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All Hype
Response

Bus 125 (2008) Jason

All Hype – Response cover artwork
All Hype – Response — Bus 125, 2008

Michigan's All Hype had the unfortunate job of opening a six-band bill show that had no local openers and I believe only ten people paid. Gotta love MPLS hardcore showing their support for bands that don't come from their cul de sac in the burbs. Anyhow, All Hype were great and did an In My Eyes cover, so naturally I fell in love. Repsonse is a six-song somewhat horribly mixed platter of chunky fast youth-crew hardcore. All Hype really runs the gambit by recalling the days of hardcore's not so great past. Really, who the hell does a Wide Awake cover these days? They infuse the old school sound with something a bit more melodic and overwrought like Sinking Ships for a refreshing take on hardcore. Sometimes you mix the old with the new and you get something great.

7.8 / 10Jason • October 6, 2008

All Hype – Response cover artwork
All Hype – Response — Bus 125, 2008

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