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Pre-“emo” sincerity and Blake Schwarzenbach’s throat-scuffing, Richard Butler-y howl will make you nostalgic for when life totally sucked. Dark and gloomy yet driven by the hopeful thrash of youth, this album is classic East Bay punk: Just try listening to “Chesterfield King” without nodding. Anne Marson