It's a nice story with nice people but after seeing this movie I'm convinced there is no Little Rock music scene, I would call it more of a "Fish Bowl" self awaking to what the rest of the ocean had been doing.

I really loved this film, the people are genuine and the story is interesting. It reminded me a lot of my youth growing up being a punk in a small country town. I highly recommend it.

I got a great feeling watching this. I grew up in miami florida, talk about isolated from the rest the country. Geez some people think miami is north Cuba and not even part of the greater USA. Anyways, i related a lot to this movie. My highschool days were spent hanging out with friends and going to shows. thats all.... Miami is an odd place, we just recently had a record store open up (maybe 5 years ago) sure there was Y AND T RECORDS and Blue Note records in NMB, but It's slim pickings. Cheers to Sweat records.... Cheers to Little Rock thanks for the movie.....

This well done rocumentary captures in an hour and fifty minutes from 180 hours of video, demos, and recent interviews the thriving local scene in Little Rock from the late 80's onward that most locals never knew existed. Seventeen year-olds writing, recording, and touring?! Even one of the featured artists thought that the sound of his band's music blasting from a neighboring dorm room in Portland, OR was a "borrowed" vinyl, rather than from the college station that was giving them airplay. Remember Green Day in '92 and '94? Sounds a lot like the Little Rock sound of '89. Coincidental too that they tabbed local artists Jason White and Jeff Matika to play guitar after meeting them passing through Little Rock a couple of times in the pre-Dookie era. The film was released a year before Green Day returned as Foxboro Hot Tubs, playing for four hundred of us packed into Juanita's. Other local venues staged Fugazi, Black Flag, Green Day, The Dead Milkmen, and the Flaming Lips with local acts opening and holding their own with original material. Curious omissions from the film include The Gunbunnies and their 1990 Virgin record "Paw Paw Patch" and the commercial success of Evanescence, the former a true D.I.Y. effort with members still playing, recording and producing music. Dischord Records founder Ian MacKaye lends an insightful perspective throughout the film validating the importance and uniqueness of the Little Rock scene and its contribution to the post-punk era of rock music.

Being a musician from southern california. I lived in Conway Arkansas for 4 years which is 30 mins. north west of Arkansas. All I saw for a scene was abunch of people who were in fraternities who talked the same, dress the same, and act the same and with football and churches going on EVERYWHERE. I couldn't wait to move the heck back to California. I remember Vinos and all I saw was corporate metal/rock bands that sucked balls. Granted it was awesome to see a documentary about how Little Rock at one time had a cool punk/indy scene practically 20 years ago. But the taste in music from the cats I met this past decade was absolute sh!t from that town. This documentary clearly forgot to mention that Evansence who were on a major label came from Little Rock way before American Princes. Oh but they don't want to mention the corporate crap bands like that. This documentary wanted to show that Little Rock was hip and cool. Sorry maybe at one time it was. All I saw when I was there was abunch of wanna bes and don't know how to bes. However, the only positive thing I witnessed there was that they were united as a music scene both Hip-Hop and rock wise and as the documentary clearly demonstrated the reason why is because there is absolutely NOTHING going on in that state except mild racism and Razorback football. Hey y'all lets go deer huntin' after the show and watch the grass grow drinking busch light. Give me a freakin break, artistic my a$$! ANother positive note is the bands in the documentary here were good and it's to bad they weren't prevalent when I took residency there. Almost makes me want to go back to see it again to disprove what I experienced.