You remember CRIMINAL CODE, right? The '10s are starting to sound like they're going to age really (really) well as I reach back and pull out things that I either never gave the time they deserved or never listened to at all in the time that I had. CRIMINAL CODE falls into neight of those categories however, I spent hours with their driving, brooding punk with guitars ripped from the pleading clutches of '80s college shoegaze and injected with uncompromising ferocity from a rhythm section who urge this band constantly forward. They were eventually from Tacoma but I first saw them in a Reno basement circa 2010 or so - I was floored that first time and CRIMINAL CODE only got better as I got worse while we each cruised through a decade filled with glorious sounds, inseparable bonds and incomprehensible conflict. Yeah, the '10s were where it was at, and this band was fukkn great.
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