Hardcore fans unleash controlled chaos

Arms spinning like windmills in a hurricane, teenage boys throw punches and roundhouse kicks in time to relentless drumming.

In this circle of controlled chaos, they come within millimeters of getting their teeth knocked out. Inches away from a busted jaw.

It's Friday night at the Infinity club in Lincolnshire and some of Lake County's biggest hardcore bands are having a show.

A Grim Fate, One in the Chamber, The Dial, Jerome and others drew more than 200 kids at five bucks a head.

To the uninitiated, the dancing looks spasmodic. Anarchy in motion. Managed violence. But the kids know exactly what they're doing.

Please don't call it "moshing." That's for metal kids. Hardcore kids think mosh pits are lame. Just a bunch of pushing and shoving, they say.

Hardcore kids don't dance. They "throw down." It looks chaotic, but the moves are precise. There's two-steps, circle-pits, push-pits and break downs. If the energy is high, expect some stage diving too.

Some kids come to dance. Some just come to be seen.

Skin tight jeans. Hair dyed jet-black or blonde. Wide white belts. The "scene kids," as they're known, hang on the perimeter. For them, it's more about the fashion than the music.

If the parents say the music sounds like bunch of screaming, they're mostly right.

The microphone pressed hard against his lips, sweat rolling into his eyes, the singer yells in roaring, guttural and mostly incomprehensible bursts.

If you don't get it, that's fine. Because they do. And it's their scene.