While there’re songs I like better then those chosen to represent the bands, that might just clue ya into the fact I own a fuckload of Epitaph’s records.
Screaming punk rock, led by ex-Pink Lincoln Chris Barrows. This platter of spite’n’spittle was gloriously under-mixed by Bill & Stephen at The Blasting Room.
We strive to carve out an identity for ourselves, perhaps trying to figure out who we are and why we’re here, but mostly so that what we make, what we do, we can truly call our own.
Under-enunciated Rancidisms, a healthy dollop of Bo Diddley-ing guitars, and sobbing in yer dirty glass of whiskey to high-octane, yahoo-yellin’ barnburners.
There’s a pretty obvious stab at low-tuning, down’n’dirty rumble, not to mention a tuffness in Bruce’s voice that sounds more than a little over-intentional.
Bill The Welder is the Plumbers, the “band” who opened up for Descendents when there was no opening band. Consisting of Bug and whoever happened to be onstage.