PG​.​99 - document #8

by PAGENINETYNINE

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Arguably one of the most important punk rock albums of the last decade, Virginia's PG.99 shine their brightest here in the finest 27 recorded minutes of their much heralded existence.

With a plethora of releases only rivaled by their staggering eight member status, PG.99 managed to amalgamate almost every heavy-music genre into a tornado of punk rock fury. Not punk in a mohawk-mania sense, but with the unbridled raw spirit of youthful rebellion and passion.

As one of the only recent bands to exist with a true sense of danger, "Document #8" is PG.99's opus to aggressive and creative music. Originally recorded and mixed in a whirlwind three days, this reissue contains a full remixing by the band and engineer Kurt Ballou (CONVERGE), now including two bonus tracks previously used on a split with CITY OF CATERPILLAR.

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released November 22, 2005

Landmark album from Sterling, Virginia's PG.99 - The eighth release from Virginia's always evolving hardcore punk band PAGE NINETYNINE. An ungodly mix of raging grind metal, thrashy punk, and melodic, emotional hardcore sounds delivered with two vocalists, three guitarists, two bassists, and one drummer.

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Track Name: PG.99 - Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands
I am a prisoner in a war of idiots. The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow. Choke the throat of passion and sorrow. Kill my drifting breeze of thought. I have been captured. I have been caught. I am a prisoner in a war of scowls, coughing youth from its bowels. I am doing fine. I am feeling well, deep inside my dark well cell.