I really, really, wish that I wouldn’t have to keep repeating myself. Writing songs about being in love with cheerleaders is lame. And I say this as someone who still loves pop punk. But sometimes you just need to sit back and ask the question, “WWNRD?” (What would Naked Raygun do?) Answer: Not write lines like “She’s a cheerleader at my school/And if you don’t already know, cheerleaders rule.” Or how about “Erin, Erin’s on crack and heroin/I used to date her, but I don’t date her anymore/She used to be a virgin, now she’s a dirty little whore.” What? Musically, this band attempts to rip off (badly) everyone from the old, garagey Donnas (who I love!) to any of the many Mutant Pop bands. If this were a cereal… wait… this is so bad, it’s not even a cereal!
–maddy (Whoa Oh)