August 12, 2009

The Bronx Mariachi album has been sitting, glaring at me from my desk for some time now and it’s like one epic mid-western sundown gun duel. It wants me to play it, but man I’m scared of Mariachi music. I listened to it a couple times, and it begs revisiting but the repercussions of hating it are too much for me. And here it sits, days before release, asking me as a dedicated Bronx fan to appreciate it us much as everything else they’ve ever released, but I don’t think I can.

This officially means I don’t love a Bronx album, and it hurts.

In other new release related ramblings, I’m loving the Four Year Strong 90s covers album, up until they cover Smashing Pumpkins and then I’m out.

You can’t cover that shit ya’ll. It’s almost disrespectful when you turn a finely crafted classic like that into a pop punk bonanza. It’s like Hoobastank covering Elliot Smith, “Oh yes, I realise this song was the embodiment of generational discontent, but we’ll just slap some breakdowns on it so slack-jawed cockspanks, completely unaware of its original sentiments, can run in circles to it.”

Oh, also the new Nation Blue album is out now and kicking major goals in my stereo, and Parkway Drive’s new DVD gets two very enthusiastic thumbs up. Except, perhaps for the moments towards the end when the guys’ many successes and travels sink in and jealousy becomes crippling and you wish they’d shut the fuck up already. Jokes, jokes. PWDFTW.