Sammy Ciaramitaro is enjoying a moment in the sun. Hanging out against a wall outside his home in Santa Cruz at the tail-end of an unusually long Californian winter, there’s a heat-starved hunger about the larger-than-life Drain frontman. Days like these are not for wasting in the shade. Neither is the wave Sammy’s band are riding after their meteoric rise to becoming a hardcore household name over the tumultuous last three years. Frank, fast-paced and full of enthusiasm, he waxes constantly on Drain’s past, present and future, spurred by the imminent arrival of second LP Living Proof. We pause only for him to throw a wave when a couple of hardcore-loving skater kids spill out of the high school across the street. “‘Aw, it’s the dude from Drain!’” he lau...