This In Defence ditty reminds me of the first time I witnessed 'hardcore dancing'. It was at the Che Cafe, and all the floorpunching and kung fu shit, gah. My first instinct was to laugh, but after a few minutes it dawned upon me that no, this was not a big joke. These kids doing windmills were wholly serious, and apparently spent time practicing their moves for for the big show. My laughter morphed into to confusion to sorrow to pity and finally to utter disdain.