He continues to push the buttons of the blind and the complacent s***-eating Americans who sit back and believe everything they read, see and hear. This time around however, instead of an album of nine tracks clocking in at twelve minutes, Rob has given us sixteen new songs totally thirty-eight minutes. True to the man, the music was powerful, totally stripped of pretentiousness and unabatedly honest. He used vocal melodies, he touched subject matter unheard of in the genre (eg the ramifications of child molestation on society), he used pianos and sung clean vocals. Their first album But a Whimper made massive waves in the hardcore scene - here was a man with honesty, rage, clarity of vision, command over political-centred lyrics and a refusal to be limited by any pre-conceptions of what hardcore should be about. In the same year Outlaw Anthems was released, Rob began his own side projected, dubbed 'Ramallah'. The group are known for their unwavering aggression, hatred and offensiveness.

He made his name as the founding member, guitarist, back-up vocalist of the Boston hardcore group Blood For Blood - who's 2002 album Outlaw Anthems remains one of the best metal-influenced hardcore punk rock albums written, and one of my personal favourite albums. In the world of hardcore, he is close to a legend. He stands up for what he believes in and could not give a single f*** whether or not you agree. He has dedicated his entire existence to protesting this life, to screaming in the face of those who go about their lives blind, to those who submit to, believe and live the fallacy of the complacent American world. This is White Trash Rob Lind - and he is one pissed off, beaten down, shat on punk rocker who got the short end of life, but instead of falling into depression and admitting defeat, Rob has dedicated his life to hardcore.

Kill a celebrity and you'll find you can strike down a god.

Violence is better than a cult of silence. Kill a celebrity, hey kid you're under 18 you'll prolly get off easy so feel free to blame it on me, hey kid just remember if you blame it on me I'll take the heat and you can plead insanity… I'd love to detonate a car bomb at the doors of your precious MTV and put some serin gas in the central A/C at the VMAs and watch those beautiful faces turn ashen grey.

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