“Kindness in punk didn’t mean smiles and flowers. It wasn’t instagram-vapid and hashtag-ready, it was rough around the edges and sullen. It swore, it was prickly, but its heart was big and definitely in the right place. The song might yell “fuck you” and the fighting in the mosh pit might seem aggressive, but if you needed someone to help you out when the world had turned its back, there was no better place.”