From MC5 to Blink-182, and all the cultural aspects that were spawned from the all-encompassing movement. The fashion, safety pins, crude language, and ‘zines.
Unrepentant early ’80s-era Replacements, good and liquored up with the modern, hard-working, heartfelt, damn near poetic, currently basement-bound scene.
They’ve shied away from the Bon Jovi in kilt and combat boots that plagued Oot and Aboot. Come a long way t’wards becoming the Scottish Dropkick Murphys.
Go back to the thirty-second song, then find your own identity. The Rydells’ Jimmy, Denny, and Billy write short enough songs, but repeat them into annoyance.
Eight years in the making, demo deals with Columbia and Immortal. They’re not just another melodic punk band with layered harmonies, there’s substance here.
Everything is perfect: The chord progressions, the meaty beats, the singalong vocal phrasings, the flashy-when-needed guitar work, and the heavenly hooks.
Their imagery and tones make these miniature skeletonal symphonies to the devil. Bits and pieces of marches and elegies glide through the compositions.