ABC No Rio’s Beloved Hardcore Scene Transcends Its Physical Space


On a humid Saturday in early June, the graffiti-covered backyard of 156 Rivington on the Lower East Side teemed with punks. A
charcoal grill flamed, an anarchist center tabled, and a crowd in torn T-shirts clustered around broken chairs until the call of amplified guitars summoned them into the building. Onstage — which is to say, on the floor at the far end of the room — the frontman of Ultor, a band listed on the flyer as “blackened crust/d-beat/death warcrust from Queens & LI,” barked: “Let’s hear it for this fuckin’ sweatbox we call ABC No Rio!” It all seemed a world away from the mimosa-buzzed brunch throngs prowling the same block.

Few neighborhoods have changed as dramatically in recent decades as the L.E.S., but on this Saturday afternoon ABC No Rio looks much the same as it has since the musician and fanzine editor who goes by the nom de punk Mike Bullshit booked his first all-ages hardcore show there in December 1989. “On the weekends, it wasn’t really used,” Bullshit recalls. “So I just started booking.” The Saturday Matinees made ABC a mecca for hardcore, the intensified strain of punk born in California in the late Seventies that dominated the genre for the next decade with the rise of bands like Black Flag, Bad Brains, and Dead Kennedys.

Now ABC’s hardcore/punk collective is preparing to go into what members call “exile.” A new condo development is being installed next door, and the century-old building that houses ABC, which isn’t structurally sound enough to survive the neighboring construction, will be torn down. Charles Maggio, whose band Rorschach played the basement in its first month as a hardcore venue, says he’s shocked the place has survived even this long. “When I stepped into that building in late 1989,” he says, “I thought it was
going to fall down.”

Through a combination of luck and occasional upkeep, it hasn’t, and in the
intervening years ABC has succeeded in fostering and sustaining an alternative to a New York hardcore scene that was
already decaying by the time Bullshit started booking his showcases. CBGB, previously the center of the local scene, had stopped hosting matinees after they became unbearably violent. “A friend of mine got the shit kicked out of him, and I realized I couldn’t go there anymore,” he says. “There were people who would go into the pit with a hammer.”

According to Tony Rettman, author of the oral history NYHC: New York Hardcore 1980–1990, “ABC brought a political awareness that wasn’t really there before.” It injected new ideas to revive the scene: Fighting was banned, along with racist, sexist, and homophobic bands. “It was the first place that had an across-the-board aesthetic,” says Rettman. “A lot of places adopted that afterwards.”

Not that ABC was paradise. Early shows took place in a dusty basement where you could catch a nail in the arm
if you danced too close to a beam. And, like most utopian communities, it didn’t always live up to its lofty ideals: Anti-violence policy notwithstanding, fights occasionally broke out. But it was a haven for kids who felt alienated by CBGB’s
aggressive vibe, and, says former booker Freddy Alva, the shows were just fun: “People would break out in conga lines.”

Almost three decades later, even as punk’s profile wanes, ABC’s radical inclusivity still draws a crowd. The anti-bigotry policy has created a fan base that runs counter to the default young-white-male image of a “hardcore kid.” The group that puts together the Saturday shows is diverse in every imaginable way, from race and gender to age and ability. For Shawn, a 28-year-old veteran booker who wore an anti-fascist T-shirt when
we spoke, ABC is about “all identities of punks coming together under one roof.”

When the roof itself comes down, the hardcore matinees will continue at Silent Barn and Aviv, Brooklyn DIY venues whose all-ages mandate and punk politics make them ABC’s spiritual offspring. Aviv booker Tyler Kane says he’s looking forward to the borough’s punk scene getting an injection of grit. “[ABC] harbors a space for local hardcore bands that don’t get so much love in the ‘cool’ — like, Tumblrcore — scene in Brooklyn.”

The displacement isn’t without its challenges. Collective member Esneider Huasipungo points out that the exile shows will happen in neighborhoods undergoing the same changes the L.E.S. saw shortly after ABC opened. “The first
gentrifiers are punks and artists,” he says.

So, it’s even better, then, that the matinees will eventually return home. The ABC No Rio collective owns the Rivington building (the city sold it to them for $1 in 2006) and has been fundraising to execute a long-delayed plan: the erection, in the same spot, of an environmentally sustainable space, including a larger venue with its own lobby.

Collective members are unsure of the timeline for the exile, but they’re counting on the multigenerational makeup of their community to keep things moving forward. After the show, teens swimming in fresh band merch perched on the stoop next to fifty-year-old dads who have introduced their own kids to ABC. Surviving years of displacement will be tough, but the Saturday Matinees are founded on a sense of wide-ranging, dysfunctional, found family — something even condo construction can’t destroy.