Journal Entries

Sep 29, 2006

NOFX got teeth

On the heels of today’s wonderful news that we are as barbaric as those we wish to fight, I give you one of the few good things to come out of the last six or so years. Music, it seems, finally got its teeth back. I loved the Nineties but brooding music about how horrible it is to be alive gets old quickly after age 14. I never understood the point of music that had as a prerequisite previously feeling the pain of loss to truly understand and embrace it.

“You have to go through a really awful breakup to understand just how good Elliot Smith’s music was.”

“Hmm, that seems like a rather large commitment. I’d rather save the emotional trauma and $11.98.”

Where was I? Right. Teeth. NOFX.

I was not a NOFX fan. I had bought Punk in Drublic but never found it all that interesting. It was funny, but not…I don’t know, engaging? It just sounded like KISS without the makeup. “Let’s party all the time and laugh at everyone else who has to work…. but use that money to buy my album so I can continue to mock you.”

Then they released Wolves in Wolves Clothing in April. I didn’t buy it. My wife did. Not having ever heard about them, all she said was, “I think this might be good.” Holy hell, was she right.

The album reflects the anger and frustration of an increasingly more marginalized majority of the public living in the age of perpetual-terror.

It’s like Colbert at the Correspondent’s Dinner…in music form.

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