2003-04-07
A band who shuns the media, with insularity and a
fixed opposition to suck-sess is more
quote-unquote “punk” by that idea alone, so they
could be playing toe-tappin’ countrified tunes
about sowing your oats but NOFX would still be
the real ‘ting to me, and with this short
release, a justifiably cynical appetizer to their
impending “The War On Errorism” album, you get
Fat Mike, El Hefe, Melvin, and drummer Smelly
fiddling with clichיs while laughing at the
“scene” on “Medio-core” (“how was the band, they
were okay -- not great, but pretty good -- they
played the songs I knew they would, some old some
new, same formula stays true we can concur”), yet
when it all ends the whiff of creative disgust
stays in the room with you until their Rock
Against Bush tour visits your college campus, and
you’ll get to see the most spot-on-tight, and
seriocomic speed-rock (new genre) laid to wax
since, well, their last album.
GRADE: A.
Jason Thornberry
