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Kill Conrad
32 Short Films About Nothing in Particular

Independent (2007) Jason

Kill Conrad – 32 Short Films About Nothing in Particular cover artwork
Kill Conrad – 32 Short Films About Nothing in Particular — Independent, 2007

Boston's Kill Conrad sound like just about any other punk band on No Idea that doesn't want to be or is Hot Water Music. I am reminded of the sing-along bouncy pop-punk intensity that Against Me! once had. Actually, Kill Conrad remind of Atom's (you know from Atom and His Package) punk band Fracture with their off-key vocals and the occasional stabs at hardcore's velocity. I'll tell you one thing, 32 Short Films About Nothing in Particular is a fun melodic punk rock album that you can't help yourself from dancing in your chair. If Operation Ivy put out an album in 2007 they might sound like Kill Conrad. How much more praise can you give to a punk rock band than to namedrop Op Ivy?

7.6 / 10Jason • December 8, 2007

Kill Conrad – 32 Short Films About Nothing in Particular cover artwork
Kill Conrad – 32 Short Films About Nothing in Particular — Independent, 2007

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