68 are true artists whose determined passions lead them down winding pathways as they buck trends and avoid formulas. The noisy, rambling, shambling, Southern-fried, punk-infused, heavy metal hardcore band has long rejected the conventions of the genre that surrounds them by refusing to conform to established structures. The sound and presentation of 68 owe more to At The Drive In, Refused, Nirvana or even The Sex Pistols in spirit and vibe than the formulaic processed sounds of their contemporaries. Their sound is raw and real, but never lacks sophistication or intelligence in craft. To fully comprehend 68, one must see, smell, touch, hear and feel a performance up-close-and-personal.
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