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Guns Up All This Is (1917) By: Mike SOS

Guns Up is an explosive youth crew hardcore quintet that arrives via the burgeoning Massachusetts underground scene. The outfit's latest nine-track visceral assault on both your eardrums and conscience contains all of the nuances you'd expect from a hardcore troupe barely of age to buy beer: tight breakdowns, yelped vocal cries, and tons of buzzsaw guitar riffs mixed together into under three-minute snippets of aggression. Liberally claiming the slugfest NYHC sound as its own (especially on the Madball-esque "Foolin' Who"), Guns Up exhibit the kind of lineage that could take the band out of Haverhill, MA and onto bigger and better things.
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