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As sloppy, amphetamine-induced, see-how-many-songs-we-can-cram-into-14-minutes obnoxiousness goes, there are bands that hit you where it hurts and those that would merely blow their noses in your hamburger. The guys in Le Shok wouldn’t mock you for, say, being adopted—but I wouldn’t let ’em fix me lunch, either. —Chris Hagan