I immediately realize it's going to be a great show as the Hex Bombs tear into their set with the anthemic "This is My Life," and the house comes to life with the Bombs' unique brand of proletariat punk. With a classic punk-revival attitude, Hex Bombs play with a Rancid/ NOFX-rendered swagger that is part passion, part defiance, part... pirate (?) and a whole lot of fun. And for all of you who miss the aforementioned skate-punkers-- as well as Mad Caddies, Dropkick Murphys, the Misfits and the rest of the crew-- rest assured: punk rock is alive and well. Their old-schoolishness is quite what I like about the Hex Bombs: half throwback, and half novelty; either way, props for stickin' with it. They have a legitimacy that you can't fake, even if you try: these guys truly believe in what they do... bonus props for being real in a decreasingly-authentic world and a decreasingly-authentic scene.