Alternative/Modern Rock Recorded Song of The Year
"Blitz"; Some Kind of Zombie; Audio Adrenaline with Special Guest Supertones; Bob Herdman, Will McGinniss, Mark Stuart; ForeFront Records
"La La Land"; All Star United; All Star United; Doug McKelvey, Ian Eskelin, Essential Records, Reunion Records
"Super Good Feeling"; Static; Bleach; Brad Ford, Matt Gingerich Sam Barnhart, Todd Kirby, David Baysinger; ForeFront Records
"The Devil Is Bad"; Fourth From The Last; The W's; Andrew Schar, Todd Gruener, James Carter, Brian Morris, Val Hellman, Bret Barker; 5 Minute Walk, Sarabellum
"Underwater"; The Legend of Chin; Switchfoot; Jonathan Foreman, Casey Gee; re:think Records
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