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Features, articles, and more from this issue:
In REVIEWS:
- The poppier side of prog rock.
- 80’s rattle rock, v 2.0
- Captain Emo & His Magic Band.
- Former Luscious Jackson frontwoman gets beached.
- Rollercoaster rock from Chicago.
- Bug-eyed, boo-scary types from Britain.
- Those who forget history are, uh, Futurist?
- DJ legend turns old into new.
- More fab cowbell-intensive remakes from hot NYC producers.
- Punk mafia insider takes center stage.
- L.A. buzz band shows us the Way.
- Call off the search party-we’ve got a live one.
- Goofball cover band grows into slightly less goofy goofball cover band.
- Rock ’n’ roll has never sounded so goddamn cute.
- Pete Wentz and Tyson Ritter continue to sleep soundly.
- They wanna hold your... attention.
- Southern boys will be Southern boys.
- A bittersweet return to form for the head Lemonhead.
- Cry, mope, repeat
- Everybody hurts, man.
- I’d rather drink from the dick of a goat.
- Emo’s unsung heroes lose direction.
- “New noise” as key selling point.
- They’re what good things come in.
- Instrumental grandeur is even grander the second time around.
- Post-metal titans sniff, jump into the ether.
- This is not your sister’s MCR-it’s your parents’.
