Pinkshift makes me feel like I’m 19 again, at the best basement show of my life, blitzed out of my mind and trying to force my drug-addled brain to remember the experience because I never expected to something to blow me away amidst the dank aromas of spilt beer and dirty laundry. There’s something magically transportive about the blistering drums and poppy guitar leads hovering just under Ashrita Kumar’s emotional and aggressive vocal performance. Pinkshift is the evolution punk rock sorely needs.