Reading the lyrics to Alkaline trio’s latest album Good Mourning, not dissimilar to trawling through the cringe-worthy efforts of some fifeteen year-old trying to put blood’ ‘death’ ‘stab’ and ‘tears’ into all possible combinations. It’s stage we all go through, but a trait of modern punk bands is that long after these teen angst sensibilities have been relevant to their own lives, they find themselves pushing thirty and coming up with lyrics like I’ve got a needle scratching me, injects the poison of alcohol I.V.”. Either the band are functionally illiterate or any image that could evoke a feeling of goth-like inarticulacy is worth a shot. Pop-punk is tired. It needs more than unimaginative pseudo-poetry.
ARCHIVE: 3rd Week TT 2003


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