As someone who grew up shaped by, and obsessed with, punk, imho there are no truer inheritors of its original spirit than Melt Banana.
Yasuko Onuki channels all that is primal, and pure, and joyous, and un-corrupted by a priori syntactical tramlines in ways that the vast majority of fake neo-punks (fuck off Green Day) will never comprehend, not even if they were reincarnated several times over:
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