Brokencyde

Every punk band picks its battles, and Brokencyde's is the generational divide. In this case, they antagonize at all costs with all manner of fluo overload (trance stabs, 808 beats, screamo screaming, Auto-Tune) proven by biology and focus groups to make adults crazy. Roping in E-40 for a guest slot, Brokencyde are shameless about their gangsta cribbings; for all their crunk swagger, the roots in their gel-streaked hair run deeper than their appreciation of hip-hop. But the title is a sly jab at graybeard critics; the kids will have their say.