I say this all the time when I write about emo, but as Midwesterners, this stuff runs through our veins. If you’re a rock fan who grew up in the ’90s, you were exposed to it constantly, either at small punk shows or through the genre’s more commercial iterations on alternative radio in the form of bands like Hum and Jimmy Eat World, and regardless of how lame you thought this music was initi...
didn’t receive much attention beyond a handful of appreciative write-ups,
Pretty Wounds released one of last year’s most vital local punk albums, a
viciously grungy six-song sock to the gut called Whatever, Go