Everyone knows it: Mainstream modern rock is dead. So what could possibly compel an independent San Francisco group to play the sort of uber-earnest, studio-slick, unoriginal (“timeless”) rock that ruled Top 40 radio in the mid-’90s? A shot to open for Jon Bon Jovi? To woo ailing Goo Goo Dolls fans? Miggs isn’t bad, just unnecessary.
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