Aaaaand here’s the biggie of the weekend — Saturday, January 22nd, is looking like an awesomely busy, option-filled day, I have to say. Not sure if I’ll be able to make it out to any of this stuff, but hey, you definitely shouldn’t follow my example…
Yep, got some more new stuff up online this week, including a review of shaggy-headed Tyler boys Ivoryline, who’re playing tomorrow (Sun., 4/6) at Warehouse Live with Family Force 5, The Myriad, & The Maine — I dunno a thing about the rest of the bill, but Ivoryline aren’t bad, at least not on record. […]
It’s been a while since I’ve been to a real punk rock show. There was that Misfits 25th anniversary debacle a while back, and then I saw X with the Rollins Band, but by and large, it seemed as if my punk days were firmly behind me. Like most 31-year olds, I had kind of gravitated away from snotty three-chord diatribes somewhere in my mid-to-late 20s…
Yep, got a bunch of new stuff up lately, including a nicely-sized (I think, anyway) pile of reviews. There’s one of the new NOFX live disc, which is surprisingly good despite the title (these days I find myself blasting “You’re Wrong” and “Franco-Unamerican” while driving around, at least as long as my daughter’s not in […]
Don’t be fooled by the title; on their latest live CD (the most recent of five), iconic California pop-punkers NOFX sound better — tighter, faster, smarter — than they have in a while. It’s probably because these guys really do shine live, where they can bounce shit off the audience…
This is a NOFX album. You know what you’re going to get: of course, it’s going to be punk rock. It’s going to be the kind of punk rock that made you feel cool to crap in your pants or put egg yolk in your mohawk. You’re going to get power chords…
