The FSU link you posted and the Suckers link above are some of the best illustrations of why I considered the Boston hardcore scene to be a collection of human garbage, ca. 1995-2005.

Prior to '95, it was the skinheads who would show up and ruin punk shows, often employed as bouncers by the club. Then their girlfriends all went rockabilly and they gave way to waves and waves of hahdcaw meatheads. The uniform changed, the music changed, but the fact that I was regularly catching punches, elbows, and kicks by people who rolled 10+ deep at all times did not change at all.

I especially love the casual tone in which these morons can reflect on the past and say stuff like “You gotta understand, it was mayhem back then,” Wilson says. “There was 30 of us, and somehow, we’d always find 30 guys to fuck with.”

Somehow.