Benjamin L. Haas

When Prisonshake released its last full-length, "The Roaring Third," unleaded regular gas sold for $1.11 a gallon. Bill Clinton had recently taken the reins in the White House, and Whitney Houston's soundtrack juggernaut The Bodyguard topped the Billboard charts. The year was 1993, and back then the quartet was a gritty staple of Cleveland's local music community. Formed in 1986 by hardcore-scene vets Robert Griffin and Scott Pickering, Prisonshake both reflected and subverted the city's classic-rock worship, underdog-punk pedigree and decayed-glam sensibilities. In the fifteen years between Third and this Tuesday's release of "Dirty Moons," the band's new two-CD/LP collection, nothing and everything has changed for Prisonshake.