Kingpin is but the latest manifestation of the so-stupid-it’s-smart lowbrow gag-film, that venerable tradition inaugurated by National Lampoon’s Animal House.
Feeling Minnesota doesn’t really go anywhere unexpected. Worse, the characters are said to have interesting backgrounds, but you never find out what they are.
Mike Ness’ vocals with John Lydon’s sneer, set to Cheap Trick, geek chic style tunes, mix in the dirty glamour and glitz of New York Dolls and you get Flipp.
I’m for asleep-at-the-controls-of-the-astral-plane acid meanderock, but when said music progresses about as compellingly as watching a dope seed sprout…
What do you get when you blend sensuously dark, Alice in Chains-esque vocals with heavy groove bass, trippy/funky guitars, and a funky-ass drummer? A buzz.
It’s “Old Fashioned Hardcore,” as they describe it, like Dischord, circa 1981 (like Void) or the Gang Green and FUs (I’m talkin’ the reeeaaally short songs).