Lord help us: The emo kids are discovering ’80s hair metal. It’s tough to say whether their newfound interest stems from a genuine appreciation of the much maligned genre or from ironic laughs at the expense of the primed rockers of yore, but like their fellow South Wales band Funeral for a Friend, Bullet for My Valentine makes a strong case that Reagan-era metal was smarter than music historians give it credit for. Bleeding Through and Cancer Bats open for Bullet for My Valentine’s 7:30 p.m. show at the Rave tonight.
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