GRABASS CHARLESTONS: The Greatest Story Ever Hula’d: CD

Mar 15, 2008

Sounds more or less like a punk-basement version of the first Rites of Spring album (which, now that i think about it, is the only Rites of Spring album) (and which is curious, as one would have previously assumed that the Rites of Spring album was its own punk-basement version), with a few scattered punk-basement Hüsker Jünior (“Hüsker Jü?”)-isms as some manner of yeomanly garnish. And, while there are a couple of cool lyrical moments here and there (“Breaking bottles in the streets/’til the coppers bring the heats,” from “Youth”), overall things are are pretty much in that same muddled and cryptic “i-am-working-out-some-emotional-issues-here” vein as latter-period Connie Dungs, but minus the precision elements that occasionally led me to give Brandon Dung the benefit of the doubt that he was actually singing about something of relevance. The occasional lapses into the merely trite (“Suicide at $8 an Hour” – like every 20-year-old mop jockey in the world hasn’t written this song in their head at one point in time [except for those of us who were 20 year old mop jockeys in the Reagan era, in which case the song was called “Suicide at $4 an Hour”]) don’t affect things much either way. I dunno. When i listen to punk rock, i’m looking for a tribal war-whoop so mighty that the forces of my oppression, including but not limited to the mundanity of my daily existence, are rendered, at least for a time, inert. This CD is more like an annex of additional mundanity. What, i re-boot from this disc in case my existing mundanity files crash? BEST SONG: “Youth” BEST SONG TITLE: “Beer Exile” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Appearing on the cover of Razorcake is no guarantee your album won’t be routed to a fucking prick like myself for review! 

 –norb (No Idea)

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