METHADONES, THE:
This Won't Hurt...: CD
I’ll be honest, as much as i liked last year’s Power Pop Riot LP ((and i liked it a lot)), the previous non-power-pop-cover Methadones never really connected with me—it always sounded like a cross between Bad Religion and Dillinger 4 or something, i dunno. I am unaware of what exact twists and turns the band’s creative toilet snake bent itself through over the course of the last few years, but, suddenly, i am confronted with the wholly unexpected finding that the Methadones are actually fucking RELEVANT to my life inasmuch as they are singing about the type of shit that people who listened to Screeching Weasel or the Riverdales ten or fifteen years ago would actually care about now that they are ten or fifteen years older. Who fucking knew that it was within pop-punk’s molecular structure to mature along with its audience and practitioners? Even more unexpectedly, what were the odds that Vapid would turn out to be the smart one of the bunch? Weird world, man. Thanks for this, i dig it. Now put out another fucking cover album, dorks! BEST SONG: “Street in My Hometown” if i’m feeling nice, “Poor Little Rich Girl” if i’m not so inclined. BEST SONG TITLE: “Where Did You Hide the Sun,” although, now that i think about it, that’s kind of emo. FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Actually, if Vapid is just now realizing that the traffic in Chicago sucks, he might not be the warmest tater in the microwave after all… –Rev. Norb (Red Scare)