When I was 13, my dad knocked on my bedroom door, looming overhead holding the tape of Circle Jerks Group Sex/Wild in the Streets that I accidentally left in the family room. You know what this means? asked my concerned and troubled father. I responded with an uncomfortably plaintive yes. This is gross, Travis! he said, before tossing the tape into my room. For that, Circle Jerks will always have a place in my heart. Though I cant say what the legendary L.A. punks have been doing since the early 90s (my initial response to the announcement that Circle Jerks were coming to town was: Keith Morris is still alive?!), it should be duly noted that tossing up your fists in a circle pit, swimming in a sea of skanking crusties and a golden shower of hits, or just bearing witness to Morris unhinged, live-fast-die-old onstage madness is pretty much the most electric thing youll experience all year. With Last of the Believers and Hit Me Back. TRAVIS RITTER
Listen to a sample of Circle Jerks' "I'm Gonna Live."
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