It’s June 1993. The LA riots and the siege on Ruby Ridge blazed through headlines a year ago. Repairs are still being carried out on the World Trade Center bombing. The ground is still warm in Waco. The world’s players are clamouring for a seat at the table following the collapse of the Soviet Union. You could be forgiven for thinking the only logical next step would be complete societal collapse. That feeling beats down citizens like record heat waves, extending past the day dwellers, reaching into dark alleys in New York’s underworld. Deep underground in the hardcore punk world, there is that a force is about to emerge. It’s an anthem, one that will leave an indelible mark on the music landscape, one that will decry the rampant wildfires of madness and blasphemy and insanity. It...