They nailed the heartachy pop punk formula from the get-go, releasing two great records in the past few years to arrive at the excellence of Redemption.
Fun show by these swarthy, sea-bound punk sailors. Good tunes, great camera work, plenty of personality, true showmanship. Woulda been a blast to be there.
Classic Boston hardcore, for better or worse. Most of the guys are old school, and have been in a number of bands, and other, uh, “groups of angry young men.”
Most Americans don’t know McDick about the conflict in Northern Ireland, but we can appreciate the brains and balls it takes to write insightful punk songs.
Nearly their entire debut, Blue Album, is covered, with a smattering from O.C. Confidential, their first new record in 16 years. Few from Brats in Battalions.
An incredibly intense chunk of punk from the way-back machine. Vitriolic rage with the catchiness of The Adicts and the acidic bite of Angelic Upstarts.
There’s something very gratifying about seeing Josh Freese and Warren Fitzgerald squander their immense talents on a silly band, just to have a bit of fun.
Reel Big Fish don’t move a lot on stage, and they take a lot of time to talk between songs. The slow pace of the show is a misrepresentation of the obvious playfulness of the band.