By Milo Paul | 3/5/18 5:31pm
It was August 23rd, and I had found out that a band I enjoy would be playing at DC9 a few weeks back. I had to go, I just didn’t know when they’d return to the DMV, and was too excited by the prospect of hearing their music live. Discovering them during a time where punk, to me, was supposed to wrench ears and stab away subtlety, the sudden appearance of a completely different answer to this aesthetic raised my curiosity past what Bad Religion’s edgy lyrics or the Descendents’ guitar riffs could have done. My inspirations were dismantled by their sound.