NOFX

So Long and Thanks For All The Shoes (Epitaph)
by Scott Hefflon

NOFX never ceases to entertain. You can say whatever you want about them (and hell, we’ve all taken our pot-shots, admit it), they still kick ass. They never asked for your permission in the first place, and they sure as shit ain’t asking for it now. They’re rich. They don’t need your fuckin’ support. If you dig ’em, swell, if not, whatthefuckever. Many of us look to our idols, NOFX, Denis Leary, etc., to snarl sarcastically while we cheer from the safety of the audience. And, to a certain extent, both still attack with the vitriol they always have, they just are in a different place now, so they rage on and on about stuff we may or may not give a rat’s ass about. Love and kids, yeah, they’re getting old, but they’re still mean as shit and who the fuck are you to judge anyway? Over-critical bystanders, thank Godmoney you have expendable income or else you’d be nothing but breeding wastes of oxygen.

So Long… (a Douglas Adams reference in case the only thing you read are punk rock lyrics) has enough angst, apathy, melody, rage, not to mention a myriad of musical styles to keep you busy reading, memorizing, emulating, loving, hating, misquoting, slamming, skankin’, moping, and skipping to the next track for the next six-to-twelve months. By then there oughtta be another 7″, EP, or live album to tide you over. So whatever, 16 songs, just over 33 minutes of NOFX at their best, or damn close.