New York City punk heroes WWIX meld the best of East and West coast punk, featuring melodic hard-hitting songs reminiscent of the Ramones and Buzzcocks with the bone-crunching power of Poison Idea and Black Flag.

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#		Title	Length	Sample
1		Thank God It's Monday	2:26
2		Fucked Up All The Time	3:03
3		Do As I Say	3:07
4		In The News	1:59
5		Body Dump	2:22
6		I Like You	3:19
7		Panic Attack	1:58
8		NYC Tonight	2:10
9		Broken Man	2:15
10		Hungry For Beer	1:14
11		Level 10	4:37

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"Realrealreal punk rock. This is music to play while you're running away from someone."
--
Rob Corddry
The Daily Show


I know 'em all. The hardest working bands. The ones who sit home and practice for hours. Perfect ears. Perfect pitch. Nimble fingers that touch exactly the right notes at exactly the right time. Vocalists who can hold a note, bend it, play with it and then let it out to ring true and exact. They tour 50 weeks a year. City to city. Honing their skills with each performance. Real professionals. They make me sick.

Thank GG that World War IX is none of that. Drunk, sloppy and as much fun and as out of place-- as an erection on Yom Kippur. Loud, obnoxious, WWIX could be you or me, but we don't have the balls, or the musical chops. G-d bless 'em, they got the power to make you into a burbling fan.

WWIX is my favorite New York band. Not hearing, seeing, tasting, WWIX is like dying without ever having had a blowjob. Is there anything more tragic?
--
Mykel Board
Maximum Rock&Roll

I don't know if I've ever seen WWIX on stage. I dunno the places they play, the way they play, they're right in the audience. In your face! The singer Max Strum is a maniac. Thrashing through the crowd, sometimes singing
right up to the bar. And the rest of the band's right there wit 'em. Songs are that way, too, 'bout gettin' fucked up, gettin' lai & tryin' to go to work the next day. Just like their fans.
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Crazy Glenn Wernig
New York Waste