Green Day
Father of All...
Reprise
2020
I’ve always found Green Day, as well as many of their ilk (the so called punk rock bands like Offspring etc., Sum41, Alien Ant Fart) singles bands. For instance they did release some incredibly successful singles that sort of hijacked their way to success… which they cemented by touring, but overall for a band with some thirteen albums, the everyday man or woman out in the street might as well recognize no more than three or four.
Getting Butch Walker (Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco) to produce them, gets em a better and sleeker sound that what they had since their Butch Vig produced, “21st Century Breakdown”. The problem with them is that after the success of “American Idiot” that propelled them into superstardom, they felt like they had to prove their punk ethos, so the majority of their efforts since then has been lower-fi, lower stake – simpler albums.
“FOAM” is less than half an hour, with only a couple of tracks exceeding the three minute mark. Tracks don’t really have any staying power, being bubblegum poppers, but what’s worse is the band’s laziness. They’ve been caught ripping other people’s music off in the past, but here they’re just aping all over the place…
Opener and title track tries to be controversial and rock ‘n roll, but it must be one of the most vapid pieces of shit, I’ve heard in a while. This is the sound of being uninspired and being vague about it while trying to sell albums by cheap marketing tricks. Oh well change the lyric, to shut up and count’da money in the land of NHL and honey.
“Fire, Ready, Aim” feels as if Offspring were caught in a time warp and ended up in the 60s and then got rebranded. It actually hardly sounds any different than its predecessor.
“Oh Yeah!” is a cretin’s bop, sold out to a sports corporation. Yeah. Really punk. No care if it’s redneck bucks – as long as the money flows. It’s not that terrible, but it’s not exactly a million bucks either.
“Meet Me on the Roof” is more irreverent and fun, I guess, one of the tracks, I sorta enjoyed, just because it doesn’t sound like pretentious BS.
“I was a Teenage Teenager” is almost as stupid, as its title suggests, but has a nice “Fountains of Wayne” like poppiness about it. Thankfully he wasn’t a transgender, teenager on a booze bender, or the verses might have been broken or too deep. I am just gonna say that for a man pushing 50 maudlin over lost youth like that is kinda sad.
“Stab You in the Heart” is just copying Romero’s “Hippy, Hippy Shake” for fucksake. Let’s leave it at that.
“Sugar Youth” is at least a little more energetic, as if somebody had a white line of… Ssssuuuughaaar. At long least and last, a fun track.
“Junkies on a High” feels bizarrely tacked right after, but it’s introspective tone and cheap copy of AM mixed with a bit of the band’s own… feels if not disingenuous, plainly boring. One would need to be stoned to enjoy this drawn out, simplistic jam.
“Take the Money and Crawl”… sounds like an interesting proposition, but unless BJA is offering a substantial amount, I’d suggest they keep their dimes and use em to learn some more chords…
Graffitia tries to be the more intellectual, bohemic track, but one has to try better than diddle diddle do…
Let’s say, I don’t hear a single and only a couple of songs survive the sugar rush… and insta-mentality of their creators pop punk recipe. If this is sweet, then I am diabetic!
Getting Butch Walker (Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco) to produce them, gets em a better and sleeker sound that what they had since their Butch Vig produced, “21st Century Breakdown”. The problem with them is that after the success of “American Idiot” that propelled them into superstardom, they felt like they had to prove their punk ethos, so the majority of their efforts since then has been lower-fi, lower stake – simpler albums.
“FOAM” is less than half an hour, with only a couple of tracks exceeding the three minute mark. Tracks don’t really have any staying power, being bubblegum poppers, but what’s worse is the band’s laziness. They’ve been caught ripping other people’s music off in the past, but here they’re just aping all over the place…
Opener and title track tries to be controversial and rock ‘n roll, but it must be one of the most vapid pieces of shit, I’ve heard in a while. This is the sound of being uninspired and being vague about it while trying to sell albums by cheap marketing tricks. Oh well change the lyric, to shut up and count’da money in the land of NHL and honey.
“Fire, Ready, Aim” feels as if Offspring were caught in a time warp and ended up in the 60s and then got rebranded. It actually hardly sounds any different than its predecessor.
“Oh Yeah!” is a cretin’s bop, sold out to a sports corporation. Yeah. Really punk. No care if it’s redneck bucks – as long as the money flows. It’s not that terrible, but it’s not exactly a million bucks either.
“Meet Me on the Roof” is more irreverent and fun, I guess, one of the tracks, I sorta enjoyed, just because it doesn’t sound like pretentious BS.
“I was a Teenage Teenager” is almost as stupid, as its title suggests, but has a nice “Fountains of Wayne” like poppiness about it. Thankfully he wasn’t a transgender, teenager on a booze bender, or the verses might have been broken or too deep. I am just gonna say that for a man pushing 50 maudlin over lost youth like that is kinda sad.
“Stab You in the Heart” is just copying Romero’s “Hippy, Hippy Shake” for fucksake. Let’s leave it at that.
“Sugar Youth” is at least a little more energetic, as if somebody had a white line of… Ssssuuuughaaar. At long least and last, a fun track.
“Junkies on a High” feels bizarrely tacked right after, but it’s introspective tone and cheap copy of AM mixed with a bit of the band’s own… feels if not disingenuous, plainly boring. One would need to be stoned to enjoy this drawn out, simplistic jam.
“Take the Money and Crawl”… sounds like an interesting proposition, but unless BJA is offering a substantial amount, I’d suggest they keep their dimes and use em to learn some more chords…
Graffitia tries to be the more intellectual, bohemic track, but one has to try better than diddle diddle do…
Let’s say, I don’t hear a single and only a couple of songs survive the sugar rush… and insta-mentality of their creators pop punk recipe. If this is sweet, then I am diabetic!