A grouchy reviewer might grumble that TKO’s latest sampler is mostly filler, but an astute music historian would point out it’s merely carrying on the legacy.
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.
Good music can justify a lot of nonsense. Pipedown, on the other hand, sound like an uncomfortable cross between lightweight “punk” and lightweight “hardcore.”
Once you strip away the weird cover, the goofy titles, the “if we forgot ya, fuck ya” thank-you list, and the liquor store photos, you have a very safe record.
Guitar riffs fly everywhere, drums speed up and slow down, the whole band stops and starts on a dime, and they even find time to give the bassist some.
Mi6 makes my Screeching Weasel records sound more soulful, my Strung Out records sound more tight, and someone else’s Blink 182 records sound more witty.