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The jazz section in a used record store. Haphazardly sorted bins. Thin cardboard smooth against your fingers as you shuffle the albums like playing cards. Smell of dust, faint crackling in the background. Brigh...

I have always hated pop punk. A hatred rooted in watching friends undergo their Fall Out Boy eras in middle school and my traumatic viewing of Blink-182’s performance at Coachella in April of 2023; an hour ...