Inasmuch as I think torch-carrying for ‘90s pop punk is an indulgence that would be best served by packing its own mouth full of snow and leaving itself on the back porch of the igloo to die, and inasmuch as I spent the ‘90s largely immune to the charms of the McRackins (yes, I know, they were egg-cellent, sue me), and even inasmuch as I am as apt to think of the Proteens or Klopecs when I’m trying to remember the Prozacs, I must admit there’s some pretty neat stuff going on here and there on this disc, a slick collaboration between Bil McRackin and J Prozac. Whilst the glossy a capella harmonies that kick off this thirty-three minute excursion into technique made me fretful that I was going to be sitting thru half an hour of Bon Jovi-core, “Don’t Be That Guy” sounded enough like a song the Methadones would have covered on Power Pop Riot that I was able to unharden my heart and listen to the rest without having to bite a bullet or some other manner of chewable ammunition. While numbers like “Love This Rock N’ Roll” and “Punk Rock Heart” are a bit on the nose, lyrically I got to admit they way they repeatedly work in a sample of Dee Dee yelling “one-two-three-four” in time with the rest of the song is pretty damn cool. If only Tim from Mutant Pop Records could be alive to hear this ultimate consummation of his label’s aesthetic! Oh wait, he is. Well fuck it, then. BEST SONG: It’s probably “Just Maybe,” but that damn Dee Dee sample really puts “Punk Rock Heart,” which would otherwise be kind of cornball and lame, over the top. So maybe that one. BEST SONG TITLE: “Kung Fu Magoo” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Ends with a cover of Pete Townshend’s “Let My Love Open the Door,” just so’s you know into what you’re getting.
–norb (Jerkoff, jerkoffrecords.com)