There's a song on What A Time To Be Alive, the new album from North Carolina indie originators Superchunk, that's called "Reagan Youth," named after the old New York hardcore band. Forming in 1980, Reagan Youth predated their hometown's chugging tough-guy hardcore scene. Instead, they were politically fired-up kids. They were fast and snotty and committed, a band of teenagers fueled by the ruin they saw enveloping the United States in the early '80s. (Imagine a band calling itself Trump Youth today. Wouldn't happen.) "Reagan Youth" is a song about hearing Reagan Youth as a suburban kid, back when the music was new: "95 degrees and it's summer '81 / Window unit suffocation, steam out on the lawn." The song itself is fast and snotty and committed. It would be one thing to say that Superchunk, a band since 1989, still sound as ferocious on "Reagan Youth" as they always have. But "Reagan Youth" goes beyond that. "Reagan Youth" doesn't just sound as ferocious as what you'll find on old Superchunk records. "Reagan Youth" sounds as ferocious as what you'll find on old Reagan Youth records. Just about everything on What A Time To Be Alive sounds like that.