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 Let’s just get this shit out of the way: Bob Vylan isn’t for the weak-hearted, the fence-sitters, or the "let’s keep it civil" crowd. This is protest music dipped in acid and wrapped in barbed wire. If Rage Against the Machine had a grime baby with Crass while Public Enemy yelled in the background — that baby’s name would be Bob Vylan. And that baby would grow up swinging bats at the police state with a mic in one hand and a Molotov in the other. Formed in the U.K. and built on nothing but grit, rage, and brutal honesty, Bob Vylan is a two-man revolution . Frontman Bobby Vylan spits venom with purpose — we're talking anti-racist, anti-fascist, anti-colonial fury that makes the woke crowd nervous and the bootlickers cry. Drummer Bobbie Vylan brings the thunder, giving every track the feel of a riot about to pop off. They do it their way — self-released, self-managed, no fucking apologies. They own their masters. They book their shows. They speak their truth,...