As Dropkick Murphys claim in their opening track, “The Gang’s All Here.” Then there’s over an hour’s worth of punk, Oi!, rocksteady, reggae, and hardcore.
The sophomoric sophomore slab from The Pushers gets suitably dumbass as they vomit up yell and response shout-alongs. Chock fulla brain-impaired observations.
The younger generation of pop punk bands learned to play (courtesy of a wealthy, suburban music lessons), and they paid attention in their songwriting classes.
The Milwaukees are going to continue the legacy of beautifully-sung indie pop left behind by these big shots, and they’re going to do a damn good job of it.
A true retrospective woulda been more fun and historical, mebbe charting the path from Cosley’s departure from Homestead to the tux he wears to the Grammies.
’60s UK pop is a handy reference point, even when the Martinets are not self-consciously aping The Yardbirds or nudging the Troggs perhaps via the Milkshakes.
Industrial-ish bands cover DK tunes. Be warned: None of the covers are punk, dub, or reggae. Like DK, the production quality is as thin as a tequila shit.
Well, it looks like The Jesus Lizard is done. A ten year run’s pretty good.Bang collects about an hour’s worth of singles and a couple unreleased strokes.