What the hell happened to hardcore? It's right up there with hip-hop, these days, in the constant hand-wringing and state-of-the-genre analysis by its fans. The mid-2000s, MySpace, and regrettable haircuts came along and.... Voila, a genre that used to be famous for its no-nonsense rage became a morass of sub-sub-genres tangled up in skinny pant legs. Most of what passes for "hardcore" now on the all-ages circuit sounds like weak death metal, bearing little resemblance to punk, or even to the meaty-dude form of hardcore as it stood at the end of the last millennium.
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Luckily for those who still care, bands like the Sacramento foursome Hoods still keep it real. Formerly known as mostly a straight-edge act, the group's merch still touches on that movement's imagery --- barbed wire, crossed arms, and the like -- and its music still remains fueled by the kind of pent-up anger best expressed by the sober.
After years of struggling with the infamous Victory Records, the band finally escaped its contract with them and released two late-00s albums with local label made good, Eulogy Recordings. Last year, though, Hoods decamped to I Scream for its 11th studio album, Pit Beast, behind which it continues to tour, landing in Miami on Saturday. Get your hoodies and athletic shorts ready.