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“It’s Friday night, and I’m in the basement

Screaming out my lungs with my best friends

I hope when I die

I feel this alive.”

  • It’s lyrics like this, so unashamedly juvenile but visceral, coupled with that throttling bar rock sound, that make this band work.
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