IF ONE WERE to try and come up with a single band that epitomizes the fury, chaos, and spirit hardcore has within its marrow, a person would be hard-pressed to leave New York's legendary Sick of it All out of the equation.
In a genre known as much for intensity as it is for the typically short lifetimes of its multitudinous aggressive outfits, Sick of it All's blood, sweat, and no-tears-fueled legacy stands head and shoulders above the majority of their contemporaries.