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Bad Religion |
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I Want To Conquer The World |
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A raw slab of punk folk from the revitalized Bad Religion. The title notwithstanding, an unassuming rootsy romp from SoCal's punk forefathers.
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The Hives |
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Hate To Say I Told You So |
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Damn, Swedish people are cool! A fresh-sounding Nordic outfit in the vein of (I)NC, the Hives blend nostalgic, Beatlesque underpinnings with a suave style and modern-day punk urgency.
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Bad Brains |
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Sailin' On |
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Hyperkinetic speed demons -- now known as Soul Brains -- blaze through a frenzied two-minutes worth of mad melody. Fast and furious fun.
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Millencolin |
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No Cigar |
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Sweden's pop-punk heroes issue a mid-tempo slab of punk-by-the-numbers. A whole lot less annoying than Blink, but unfortunately less memorable as well.
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Pennywise |
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Time Marches On |
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High-octane speed thrasher marks Pennywise’s triumphant return to your speakers. Trademark Bad Religion-on-speed vibe is almost too melodic, but politically angst-ridden lyrics do not disappoint. Act up, America!
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Rancid |
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Time Bomb |
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Infectious ska sing-along Clash-es through your speakers with joyous abandon. Don’t think. Just dance.
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Bouncing Souls |
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True Believers |
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Straight-ahead, singalong uplift punk rock delivered with no fuss or frills. A solid 2 1/2 minute positive attitude adjustment session.
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Voodoo Glow Skulls |
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Symbolic |
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Horn-totin’ bilingual ska-core vets keep it tight, tense, and twisted. “Symbolic” is edgy enough to keep the formula sounding fresh, blending doomsday guitars and a frenzied pace with the best hop-along horns this side of the Bosstones.
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The Damage Manual |
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Sunset Gun |
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A blissful blend of gut-wrenching angst and dense sonic nihilism, courtesy of industrial supergroup Damage Manual. Members of Ministry, Killing Joke, and PiL tap into a seriously sinister, seductive vibe.
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Guttermouth |
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She's Got The Look |
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A refreshingly glib, off-the-cuff ditty from 10-year punk veterans Guttermouth. Guys who put the snot back in rock spin a cheeky yarn of punk rock love.
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