When so much rightness is staring you in the face for years on end, one reaction may to be to take a band for granted. Thankfully, for those of us who find a true solace in great, current music, I’ve not only looked forward to, but then have cherished the Marked Men’s output over the years. Their sound has developed from a “sounds like great band X mixed with great band Z,” to rising up to one of the bands at the top of the pyramid. They defined one of the best possible scenarios for DIY punk. Musically, the Marked Men change the weather around them; their songs aren’t going anywhere, except round and round on turntables the globe over. And they broke up. There’s a forthcoming record, and it’s my suggestion that—if it’s within your means—to seek out their entire catalog. Here are two more great songs in a long, threaded string of firecrackers that’ve pop-pop-popped without a dud in the bunch. This is my gold fever. This is what gives me irrational behavior. It’s so good and I’m so stoked that I have it my possession so I can listen to it whenever the mood hits.