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It's a pleasant surprise to hear old school New York hardcore with a bit of energy, life and freshness to it. Sure, it's the same old songs, but competent players and a nice spice of life added to it can make for a good listen. Until you make the mistake of opening up the booklet, that is, at which point you are annihilated with a barrage of immature pics of band dudes showing off their tattoos and what are probably the worst excuse for hardcore lyrics I've heard in five years. Avoid at all costs.