Okay, so I had a very busy week and was not able to update the ol' silly project (also, strangely, known as the capital of BrokenCYDE hits on the intrawebbing, which is kind of funny because I only mentioned them, disparagingly, once).
So, I'm probably going to put up a few posts today to introduce you to some halfway decent music.
First up: Over the last 8-10 months or so, I've slightly regressed back into a high school version of myself. I still like to hear Mirah gently weep about intimacy, certainly, but I also need to hear Glenn bellow about zombies on a regular basis too. In addition to revisiting some of the old classics (The Only Ones' self-titled debut being a particular favorite at the moment), I'm also actually trying to find undeceased punk bands that I actually like, all of which are probably comprised of musicians younger than I am.
So, I happened to stumble upon this band from San Diego called The Rich White Males, and I was pretty impressed. For some reason, the usual disclaimer (at least for me) is: "If I'd heard this in 1996 I would have loved it." And that's kind of defensive bullshit, honestly. I like it right now. I don't need to excuse that I'm merely recognizing what a 16 year old version of myself would have liked if only he'd lived this long. No, I like it. Me, the old man.
Pretty classic snotty pop punk fare fo the non-SoCal variety, which is good for me, and interesting because they're from as So in Cal as you can get.
First up, #76 on the playlist, is "Clean Up" off We Ain't No Musicians 7". Very catchy with a frenetic finale.
Next, we've got "Drop the Bomb," off the same 7", track #77 over yonder. I'm guessing it's a 7", anyway, because I got it off eMusic. See? I paid for it, calm down everybody.
"I don't care if they drop the bomb on me, I don't care if they drop the bomb, cuz at least they'll kill that girl," is how the latter goes, which kind of sums up the lyrical content of every song I listened to between 1994-1997.
Please enjoy. Tracks 76 & 77.
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