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The song hit like a high-speed car wreck. It wasn’t even a minute long—hardly any of theirs were—but it was a 59-second blast of pure, concentrated frustration. The lyrics were a blur of shouting, a middle finger to a world that felt like it was closing in on them.

Choke leaned into the mic, his voice a gravel-pit growl. "This one's called !" Negative FX-Modern Problems

Two songs in, the ballroom was a sea of flailing limbs. Kids were flying off the stage, boots narrowly missing the expensive microphones the sound man had meticulously leveled for the headliners. The song hit like a high-speed car wreck