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Last night I followed the sound advice of my pal Tim and somehow found my way to Outside the Lines Studio in Medford to watch the rarely seen Oneida rearrange some synapses. You don’t have to spend too much time in the realm of Oneida to hear “best band in the world” claims dropped on you. I’m not going to wade into that particular naming contest, but what does have to be said is that any band this mad-hatter ferocious yet mesmerizingly subtle deserves even more people making large critical claims about them. Please take yourself over to the the band’s website, enemyhogs, and see what these Brooklyn (plus Roslindale!) fellows can do for your state of mind. (And thanks, Tim.)