Punk bands can be so encouraging. Always railing against the system, stickin’ it to the man, defending your right to be yourself, no matter how fucked up you might be. Of course, sometimes the venom of bands like the Headhunters can be diluted by lyrics like “Don’t let them take your dreams away!” That’s nice, but isn’t “they” a little vague? And then there’s the b-side, “Skinhead Time.” The world needs another hooligan shout-a-long about “boots and braces” like it needs another Third World invasion. And what’s with all the misplaced nostalgia? What exactly was so fucking wonderful about the good ol’ skinhead days? Were Docs cheaper or something? Where there less poseurs or immigrants or what? Who cares? This sort of hooligan romanticism gives me the creeps.
–eric (Haunted Town)