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The Best (And Worst) Of Day Five

75% of the bands we saw this week couldn't really write a song with a million-dollar recording contract to their heads—hardly a big surprise in the world of "indie" music—but some bands pulled off the atmospheric shtick better than others. On the last day of CMJ we saw a swoon-inducing British "metal" group whose full-body riffs made sure you were never less than entranced. We also saw one more noodly underground rock act than our already taxed brains could handle—which at least made us realize that the lost spirit of audience participation needs to make a swift and brutal comeback. More »

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The Best (And Worst) Of Day Four

From straight punk with no pop chaser, to blog-friendly art-rock that makes you pile on the adjectives (and references to other bands), to really bland indie-pop familiar to anyone who lived through the '90s, Friday at CMJ truly covered all of the bases from awesome to ass. More »

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The Best (And Worst) Of Day Three

We know you're not gonna believe this, but there was nothing that wack about day three at CMJ, at least on the musical tip. So here are the three shows that entertained us most and the one that bored us right back into hating rock music, at least until a Memphis punk saved the day. More »

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The Best (And Worst) Of Day Two

Each day at CMJ we'll be taking an in-depth look at the best (and worst) shows we happened upon. On day two, we're shocked by the fact that we actually liked (or loved) most of the bands we saw, including our unoffical pick for the best young rock band around at the moment. This is for everyone who says all we do is complain all the time. More »

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The Best (And Worst) Of Day One

Each day at CMJ we'll be taking an in-depth look at the best (and worst) shows we happened upon. On day one, we gave into the power of Christian grunge and probably contracted some sort of skin disease from the couches at a Brooklyn house party in search of underground thrills. More »