15 Bands From Ohio That Prove The State Isn’t One Giant Uninhabitable Cornfield

A lot has been said about Ohio. Most of it is disparaging and unflattering. If you are to believe all the memes you’ve read about the state and its residents, you likely have an image of a mountainless area filled to the brim with slovenly, bored, and uneducated farmers. That’s if you even believe the state exists at all. We won’t stand for this slander as we’re pretty sure at least one of our writers grew up in Dayton. To set the record straight, here are a handful of bands that call Ohio home when they aren’t on tour or living in a different state altogether.

Guided By Voices

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Former school teacher and current ‘genius,’ Robert Pollard, has reportedly written over 1,600 songs. At least 500 of those went to his lo-fi project, Guided By Voices. It’s rumored that a minimum of 22 of the latter are actually listenable. It’s said that if you click the heels of your Chuck Taylor’s three times while repeating ‘I Am A Scientist’ you will be transported to a dive bar in Dayton, Ohio. There, a forty-something guy in a flannel with a neck tattoo will buy you a shot, but only if you can name three GBV songs that aren’t ‘Teenage FBI,’ and no: you can’t use ‘I Am A Scientist’ again.

Devo

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What’s that you were saying about Ohio never producing anything cool or memorable, you smug asshole? That’s what I thought. Famed New Wave heroes, Devo, were founded by Kent State University students in Akron. The varied political leanings of the Midwestern swing state they call home likely provided fertile inspirational ground for the satirical social commentary that permeates their discography. Muses aside, Devo stands to this day as one of the state’s finest exports, second only to sweet corn.

Brainiac

Dayton may be the ‘Birthplace of Aviation,’ but no one really cares about that anymore. Arguably more exciting is the fact that Dayton is the birthplace of Brainiac (or 3RAN1AC if you want to be a dick about it). Before their five-year run was cut tragically short by the untimely death of lead singer, Tim Taylor, they pushed the envelope on nearly every subgenre of punk and hardcore in existence. The band’s out-of-control sound has been cited to have influenced countless bands including, but not limited to; Nine Inch Nails, The Mars Volta, The Blood Brothers, and somehow even Muse (when they were good, we assume).

The Dopamines

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Cincinnati is a mecca of energetic punk music, and none represents this fact more than the Dopamines. A band so renowned that even Mikey Erg moonlights as their second guitarist from time to time. Armed with extremely catchy hooks, power-chord anthems, and chant-along choruses, their output matches their namesake to a tee. One listen will immediately whisk you away to a sweaty basement on a college campus as you chug Rheingeist and scream your lungs out until some asshole cop shuts down the show and ruins your night.

The Breeders

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Everyone loves Pixies, but studied listeners know that Dayton resident Kim Deal’s The Breeders are the better band. Started initially as a side project while Deal devoted the majority of her time slinging bass and vocals for Pixies, The Breeders quickly rose to a prominence worthy of matching the latter’s. Incorporating Deal’s twin sister Kelley as well as a revolving door of players featuring members of Fear, Slint, and The Perfect Disaster, the band essentially serves as a ‘90s alt-rock supergroup depending on the era you are perusing. Kurt Cobain once listed ‘Pod’ as one of his favorite albums, and he was right to do so. That shit rips.

Defiance, Ohio

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Florida has their Against Me! and Ohio has their Defiance, Ohio. Initially formed as a three-piece in Columbus, and stealing their name from a small town in the northern part of the state, the group quickly became legends in the folk-punk scene. Their DIY ethic and anti-capitalistic lyrical themes were so strongly incorporated, the band famously found themselves having to explain their actions after deciding to allow famed indie label, No Idea Records, to release their second album ‘The Great Depression.’ That’s right, not only does Ohio actually exist, but its folk-punk scene also runs on clout.

Cloud Nothings

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Started as one in a lengthy series of fake bands created by Cleveland local, wunderkind, and lead singer/songwriter Dylan Baldi, Cloud Nothings quickly rose to prominence by infusing elements of indie and pop-punk with the sounds of their home city’s hardcore scene. Combined, those influences craft a heavy as fuck sound without sacrificing that sweet Midwestern charm their home state is known for. Imagine the Strokes as a post-hardcore band that for some reason was tasked with performing a gig at the Gates of Hell, and you’ll be in the ballpark.

Dead Boys

Among the first wave of punk acts to emerge in the late ‘70s, Dead Boys from Cleveland made their mark as one of the most chaotic and violent groups of the fledgling genre. Not unlike the multitude of Ohio residents who have never left their hometowns, the original iteration of the band would ultimately fall apart after releasing only two albums. An event equating to an unfortunate waste of a mountain of potential. Still their influence and legacy lives on, spawning sporadic reunions as a fresh lineup has been teasing new music since 2017.

Lung

Have you ever wondered what System Of A Down would sound like if they consisted of just a cello player and a drummer? Quit dreaming and listen to Cincinnati’s very own Lung. Performing as just a two-piece, the band manages to craft a lush and chaotic sound thanks to Kate Wakefield’s shredding effects-driven cello and operatic voice. Drummer Daisy Caplan holds down the fort with thudding dramatic beats. Together they make a racket so righteous you’d think they were from a respectable state.

The Afghan Whigs

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Hailing from Cincinnati, The Afghan Whigs hold the honor of being the second-ever non-PNW-based band to be signed to Sub Pop Records. How’s that for boring old Ohio? The band blends elements of grunge, R&B, and punk to form a vehicle for lead singer Greg Dulli dark and professorial lyrics. That’s not to say you need an English Degree from UC to understand their output, but they are certainly not for casual listeners like our standard uneducated readers.

Nine Inch Nails

Genre-bending pioneers and horndog legends Nine Inch Nails originated as the brainchild of Cleveland’s Trent Reznor. Despite Ohio’s legacy of agricultural innovation, Nine Inch Nails is largely responsible for popularizing and propelling Industrial Rock into the mainstream, though you would be apt to not mention that in front of Reznor or a farmer. The next time you listen to ‘Closer’ alone in your car like a depraved psychopath, consider how truly challenging it must have been for Trent to overcome such instilled Midwestern reservation to deliver the sex jam of the century.

Mushroomhead

A full two years before the masked metal band Slipknot emerged, Mushroomhead was already ahead of the curve regarding their costumed concept. In fact, the commonalities between the bands coupled with the suspected plagiarism committed by Slipknot lead to a chaotic feud that erupted in a violent 1999 tour-stop in Mushroomhead’s hometown of Cleveland, OH. As Slipknot took the stage, a horde of angry concertgoers began pelting the band with anything they could get their hands on, including (allegedly) a padlock that struck bassist Paul Dedrick Gray square in the face. All of this is apparently water under the bridge as each band claims fandom of the other, but one thing remains clear: Don’t fuck with Cleveland or you’ll get the padlock.

All Dogs

Columbus’s All Dogs formed as a bit of a supergroup featuring members of local legends, Delay, Saintseneca, and Slaughter Beach, Dog. Their sugary hooks mixed with their vulnerable lyricism made their debut album, ‘Kicking Every Day,’ an instant hit among those yearning for the next pop-punk explosion. While the band would essentially disappear for eight years after that review, rumblings in their camp have suggested a comeback may be on the horizon.

The National

You don’t have to be a divorced middle-aged Dad to thoroughly enjoy The National, but it helps. Though technically formed in Brooklyn, New York circa 1999, the original lineup of the band was comprised entirely of members that claim Cincinnati as their home base. Since Brooklyn already has enough bands, we likely won’t get too much pushback here by rightfully claiming them for the Buckeye State. With captivating lyrics and delicately produced backbeats, The National remains one of the most revered contemporary alt-rock bands among very sad Midwesterners, and likely will for years to come.

Hawthorne Heights

This one is probably pretty obvious considering their massively popular and genre-defying single “Ohio Is For Lovers.” While Hawthorne Heights in no way invented or pioneered Midwestern Emo, we want to give Ohio a win here and fill our comment section with inflammatory retorts, so we’ll just go ahead and say it: Emo music did not exist until Hawthorne Heights released ‘The Silence In Black In White,’ making Ohio not just the birthplace for modern Emo, but the entire genre as a whole.

Put On Your Denim Vest and White High Tops Then Tell Your Parole Officer You’re Going to be Late Because We Ranked the 50 Best ‘80s Thrash Metal Songs

In the years prior to 1983 (give or take), many fans of hard rock and heavy metal were trapped with the ultimate crisis: the need for a genre of music that combined the edge and crushing riffs of the NWOBHM movement, Judas Priest and Motorhead, and the ferocity and attitude that comes with punk/hardcore music. Heshers all over the world were chomping at the bit for the heaviest bands, then bands heavier than that, then heavier than even that etc.

Without a doubt this was the biggest crisis the world faced during the 1980s, the solution came along in the early part of the decade, and heavy music was never the same. I’m talking about the birth of blistering, neck-breaking, beer swilling, cut-off-the-sleeves-of-every-piece-of-clothing -I-own thrash metal.

Call it thrash, call it speed, call it whatever you please. No matter what you call it, we can agree that it was the opposition to all those lame glam bands of the era that were tarnishing the name of metal, so therefore a list of the best thrash songs of the decade is in store.

Note: This list may cause neck injury, bangovers, and the defacing of thrift store denim jackets.

50. Znöwhite “Baptized by Fire”

We start this list off with Chicago thrash legends Znöwhite. Yeah, the album cover to “Act of God” is atrocious, but if the phrase “don’t judge an album by how fucking dumb it’s cover is” was ever true, it’s with this one.

49. Demolition Hammer “Infectious Hospital Waste”

A metal song about gross hospital garbage floating in the sea. Sounds pretty fucking heavy, right?

48. Toxik “Social Overload”

Toxik are one of those thrash bands from this era that aren’t known very well, but pretty much check all the boxes. Socially conscious lyrics? Check. Roadrunner/Roadracer records? Check. Ed Repka cover art? Check. Check them out.

47. Evildead “Annihilation of Civilization”

Oh look, more Ed Repka art! Named after the classic film “The Evil Dead,” Evildead are a classic band in their own right, but not quite on the same level as the film. Basically what I’m saying is: this album could use more chainsaws, but still worthy of this last overall.

46. Opprobrium (Incubus) “Voices From the Grave”

Before they changed their name, Opprobrium went by the name of Incubus. Imagine looking for a copy of “Serpent Temptation” in a record shop and only seeing copies of “Make Yourself.” The world can be so cruel.

45. Artillery “The Almighty”

Giant bombs + lightning fast riffs + cartoon guy holding a big ass gun on the cover = Danish thrash metal perfection!

44. Vectom “Too Fast for Hell”

Anyone can be “Too Fast for Love,” but only Vectom can be “Too Fast for Hell.” Is there a speed limit in hell? Are there “Slow Demons at Play” road signs? Who knows….

43. Nasty Savage “Metal Knights”

Nasty Savage are one of those bands who gets lumped in with the thrash genre, but one could certainly argue against it. But one thing everyone can agree on is this: smashing a TV over your head on stage is about as metal as it gets.

42. Onslaught “Thrash Till the Death”

Onslaught are one of the few thrash bands to emerge out of Britain and one of the many bands to have a song based on thrashing yourself to death. It’s almost like thrash bands of the ‘80s were trying to convince their fans to kill themselves with their preferred music choice. What a concept!

41. Death Angel “Evil Priest”

With their drummer only being 14, and the rest of the band all being 20 years old at the time, “The Ultra-Violence” is basically Kidz Bop goes metal before Kidz Bop was a thing.

40. Forbidden “Step by Step”

Okay, so this one is technically 1990, but it has ‘80s thrash written all over it and technically it’s the 10th year of the ‘80s because we didn’t start counting at 0. Plus it’s entitled “Step by Step” and contains no Patrick Duffy, so that’s another plus.

39. Anthrax “Metal Thrashing Mad”

This song was released when Anthrax didn’t look so happy when they played. But surely they became more respectable as time went on…..NOT.

38. Tankard “(Empty) Tankard”

Oh no! Tankard’s tankard is empty! Germans love their thrash just as much as their beer, and Tankard does a fine job of combining the two. A total anthem for any metalhead who has had to scrub crusted vomit off their denim vest from the night before.

37. Whiplash “Power Thrashing Death”

Another vicious thrash assault released on Roadrunner Records. If your brain doesn’t feel like the bean-headed guy in the robot’s grip on the cover after listening to this song, then you’re doing it wrong.

36. Dark Angel “Hunger of the Undead”

Dark Angel are the very definition of how vicious thrash metal could get. That viciousness is pretty much summed up in this one song, and you can almost feel yourself being ripped apart by the undead as you listen to it. Ouch.

35. Sacrifice “Burned at the Stake”

Who said all Canadians were nice? Maybe the members of Sacrifice are, I’ve never met them. But this song, or the whole album for that matter, certainly is not “nice.” It’s one of the more stripped-down, vicious thrash metal albums of the ‘80s.

34. Coroner “Masked Jackal”

Coroner is a technical thrash band that doesn’t get too techy to the point of being boring. There are a few bands I can think of that missed this list that fall under that category, but this is a list of best thrash metal songs, and metal fans have always been respectful to bands they don’t like.

33. Bulldozer “Cut Throat”

Italian speed metal at its absolute finest. The singer looks a bit like a “Flash Gordon” villain, but that doesn’t take much away from the greatness of this song or record. Perhaps it enhances the greatness, even.

32. Sacred Reich “Surf Nicaragua”

Sacred Reich are a bit hit-or-miss really, but they do have the title of being the only thrash metal band to be featured on the “Encino Man” soundtrack. And that’s something every band should aspire to.

31. Warrant “The Enforcer”

More German speed! Yes, the German Warrant, not that other band with the same name. Come to think of it, that happens a lot in metal, huh? Anyways, blast this, stay clear of that.

Desperate Opener Selling Kidneys At Merch Table

BOISE, Idaho — Up-and-coming band Settler’s Pit are desperately trying to sell their kidneys to pay for gas just one week into their first full US tour, sympathetic but grossed out sources report.

“We’re only days into this shit and we are already completely broke,” said frontman Steve Marble. “We’ve tried everything; shirts with relevant pop culture references, BOGO sales, our drummer even tried selling his nudes but of course no one wanted them. Obviously we’d like to keep our kidneys, but I just don’t see any other option. There are three weeks of tour left so if we can each sell one, we should maybe break even.”

Headlining band Product Cult are empathetic towards their openers, as they’ve been in the same position when they first started out.

“Yeah I feel bad for those guys, but this is how it is when you’re green to the industry,” said guitarist Bill Barkley. “I’ve still got the scar from having my kidney removed in the back of our van, and I’m pretty sure our bassist has the world record for most plasma donated in a one month span. Obviously we’ll keep doing the thing where we tell the crowd to go buy the opening band’s merch, but come on, no one actually does that. It’s just a way for us to look like we’re trying to help.”

Settler’s Pit even resorted to looking on the black market, going so far as to invite a potential buyer to a show.

“The band found me on the dark web and asked if I could give them a quote,” said a masked, hooded figure with a styrofoam cooler packed with ice who wished to remain anonymous. “I took a big risk coming here tonight and it was all for nothing. It only took one look at these guys to know that I don’t want their organs. They don’t look very healthy. Maybe I’d go for it when I was a fucking noob, but I’m in the big time now. Selling these B-grade kidneys would crush the reputation I’ve worked so hard to build.”

At press time, Settler’s Pit’s bass player had to be stopped from trying to remove his own lung with a butter knife at the merch table, having been driven mad by hunger.

Help! I Spent Decades and Thousands of Dollars Chasing the Perfect Guitar Tone, but Life is Meaningless and Nothing Goes With Us When We Die!

I’m in a bit of a pickle here. Ever since I picked up guitar at 13 and subscribed to Guitar World magazine, I’ve obsessed over tone. Nothing is ever good enough; I require the highest quality components for my rig. I do A/B tests in my bedroom despite never having joined a band nor have I written a song.

And a few days ago, I finally reached the goal of perfect tone. I plugged my Gibson Custom Shop Murphy Lab Aged Les Paul into my original gold Klon Centaur which pushes the front end of my Two Rock Classic Reverb Signature with every Strymon pedal connected via the effects loop. Then something happened. I struck a E7#9 chord and instantly came to a realization. Life has no meaning and when we die, we die alone. Nothing and no one can go with us. And there’s no reason behind any of this madness.

This is what I get for trusting capitalism’s hollow promises. “Just one more analog pedal.” “Just one more boutique PAF-style humbucker.” Nope. I’ve climbed the mountain; I own every piece of high-end gear I could want. The smoothest, silkiest lead tone won’t fill the void in my chest. And now I don’t know what to do.

I’m deeply ashamed of how much money and time I spent. I was on the Gibson Custom Shop waiting list for years before getting my Les Paul, which I nicknamed Clappy after Eric Clapton. This was before I realized how much of a dickhead Clapton is, so cut me some slack. That led to its own existential spiral. Don’t even get me started on that one. But when I die, my casket will be lowered into the ground and Clappy will be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Maybe I should try out some religions or philosophies? Buddhism seems pretty chill, but I really don’t want to be another Westerner half-studying Thích Nhất Hạnh and talking partygoers’ ears off. I’d consider Mormonism but I’ve invested too much in my home coffee setup to abandon it. Baptist churches seem cool and I could probably play in the house band, but I really hate Taylor guitars so that wouldn’t work. And I still don’t know if any of these would answer the question of why I’m here to begin with.

Or maybe this is a sign that it’s time to get into modular synthesis.

Nickelback Firmly Insists No AI Helped Write New Concept Album About Quantum Physics and Geopolitics

HANNA, Alberta — Rock band Nickelback reportedly dismissed swirling rumors that their new album “Geopolitical Quantum: An Analysis of Cosmic Diplomacy” was generated by AI and insisted the music was the result of their own profound genius, sources confirmed.

“AI? Come on. Real Nickelback fans can tell I’ve had an insatiable curiosity for quantum phenomena and their implications on global affairs ever since we dropped ‘Rockstar,’” said lead singer Chad Kroeger while watching Youtube clips of the Power Slap competition. “I can assure you this album is nothing but organic Kroegerian intellect, baby. Daniel, our drummer, even hand-painted the cover! He only put that DALL-E watermark in the bottom corner to serve as a metaphor about robots and the government, obviously.”

Many fans were taken aback by the album’s jarring left turn, straying from Nickelback’s signature themes.

“I miss the simpler days when their music was about partying or falling in love or exuding sheer joy over that beer in your hand,” said longtime fan Ed Tremaine. “Do they really expect me to pump my fist to a song that uses the word ‘sojourns’ seventeen times? There’s not even a single mention on the entire album of standing in a circle with your lifelong pals while sharing cold beers and stories of the good ol’ days! And have you seen the tracklist? You want me to believe they wrote a song titled ‘Sorry, I Cannot Complete That Request’? This just isn’t the Nickelback I know!”

Quantum physicist Dr. Francesca Caldwell praised Nickelback for uncovering several new theories about anti-matter.

“Nickelback not only created a groundbreaking piece of buttrock, but they’ve also revolutionized our understanding of the universe,” said Dr. Caldwell. “The sheer brilliance of these revelations go far beyond the capabilities of an artificial intelligence. Thanks to Nickelback, intricate problems previously thought unsolvable will be solved with efficiency, interstellar exploration will be revolutionized tenfold, and we are significantly closer to understanding the mysteries of our vast universe. Fuck, that album is fire.”

As of press time, Nickelback announced their next album will refute Einstein’s theory of relativity, and they expect to complete it in just one fifteen-minute studio session.

‘Punk Humanitarian of the Year’ Awarded to Drunk Guy Giving Away Loose Cigarettes

NEW YORK — The annual “Punk Humanitarian of the Year” award was given to local drunk Rick Johnson who selflessly gave away over 35 loose cigarettes outside of a show late last year, confirmed guests at the gala held at the prestigious Paul Skinner Halfway House and Theater for the Arts earlier today.

“There were so many deserving nominees for this year’s big award. There was Liz Lovett, for always having extra safety pins when someone tore their battle vest. Phil Hansen, who showed up to the afterparty with a six-pack because his parents haven’t cut him off yet. But there was one punk’s charitable contributions to the scene that stood above the rest this year,” said emcee Killy Crystal while fishing a crumpled envelope out of his sleeveless tux pocket before opening it with a boxcutter. “Rick Johnson, for getting way too drunk last night and giving away loose cigarettes to anyone that asked!”

Mr. Johnson, who was deeply hungover while accepting the award, emphasized the importance of community in his acceptance speech.

“Wow, what an incredible honor. I wish I could remember doing any of that shit because I’m sure there are so many people I either need to thank or apologize to,” said Johnson, wincing in pain as the bright spotlights exacerbated his headache. “First, I’d like to thank my older brother Corey, who let me bum my first cigarette at the tender age of seven. Oh, and the guy that shared that ziplock bag full of tequila he smuggled in with me after the bartender cut me off—without you, I wouldn’t have got drunk enough to make this possible.”

Fellow nominee Tripp Gladwell begrudgingly gave Johnson his props for the award-winning display of generosity.

“I wanted to win so fucking bad, but you can’t deny the impact Rick’s had on all our lives. Hell, I bummed two smokes off him myself,” said Gladwell, who was nominated for stealing the key to the locked spray paint cabinet at Walmart. “Due to the rising cost of cigarettes, this man is single-handedly responsible for the largest charitable donation to the scene since Paul Skinner’s widow bought this venue with the insurance payout she got after that stack of amps fell on him.”

At press time, a Lifetime Achievement award was given to beloved doorman Mick Freeman for his thirty years of selfless service to the punk community pretending to check IDs at venue doors despite being legally blind.

Summer is Almost Over, Time to Dopamine-Boost With What We’ve Been Listening to This Week

Somehow August is already here. Soon, the leaves will be falling faster than our serotonin levels. It may feel hopeless knowing that in just a couple of short months, it will be getting dark at 6 p.m. again, and all your friends will be coming up with weather-related reasons to not hang out. Before you go reaching for that therapy lamp that is supposed to reproduce the feeling of sunlight but never fucking works, try out a healthy dose of new music first. It won’t replace the feeling of human contact or love, but it might just help you forget the constant reminder of mortality the transitioning of the season often brings.

superviolet “waver”

Still riding the wave of this year’s excellent debut, ‘infinite spring,’ Columbus, Ohio’s superviolet has released a scrapped song from the album. ‘waver’ is an incredibly catchy bop whose theme revolves around the never-ending march of time. It encourages not overthinking things, because at the end of the day, the sands of the hourglass will always run out, leaving you stuck in the same place you always were. If that doesn’t make you feel less dreadful about the impending onset of your seasonal affective disorder, it’s likely that nothing will.

Wilco “Evicted”

While the warmer months may be subsiding soon, Wilco’s output shows no sign of slowing down. To the excitement of every middle-aged man and woman in America, Wilco announced their thirteenth record, ‘Cousin.’ This time, they’ve enlisted the production powers of avant-garde rock legend Cate Le Bon to bring their subdued alt-rock sounds to freaky new heights. The first single, ‘Evicted,’ brings to mind the experimental sounds that permeated their seminal record ‘Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.’ We’re pretty sure we have Le Bon to thank for that.

Lutalo “PLPH”

Singer-songwriter Lutalo Jones is currently one of indie-rock’s best-kept secrets. A designation that will hopefully change once his excellent EP ‘Again’ drops on August 25th. Those who have been lucky enough to catch his solo sets on recent tours with Adrienne Lenker and Katy Kirby already know Jones has a penchant for surreal lyricism coupled with a baritone register that could wake the dead. When listening to his recorded output, however, you might notice he also has an innate talent for dazzling production. This is especially evident on his new single ‘PLPH.’ Trust us, you’ll want to get in on this before a TikTok dance trend inevitably sours the moment.

FIDLAR “Nookie (Limp Bizkit Cover)”

We know we’re a little late to the game on this one, but honestly, why the fuck aren’t more people talking about this? We understand that you’ve come to trust us to be the omnipotent gods of hearing and delivering the hottest indie and punk tracks to your ears, but even the experts miss things from time to time, and we can’t help but think you fuckers have been holding out on us. Shame! Anyway, ICYMI, FIDLAR released a cover of Limp Bizkit’s Masterwork, ‘Nookie,’ and it rips. In fact, it almost rips too hard. This is essentially a beat-for-beat remake of the song. We are by no means complaining, but we are hoping this signals that Fred Durst has secretly joined the band.

Chris Farren “Screensaver”

Chris Farren (Antartigo Vespucci, Fake Problems) dropped his latest and excellent LP, ‘Doom Singer,’ on Friday. In our opinion, it might be his best effort to date. Farren’s solo work tends to veer much further into the pop territory than his previous efforts, and despite the album’s title, there is little ‘doom’ to be found. Album highlight, ‘Screensaver,’ appears to be ringing out the washcloth that is Summer for all the sweet sunny juice it can muster. Drink up, folks, and don’t come whining to us if you don’t feel refreshed after.

You may have noticed that we recently relaunched our online shop, and if you haven’t, we’re super disappointed in you. All abasement aside, with our recently launched vinyl section, we asked our staff what records they were most excited about picking up. Some of their picks weren’t featured in our store, which we’ll scold them for later, but for now here are some record recommendations from your local music nerds of which you can buy physical copies (the records, not the nerds).

Against Me! “Pints of Guinness Make You Strong”

Taking it back to close where it all started, ‘Pints of Guinness Make You Strong,’ opens Against Me!’s pivotal and seminal debut full-length “Is Reinventing Axl Rose.” Many incorrectly refer to this as Against Me!’s best album. Many others are still pissed they signed to a label to release it in the first place. Needless to say, this record is a great conversation piece and will help you look cool in front of your gatekeeping friends even though you secretly prefer the band’s later work.

Rites of Spring “For Want Of”

Everyone loves Minor Threat, but not enough attention is paid to the other half of Fugazi’s former band, Rites of Spring. Though the band has never agreed in any sense of the term, they are often cited as the pioneers of emo. Your friend still thinks My Chemical Romance holds that honor, so this is a great song to play to shut them up once and for all. Their debut album and EP ‘All Through A Life’ go out of print constantly, and we are the only shop we know of that sells both. Don’t believe us? Google it. (Actually, please don’t, just buy the record from our store.)

Alkaline Trio “Queen of Pain”

Hot off one of Alkaline Trio’s best-split releases, ‘Queen of Pain’ is cram packed with some of Matt Skiba’s best signature one-liners and guitar riffs. If you want to impress your friends with a deep Alk3 cut while simultaneously pretending you listen to Hot Water Music, we strongly advise you to pick up a copy of their split EP immediately. Whatever you do, though, don’t put it on when your date shows up for drinks at your apartment.

Every AFI Album Ranked From Worst To Best

A Fire Inside has been going strong for thirty-plus years and has eleven full-lengths, various questionable and/or unquestionable haircuts, and several EPs/live records/compilations to speak for it. Easily one of our favorite bands without exaggeration to 100% completely and utterly subjectively rank albums for. AFI, with or without periods, started with humble beginnings, eventually signed with a major label, successfully debuted at number one on Billboard with our #5 entry, and still packs venues to an extremely loyal fanbase of lost souls this very day. Today’s lesson: Catch a hot one, smile, then despair.

11. Answer That and Stay Fashionable (1995)

An oldie isn’t always a goodie, but even “bad” AFI is good without quotes. We know, we gaffed and AFI’s 1995 debut studio record “Answer That and Stay Fashionable” should be the number one ranked LP here, actually we can’t even make it through this sentence without unsuccessfully asking our mom for permission to do so, gasping, laughing, falling down, and turning ill. While your favorite release is completely contingent on where you were in your respective life when you discovered the band, this album is a good intro to your friend and mine about a band with an expansive catalog, but that’s about it.

Play it again: “I Wanna Get a Mohawk (But Mom Won’t Let Me Get One)”
Skip it: “Kung-Fu Devil”

10. Shut Your Mouth and Open Your Eyes (1997)

Northern California’s AFI formed in 1991 and subsequently released four albums in the 1990s. In a predictable manner to us and a possibly unpredictable one to you, the first three records to come out are the first three to be mentioned in this piece; this fact that is an opinion will likely make you close your eyes and open your mouth, but honestly you should lower your head and take it in the body. However, this entry is actually their third full-length and the next one to be featured is their second, showing you, the avid reader, that we put some intricate and delicate thought into this here list. You’re welcome; the devil loves you. Anyway, to add salt for your wounds, the best part about this one is the fantastic LP that directly followed it in 1999. More on that punk classic later!

Play it again: “A Single Second”
Skip it: “pH Low”

9. Very Proud of Ya (1996)

AFI’s 1996’s LP “Very Proud of Ya” is the band’s sophomore release, and as a wake-up call to all of you misguided and bitter Despair Faction members, it’s their best effort of the first three records; yep. While it admittedly has way too many songs, in fact, the most tracks on any of the band’s total albums, the longest tune clocks at at two-minutes and forty-five seconds, so if you’re not a fan of a particular entry, advances in modern technology would permit you to either skip or cruise control through it. Basically 1995-1997 were adolescent years for the group, and they finally hit their adult stride on the self-titled EP that came out one year later, but as you know, that is not technically an album, so if you’re looking for its ranking here, think again, pleeb. To close this trilogy that isn’t as good as “The Godfather” trilogy, but arguably better than part three, “Very Proud of Ya” is the last album from the band that wasn’t truly consistent from its nascent start to its bitter end.

Play it again: “Advances in Modern Technology”
Skip it: “Shatty Fatmas”

8. Self-Titled (also referred to as The Blood Album) (2017)

Self-titled records are often a combination or an inkling of a valiant return to form, a strategic back-to-basics vibe, and, to be quite frank, the lack of a good name suggestion for an album. While you can decide in the comments which of these AFI’s 2017 LP actually is or isn’t, and we know that you dumb kids actually will, one thing’s for sure, the blood on this record literally runs thick, and there is a plethora of sonic influences over the course of its fourteen tracks. That is definitely not a bad thing, but the other seven records just did it better. We’re gonna end this section with an Easter Egg from the extremely serious and rarely comedic group known as A Fire Inside: AFI has a song on “The BLOOD Album” called “Above the Bridge” and Red Hot Chili Peppers have a song called “Under The Bridge” on their blockbuster “BLOOD Sugar Sex Magik” record. Woah! California!

Play it again: “Snow Cats”
Skip it: “White Offerings”

7. Bodies (2021)

In an effort to showcase a huge case of low-hanging and possibly spoiled fruit, Drowning Pool did it first in their megahit butt-rock single twenty years before 2021’s AFI record “Bodies,” but this most recent album effort from the band with three letters as its band name is the first of two one-word albums starting with the letter “B” to be sequentially listed here. Speaking of the letter “B,” one more five-word album from the band to be mentioned later also starts with “B” and it is a bodacious entry at that! Back to “Bodies,” this record is the group’s shortest album of their career to be released after 1997, and truly, truly leaves the listener wanting more, which is good or bad depending on who is writing an album ranking article for your twisted tongues. We’ll check out your blog later and subsequently toast to the band’s next eleven LPs!

Play it again: “Dulceria”
Skip it: “Back From The Flesh”

6. Burials (2013)

Gil Norton produced several rad and sonically perfect LPs for Foo Fighters, Jimmy Eat World, Pixies, Echo & the Bunnymen, and many, many more bands that even your anxious and bitter punk rock hearts secretly and not-so-secretly love. Gil sat behind the boards for 2013’s “Burials,” and along with the number two entry in this article is one of the more underrated AFI albums in their expansive catalog, and it won’t likely start a deep slow panic to admit that the record is definitely the most unappreciated one to be listed thus far. Wild! Last words of the runaway: “Burials” is as dark as its album title suggests, and so, so much catchier than most bands could ever hope to be in or around the scene. Our hope for forgiveness dies.

Play it again: “I Hope You Suffer”
Skip it: “Wild”

5. Decemberunderground (2006)

Here’s a true summer shudder to all of you fools about a cold (love-like) Winter album title: You’re so right, this one should at the very least be a medal winner in the golden #1, silver #2, or bronze #3 slot in this piece, but we’re not apologizing as your negative comments light a fire inside. Sorry not sorry: Number five is what it is and we’re the final word on a piece that we write. Yep. Still, 2016’s “Decemberunderground” really rips, and it likely introduced many to the four-piece known as AFI; much respect. It’s also badass that this record topped the album charts, and it’s even cooler that seventeen years after the album came out, “Miss Murder” STILL gets constant radio love to the masses. Simply a look can break your heart.

Play it again: “Prelude 12/21”
Skip it: “37mm”

4. Black Sails in the Sunset (1999)

Ranks 11-9 are the band’s first three albums from the 90s, and 8-5 are all from this century, so how did we do so far? Answer that and… yeah, no. 1999’s “Black Sails in the Sunset” is the last album of the 20th century to be mentioned in this piece, and the songs still truly hold up today! Who knew? Bad Religion certainly doesn’t hold a monopoly on chanting, and AFI opens this record up by discussing our album rankings in this article by shouting, “Through our bleeding we are four! Through our bleeding we are four!” At a glance, this hilarious joke references its fourth slot position, and the actual number of people in the raucous and revered rock-and-roll band AFI. Say the titles of tracks 2-4 on this record out loud three times fast and jump down to the next section!

Play it again: “God Called in Sick Today” and then fast forward to the bonus track “Midnight Sun”; what came forth from the remains?
Skip it: “At A Glance”

3. The Art of Drowning (2000)

AFI kicked off this century with “The Art of Drowning” on September 19, 2000, and the punk world hasn’t been the same in the best way since. This LP is the band’s last album to be solely released on Dexter “The singer and the guitarist for The Offspring and a licensed pilot who has a doctorate in molecular biology and who wrote ‘Original Prankster’ in case you forgot” Holland’s Nitro Records before inking a deal with the now-defunct DreamWorks Records, which eventually folded into Geffen Records and later merged into the Interscope Geffen A&M Records group. That’s a mouthful of greetings and goodbyes. Two albums before the group’s eventual #1 slot on Billboard (and #5 slot over here), this record is their first to chart in the top 200, providing the charts with an initiation for the lost souls. SMILE!

Play it again: “Morningstar ”
Skip it: “Catch a Hot One”

2. Crash Love (2009)

This may ruffle some feathers, rather, this may (and this is foreshadowing to the #1 spot below) modify various makeshift wings, but we don’t do this for your (crash) love; we solely do it for your bitter non-beautiful comments, dorks. As we mentioned and alluded to in the handy-dandy “Burials” section a mere four positions above, 2009’s “Crash Love” may just be AFI’s most underrated album, and your anger on this position proves said opinion as fact. SACRILEGE! If this truly offends you, just medicate, and then you will say, “Okay, I feel better now.” Anyway, “Crash Love” is the band’s last album since “The Art of Drowning” to have less than three singles, which successfully proved that the fourpiece’s label ended transmission and gave up on this one way too soon, which is a shame given how flawless it is. If you had a chance to see AFI open for Green Day on this record’s (and GD’s also underrated “21st Century Breakdown” LP’s) cycle, throw your arms into the sky!

Play it again: “End Transmission”
Skip it: This is the first of two “skip it” sections to recommend that you don’t in fact “skip shit”

1. Sing the Sorrow (2003)

This time imperfect: We know that millions of diehard AFI fans will flock to read these rankings, but even hardcore and misguided ‘90s AFI indie label fans have to legally admit that this major-label debut is the band’s most superior album front-to-back. You can’t be mad at this placement, but you will be! Come. On. Now. The band’s eventual platinum-selling and perfect sans any filler LP “Sing the Sorrow” hit stores/MTV/radio/random cool supermarkets and head shops in March of 2003, and successfully found a way to unite both a plethora of old and new fans of the group, being FAR from a great disappointment. This celluloid dream is extremely rare when bands make a jump to the big leagues, and you’ve gotta give the band mad props for doing so.

Play it again: The whole thing front-to-back
Skip it: It would be a great disappointment if you skipped any songs from this record

 

We Listened to Every Maroon 5 Song Because We Got Trapped in an Aeropostale Dressing Room

Those of you who have been asking for a Maroon 5 review are in luck, and also, go fuck yourselves. This past weekend we accidentally accomplished a full-discography digest of the band after getting barricaded inside an Aeropostale dressing room for a long and grueling seventeen hours.

We were just trying to steal a pair of socks!

We tried calling for help, but unfortunately, our screams could not be heard under the passionate wail of Adam Levine’s vocals reverberating throughout the store. Between the plastic smell of mass-produced accessories and the blare of a playlist that apparently has not changed since 2013, the experience proved to be rather hellish. Nonetheless, we came away with a comprehensive review:

“She Will Be loved”

Old school Maroon 5 fans will remember when stone-cold heartthrob Adam Levine revealed his sensitive side by claiming he doesn’t mind spending every day on the corner in the pouring rain of one lucky eighteen-year-old girl who he deems a “beauty queen having some trouble with herself.” Oh, that angsty age-gap romance endemic only to the early early 2000s! Even we, while planning our escape through the crack at the top of the dressing room, couldn’t help but take a second to cringe with nostalgia.

“Sugar”

Another Maroon 5 classic that most millennials will remember from middle school PE hype playlists or the occasional birthday party during which one kid might start to dance a little too suggestively. Unlike the last song, this one can easily be applied to any romantic interest, and, again, we couldn’t help but relate when Levine crooned: “I don’t wanna be needing your love, I just wanna be deep in your love, and it’s killing me when you’re away. Ooh baby.”

“Harder to Breathe”

Okay, we would be lying if we said this one didn’t hit a little close to home. I mean, there is only so much of a teenage perfume called “Conrad” one can inhale before their respiratory tract starts to shut down.

Moves Like Jagger

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD GET US OUT HERE.

Middle Ground

At this point in the discography, we were mid-attempt at fastening wooden hangers together to pole-vault ourselves out of the dressing room, but not without being forced to listen to this 2023 single that we are certain none of you have heard. The song was actually pretty good, but that may just be because we were starting to get dehydrated and having serious lapses in consciousness.

Payphone

A symbolic last track, this song played as we suddenly remembered we had a phone on us all along and could have dialed the police hours ago. As the doors to the dressing room were bust down and we were peeled off the ground and shoved onto a stretcher, Levine’s lyricism painted a beautiful picture of the scene: “And now, I’ve wasted my nights, you turned out the lights, now I’m paralyzed, still stuck in that time, when we called it love, but even the sun sets in paradise…”

Suspicious Lump on Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein’s Neck Turns Out to Just Be Another Ab Muscle

LODI, N.J. — A worrisome lump found on legendary Misfits guitarist Doyle Wolfgang Von Frankenstein’s neck ended up being an extra abdominal muscle, relieved sources confirmed.

“It was a light gym day, so after my third workout I headed to the doc for my weekly physical,” said the guitarist also known as Paul Caiafa to his mother. “Usually I’m in and out, because look at me, but they just hired this very thorough nurse. I was already shirtless, of course, but she asked me to take off everything else, including my neck bolt choker, which I haven’t removed since the great Misfits split of ‘83. Then all hell breaks loose with this ghastly protrusion that’s been hiding under my neckpiece for god knows how long. I’m just relieved it was just another ab muscle. It’s the third one that’s sprouted up this month.”

Dr. Kip Villalobos with Turnpike Dermatology weighed in on the Misfits’ guitarist’s situation.

“I’ve been in the skin biz a long time. I’ve seen goiters the size of kettlebells. Siamese vestigial tails. Birthmarks that resemble Frank Stallone. But Doyle’s neck was a real head-scratcher,” said Dr. Villalobos while lancing a boil. “Was it a cyst? A tumor? An allergic reaction to Doyle’s Vegan Monster Chawklit Protein Powder? Once I chiseled through 58 years of body paint, the biopsy revealed the bump to be, of all things, another goddamn ab. I know this guy is more jacked than a hornet on trucker speed, but seriously, he’s the only patient I’ve ever recommended to exercise less to improve their health.”

Part-time strength coach and two-time Mr. New Jersey runner-up Cam Handy was more excited than worried by the bulge.

“Neck abs? You mean ‘Nabs,’ bro?! Uncommon but not unheard of,” claimed Handy. “When you’re six feet, three inches and 225 pounds of Grade A, plant-based beefsteak like Doyle, and you put in the fuckin’ work, you see gains in places most people don’t. Not to get all scientific, but D-Wolf’s torso is so swole, there was simply no more room for his newest ab-sterpiece. Sure, he looks like a python that swallowed a toddler, but you have to remember that Arnold Schwarzenegger once developed bicep muscles on top of his biceps. Doyle ain’t shit.”

After numerous conflicting second opinions, Doyle consulted WebMD, which confirmed that due to the bulge’s exact placement, it’s not in fact an ab but “a really, really, really jacked Adam’s apple.”