I apparently own three of the five Punch Drunk samplers, which, as I acknowledge it, might sound like a complaint, but is more a reflection of just how much fucking music I own. It truly boggles the mind to
- Try to remember when I grabbed these, and
- Try to figure out why I held onto them.
My taste was so less refined in 2002 when this came out, and all these bands that Bruce Roehrs championed at the time wear barely on my radar, Electric Frankenstein and Angelic Upstarts notwithstanding. 22 years on, however, and I'm a lot more stoked listening to this front to back. I'm now a monster fan of that Riot City/Pax/No Future sound that TKO proudly carried the banner for, so this is just a treat for me.
To steal from the cover, this is definitely better than a kick in the head.
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