It’s a Friday-night hardcore show at Club Q in Davie, and the inevitable pit standoff is in full swing. Some newbie has taken exception to the teenage skinheads’ penchant for Tae-Bo high kicks and is doing his best to start a brawl. “Enough!” yells Trust No One singer Chris Coach…

With his trusty vintage Telecaster, Chris Spencer has been pummeling eardrums for more than a decade with his evil brand of bluesy, abrasive rock. For the first part of the ’90s, his original outfit, Unsane, was the darling of the New York City noise-rock scene. After a nasty car wreck…

Scratch a punk rocker and you’ll find a metalhead underneath. Scratch Seattle punk superheroes Zeke and you’ll get laid out cold for shredding the 15-year-old Iron Maiden shirts its members have been wearing all week. Zeke are Beavis & Butt-Head’s big brothers. They sold nickel bags in your high school’s…

Chris Carrabba — the one-man acoustic emo-rock army known as Dashboard Confessional — is exhausted on this steamy February night at Orbit in Boynton Beach. He has just completed The Places You Have Come To Fear the Most, his second album in nine months. And he’s weathered a controversial switch…

Jose Flores, Corky’s southpaw singer-guitarist and Freddie Prinze Jr. look-alike, sizes up the rabid pack of 100 twentysomethings inhabiting Churchill’s in Miami’s Little Haiti on a steamy Friday night. “Tonight someone asked us what our mission was,” Flores announces. The audience lets out a deafening roar, obscuring his explanation. As…

With crap like 3 Doors Down and Creed clogging the airwaves, a listener might wonder if the United States will ever produce another non-punk-rock band that can find a hook outside a bait and tackle shop. Milwaukee’s Benjamins answer that question with a resounding yes. The Art of Disappointment is…

Everything is overlabeled now,” Against All Authority guitarist Joe Koontz asserts during some rare downtime at a chiropractor’s office where he works as a masseur. “In the ’80s, bands like the Circle Jerks and Bad Brains would play together — bands with totally different sounds — and no one would…

We do this because we love it,” the Crumbs guitarist Johnny B declares over a pint of Guinness in singer-guitarist Raf Classic’s Spartan South Miami apartment. “There sure isn’t any money in it.” In this statement are enough grains of truth to brew a keg of stout. After eight years…

The needle on my record player is wearing thin./This record has been playing since the day you’ve been with him.” If you’re in the lucrative 12-to-24¯year-old pop-music target market, you’ve heard this refrain from New Found Glory’s “Hit or Miss.” Rock radio is playing it ad nauseam. It’s being put…