
Twelve tracks of lean, high-velocity D.C. hardcore. A blistering document of teenage conviction, moral clarity, and the birth of the straight-edge movement.
June 1984 · Dischord Records
This album is the sound of absolute moral clarity delivered at 100 miles per hour. It represents a pivotal moment where punk shed its nihilistic, self-destructive skin and replaced it with a disciplined, wide-eyed fury. The music is stripped of all artifice: no solos, no filler, just lean riffs and Ian MacKaye's iconic, barked vocals. It feels like being grabbed by the shoulders and shaken until you wake up. The production is dry and immediate, making it feel as though the band is performing in a basement three feet away from you.
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