Sure, well, yes: This is pop-punk’s year back into the mainstream, not filtered through the purple mists of SoundCloud rap or the basement fluff of Philly indie but sounding almost the same as when most the media abandoned it a decade ago. And yet, for all the polished bravado that has zoomed across culture in 2021, much of it feels like moonlight — a cluster of fun, one-off genre experiments by artists. have bread elsewhere. Then raise a toast Meet me @ Altar: three musicians just old enough to remember the last wave firsthand, who can sing and play better than many of their forebears, and have a commitment to the music. The waist bar looks devout and all-consumer. On this page, “Hit Like a Girl” is a bunch of raised hashtags, and in less likely cases it can cause trouble. The juice here is in the making – the command of tone and volume, the bottling implications of voices being dropped and diminished, finally grabbing the mic and rambling movements to make the instincts that works