It seems with ‘Back to the Future’ celebrating 25 years of goodness, artists round the world scrambled to find out where they had come from in order to go forth in to the wide yonder of music. This foray in to yester-year compliments the 30something Good Charlotte with a stark revert to their default setting. Cardiology is a collection of songs that could have been breakthrough record ‘The Young and The Hopeless’ (2002), had they tried to write it now.
Eager to wrestle the pop-punk crown from young pretenders such as All Time Low, Good Charlotte invite you to remember who the big boys are in this genre. From the punchy chorus on up-beat ‘Counting the Days’ to the anthem that is ‘Sex on the Radio’, this is a band who are not having a joint midlife crisis, they are just having fun again. With a decade behind them now, they re-visit everything from the bittersweet summer before their birth with ‘1979’ to an ode for Joel’s daughter in ‘Harlow’s Song’ that can also double as a break-up song for the youth of today. Good Charlotte still has the drive to sit on the edge of reason and defy progression in choice of reflection.
As a fan left distressed by ‘Good Morning Revival’ (2007) and further more by ‘Greatest Remixes’ (2008), I can safely say that this album will have you reaching for your skateboard, vans shoes and cause you to spike that hair up 2002 style, when life was sweet.
With all the ups, came a bum note or two. The songs ‘Like it’s her Birthday’ and ‘Last Night’ retain some of the dance floor filler that populated their 2007 effort. Valid as they are, I am a purist who swore allegiance to garage pop-punk, snotty lyrics and insightful, solitude heart songs. When all is said and done, Good Charlotte has offered us a radio friendly road trip down memory lane and it stands up to my finely tuned morals on the subject matter. Viva La Pop-Punk.
Must Have Tracks: Sex on the Radio, Counting the Days, Standing Ovation Bum Notes: Like It’s Her Birthday, Last Night
“So as I stand here, looking back, we’ve all taken different paths. To broken dreams, we raise a glass. To promises that never last. To a street filled with so much hope. To be young and broke.”—These Streets
These albums were listen-a-fied to on a regular basis for most of my younger years. Between listening to albums in my brothers room while he was out and playing his guitar infront of his mirror (like the pimp rockstar I am) to walking round the woods of Cranbrook at midnight with a disc-man aged 14. These were the albums from the BIG bands that I loved to hear. I never really understood all the lyrics when I was a lot younger, but they still soundtracked my youth and I love listening to them now and thinking about those days when the world was huge and I had big dreams. I miss my innocence.
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I am honour-a-fied, flatter-a-fied and stoke-a-fied to make such a list. I am always stoked to see you post shtuff, it beats all these people who post absolutely redundent photos of skateboarding, starbucks and sunsets. It genuinely annoys me. I think I get followed a lot because people search for ‘rad’ tags and always find me. To be nice, I follow back and they are just bastards who post 32874832432 times a minute. I miss being a teenager, we didn’t have Tumblr, we had a pocket full of dreams and no taste for fashion. You know? These people annoy me. They are the kinda people who go to shows and film it for YouTube. There’s no actual youth anymore, just a hollywood ideal that kids only try so hard to document that they miss out on the actual moments.
So yeah, your posts are rad, real and I get it. Kudos to you!
The first episode of the podcast will be recorded on Saturday the 23rd of this month (October, for ya’ll of forgetfull-ness). It will be hosted by myself and John Holzer of California pop-punk revivalist band Better Luck Next Time. John and I have a history of online shenanigans; often we could be found on uStream, bitching about shtuff and playing songs from bands. We had an epic time in Las Vegas in the summer of 2009 when we went to go see Blink182 on the re-union dates.
Our chemistry is great and I value this man as a friend. With that in mind, I asked him if he would be down to trial a podcast with me. I plan on doing this on a weekly basis on my own but asked John to help kick off. Maybe i’ll have regular guest host rotaition? Who knows. All I DO know is that John and I will be talking about Pop-Punk music from 1996 - 2003 and sharing stories of times we spent in them music industry. We’ll be playing music by some of the best bands form back in the day and giving away iTunes vouchers, too.
So tune in, it’ll be fun. We’ll be drinking, talking, bitching, rocking out and having one of those chats that only we could have.
For nearly 10 years, I woke up and looked out the same window. It was the only static constant I had in a decade of sex, love, heartbreak and golden years.
I sat down tonight to try and write an anthem of my youth, trying to carry the torch of my genre, to tell my story through near poetic chemistry of emotions, thrown together in to a sucker-punch cocktail of anger, bitterness, passion, dedication and nostalgi. I threw everything I had in to everything I did. The song shaped one way and then shifted in to another, like an elusive cause, this song became a reflection of the days that now feel like a music video to me. Everything I did, had a song to immortalise it and cement it on the boulevard of my life story. What I aimed for was a conclusive chapter ending send-off to days I will never get back and emotions I will never feel again. I miss them, I hate them, I love them, I dissmiss them and I want them back.
From my first kiss at the bus stop aged 12 to the day my world was broken when I was dumped aged 20, my town was the centre of the earth. In this town was a house,this house had a bedroom in which I drank, fucked, cried, shouted, laughed and used the walls as a punching bag. The concrete roads were a home and a stomping ground for late night walks, early morning runs and at the same time, a symbol of the life I lead. I was a small town kid with no ambition but a head firmly in the clouds.
I was part of a rag-tag bunch of skater kids, a team of misfits with the soul cause of staying out till dawn, making music and having silly haircuts. We had some times that no movie could depict and no words could convey. It was close to a brotherhood. We were all picked on and sad on our own but when we were playing our instruments or drinking in the woods, we were unbeatable. As the years went by, we aged and our bond grew faint. Now they are strangers to me, we share those awkward ‘hey man’ moments if we cross pass, otherwise, they’re fading faces of the last time I had a full complement of friends.
Before I left that town, the ‘top of the mountain’ if you will, was sitting on a bench at the school I did not attend at the dead of night and just remembering the times I spent on that spot. There is a photograph in a shoebox, under a girl’s bed, in a home she does not live in anymore that epitomises that spot. In this photo, the girl and I are embraced, we’re 2 very different teenagers with 2 very similar feelings for eachother. This is the only girl I have ever been in love with and for what I can tell, will forever be the secret name I thank for all my highs and the one for which I pine at my lowest times.
I’m going to leave this as a short version of this tale, there is more and I want to carry on. It’s theropy of sorts, I enjoy thinking and talking about my youth. They were good days, no matter how low I got. So There may be other days for it. Heck, maybe a different blog and I will just chapter it?!
Writing music is a funny SOB, isn’t it? I was writing some shtuff today on the train about how I shared some amazing times with girlfriends over the years. From seeing All American Rejects in Long Beach to telling people all over the land that I was with a girl I wanted to marry. They were moments that nobody could take away from me and I will always hold as golden moments in the highlight reel that is my life.
The dark side of romance is that when it ends, 9 times out of 10, it’ll never be a clean break. In all but 1 of my break-ups (for which I have nothing but respect and good feelings for), it has become a hostile back-and-forth of opinion, lies and flat out lack of the balls to be honest. I have played my role in a break up and always tried my best to right the wrongs and save the sinking ship. Alas, it never worked out for me and I always came across as the desperate fool who didn’t get the hint. On went the girls and their un-damaged pride. Well, this set of songs will name, shame and blame them also for the events that cost me my pride and trust in women.
EP Name: ‘No Hard Feelings … Kinda’ Band Name: My First Stereo Year: 2010 Chances of Law Suit: 68%
Bath Bubbles, Toil & Trouble
Hold For Applause (Clap, Clap, Clap)
Your Mum’s Cooking Sucked Anyway
E-Mail Was Easier, Right?
How You Like Me Now?
If you know me well, then you know that I have left out one person. That’s because THAT break-up, despite putting me through hell, was justified and I hold that person in very high regard and have nothing but good things to say. As for the rest of them … err … i’m not sorry, at all.
For YEARS as a kid, I was picked on for being in to the pop-punk shtuff. I was a total Blink, Green Day and Sum41 fanboy and my back-pack had a LOT to say on the matter. Every few hours, I got something thrown at me, usually a rock or something to that effect. Frequently the ‘jock’ clique would exclude me from sports because of my taste in music. I remember the king-douche being made captain of our successful basketball team (despite not knowing how top play), running it in to the ground and causing am assive losing streak. We were already awesome and a collection of guys who loved playing because it wasn’t tainted by douche-baggery. When we got our traning on and had some free games, we always had a sound system of some sort blasting out rock/rap/punk msuic. It was pretty much a Tony Hawks soundtrack.
We always got to have a few tracks of a CD playing that we were in to at that time. It was one of those rare forums where I could blast some pop-punk without being laughed at, we were all down with eachothers choices if it got a good game going.
It’s 2001, i’m 13 years old and I bring ‘Dynamite Boy: Somewhere in America’ to the table. It’s a new release fromt he states and has one of my fave. album covers, ever. From the first track, you can tell this album is clearly one of the ones that defined my youth. Punchy riffage, catchy melody and nice bit out harmony. It never ceased to amaze me that despite having such a simple formula, pop-punk could always come up with a new riff that defined a generation. ‘Catching On’ prooved to be a timeless track, up there with ‘Student Rick: Monday Morning’ or ‘Yellowcard: Way Away’.
It would be 9 months before I got a shot at seeing Dynamite Boy live. They were playing a venue 2 towns over from me and I was going, regardless of having school the next day. I got there early to see them arrive and set up, it was a stormy day and I sat outside with by buddy Joe untill one of the venue staff clocked us and let us stand int he venue, out of the cold … we all had KFC.
As it turned out, the gig had sold only 50/60 tickets. It was a small gig in a small venue and everybody loved it. We were a couple of years younger than others but never the less, we got involved in the rocking out. It was one of those gigs that you go to as a kid that you know would always remember as being a highlight and a night you credit to being in a band yourself. The record still holds up to this day and I love putting it on through headphones while I walk down my old haunts and remember what it was like to be young, dumb and out of debt.
Modern bands need to learn from this type of unit. Lame-wads like ‘All Time Low’ and ‘Forever The Sickest Kids’ swagger around in a culture based on haircuts, who has the tighter jeans and who can auto-tune the most. Dynamite Boy did it in Blink’s shadow. That’s a tough act to compete with.