Last time our heroes were beset by bland “rock” on one hand, and bland “pop” on the other, but this time the real phantom menace is a combination of the two.
Lookout Records is now a shadow of its former self, while I’m listening to Enslaved and getting closer and closer to giving up on “pop-punk” altogether.
This comp and the tour that supported it brought some of the biggest names in underground music across the nation, raising donations and spreading good music.
They weren’t talented. They were fashionable. So if it whizzed by you the first time, turn your head and catch the Bratmobile look now. It hasn’t changed.