Beyond the energy, prepare for lyrical shots like “the teaming masses want watered-down candy-coated/I want the real deal/cocked and ready/fully loaded.”
Way too many mediocre punk-rock/screamo songs, which would best be used as background music at one of those really hip parties that you’re not invited to.
It’s a relief to hear a band that’s obviously true to their roots of ’80s-style hardcore try to interject their own twist to that style, but it just doesn’t quite work for me.
The only melodic strength here is in the call and response vocals and ubiquitous whoa-oh-ohs, and that shit gets old faster then mayonnaise in the sun.
Dropkick Murphys have stuck true to their Irish influence. They do a version of “The Dirty Glass,” the duet between ex-lovers, that is both comical and moving.
The camera wanders like any ticket-holder, looking for the best possible combination of acts, leaving mid-song to see if anything better is going on elsewhere.
Biafra’s political rants, questionable logic, and rabble-rousing become vicious art. The clips demonstrate Biafra’s ability to incite dissension on a per-locale basis.