something about latter day punk just doesn't do it for me -- some bands i like, but others, well, whatever. if you put this album on (with the exception of a few songs that i remember from the way back when) and asked me who it was, i'd probably say rancid or NOFX. eventually, i'd get around to rocket from the crypt, after i'd cited most artists on epitaph records and had to go back even further in time. i can say there are a hell of a lot of bands -- some i like like the hives, others that are horrendously atrocious like blink 182 -- that probably listened to this mid-to-late-90s punk and started a band. so fine, that's what punk was always supposed to accomplish. but i draw the line with horns in my punk music -- that's just a little too mighty mighty bosstones for me to take you seriously. why would you listen to this if you had the choice to put on social distortion or the descendents?
i found this quote from the band's lead singer about 'on a rope', which probably was the one of these songs i remembered most. if this is how he feels about what is essentially the most tolerable song on this record, then i just give up: "[it's] the song that will forever be our piss stain on the footnotes of underground 90s rock lore...I still get checks for $13.92 every year. In some parts of the world I can buy an ox and fuck it for that price." continue your ox fucking -- it's clearly working for you.
