...Is Your Friend

"Straight up, no one is having more fun than me when we're up there!" beams Drain frontman Sammy Ciaramitaro, whose face is perpetually glued in a grin

For anyone that's seen the Santa Cruz hardcore firebrands live, there's no mistaking that fact. Drain isn't just a good time as Sammy presides over the chaos of stage diving bodies and mic-grabbing frontline; it's a party - and everyone is invited. (Dolphin shorts and boogie boards are optional but encouraged.) "The vibe of it is, enthusiastic, hectic," says the vocalist. "Five people deep singing and stagediving, then kids going berserk behind that. It's a great vibe and I think people pick up on that."

That, in a nutshell is Dan. The trio inject a serious dose of relatability-- not to mention catchiness--into hardcore's penchant for toughness and brutality on their new Epitaph album, ...Is Your Friend. Ciaramitaro's desperate, snotty howl rides roughshod over thrash- leaning riffage as rhythms bounce in a big way. If you're picturing the Pacific Ocean waves that rise and fall along the coastal town, occasionally violently so, you're not far off