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Tom Morello: Everyone Gets Everything They Want (opens the original)
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Tom Morello’s guitarwork across Rage Against the Machine’s four immortal albums landed a perfect bullseye in the rarefied nexus of radical creativity and rock’n’roll classicism. The elastic wah-wahs in “Bulls on Parade,” the valiant chords in “Know Your Enemy,” the laser beam solo in “Sleep Now in the Fire”—these are generational soundtracks for battering steering wheels and pumping fists. None of the subpar projects Morello did after his Wall Street-crashing rap-rock band initially disbanded—Au
Chat Pile: Who Loves the Sun (opens the original)
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Despite the fact that their music sounds nothing alike, Chat Pile are to the 2020s what Deafheaven were to the 2010s. Both groups are nominally metal bands whose breakthrough albums crossed over into indie-rock audiences by blending conventionally unassociated subgenres of extreme metal and alt-rock into audacious hybrids with class-conscious lyrics rooted in wealth inequality. Like Sunbather in 2013, Chat Pile’s 2022 debut, God’s Country, was the album your metalhead friend received texts about
Living Weapon: Death in the Family (opens the original)
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In 2026, metalcore is experiencing two very different renaissances. While the rock mainstream is being polluted with some of the tamest, schlockiest breakdown-based music of all time, a far more artistically credible variant—mercilessly heavy, authentically hostile, tastefully stylized—has been permeating metalcore’s DIY underground. The genre, which originated as an outgrowth of hardcore before it was captured by the Hot Topic industrial complex, is now being reclaimed by the grassroots communi
The Menzingers: Everything I Ever Saw (opens the original)
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Within the pantheon of millennial punk, the Menzingers are our dive bar poet laureates. The Pennsylvania band’s beer-battered anthems are less loquacious and more crowdsurfable than the comparably earnest the Hold Steady, but a little too weathered and wise to resonate with the average Neck Deep skater bro. For the 20 years they’ve been kickin’, the band has been the same four dudes—guitarists and vocalists Tom May and Greg Barnett, bassist Eric Keen, drummer Joe Godino—rocking out to the same e
Show Me the Body: Alone Together (opens the original)
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“I hate ‘em, there’s no love in the world for me,” Julian Pratt moaned in “Arcanum,” the embittered climax to Show Me the Body’s 2019 album, Dog Whistle. For the majority of its 17-year existence, Pratt’s experimental punk band has been an outlet for that sort of negativity: the pained outbursts of a New York City native who spent most of his youth “guided by fear, hate, and aggression,” as Pratt admitted in a recent interview. However, in the four years since Show Me the Body’s last album, the
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