “Repeater.”