Showing posts with label Green Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Green Day. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

GREEN DAY

BILLIE JOE ANYTHING

Green Day have an infectious good time on Dos!


By: MATT ASHARE |

With Dos! (Reprise), Green Day deliver the second of three new albums
If you'd asked just about anyone — even singer/guitarist Billie Joe Armstrong, bassist Mike Dirnt, and drummer Tré Cool — whether a volatile, angst-ridden, neo-punk trio like Green Day might turn out to be a viable vehicle for anything, much less a five-time Grammy-winning powerhouse of a band with a Broadway musical to their credit, back when they were just getting started over two decades ago, the answer very likely would have been a simple "no," followed by a chuckle or two. Even after they had their first breakthrough with the multi-platinum major-label debut Dookie in 1994, Green Day still didn't seem to have the depth or focus to endure for more than a couple more albums before burning out. Because, if nothing else, that's just what punk-oriented bands tend to do. They run hot, flame out, and, if they're lucky, leave a good-looking corpse behind.

       But there's been nothing particularly textbook about Green Day's trajectory. They had the good fortune of emerging from Northern California's East Bay punk scene at just the right time to capitalize on the slacker alienation of the alternative nation with fast and furious songs that channeled the DIY spirit and oblique frustration of a generation that had embraced the restive malaise of Nirvana. Sure, there were plenty of self-appointed gatekeepers who questioned the "integrity" of a platinum punk band who, for all their anarchic teen spirit, seemed all too willing to play the game, which is really nothing more than old-school code for "selling out" — something, as I was fond of pointing out, that the Clash, the Sex Pistols, and even Nirvana had all been accused of at various times. And then, Green Day somehow managed to survive a slow decline, as they began to deviate from punk's loud, fast, and snotty rules, limping into the new millennium with 2000's tepid Warning.

       But, after a four-year hiatus from the studio that found them deigning to co-headline a tour with Blink-182, Green Day reemerged in 2004 with another fairly astounding, career-defining statement, the timely punk rock opera American Idiot, an album that once again captured the zeitgeist by tapping into the existential anxiety of suburban teen life. Along with reviving Green Day as plausible standard bearers for yet another generation of disaffected youth, American Idiot was cohesive enough to suggest that Armstrong, the voice of the band, had matured as a songwriter and might just be capable of anything. Indeed, American Idiot: The Musical did go on to make its Broadway debut in 2010, and there are now plans for a film version.

       That Green Day didn't fall apart in the wake of American Idiot, with Armstrong surging ahead as a solo artist and the rest of the band moving on to star in their own reality television series, is something of a minor miracle. I mean, isn't that what rock stars are supposed to do these days? But, apparently, Armstrong and his cohort, which now includes long time touring guitarist Jason White, are fueled by something more than just a lust for commercial success — something that might just be somewhere in the general vicinity of "integrity," or at least a deep, genuine, shared love of music.

       If that sounds like an antiquated notion, it might be worth remembering that the band were so fond of covering the Who's classic youth anthem "My Generation" early on that they included their version of it on their second album, 1992's Kerplunk. Because, as they now enter their forties, Armstrong, Dirnt, and Tré Cool are still very much a unified force. In fact, they started this year with a plan to release not just one but three new studio albums. And, at this point, they're on track to do just that. Uno!, a blast of raw powered punk from Green Day's past that alludes directly to the Clash and the Who, hit the streets running back on September 21. And, the second salvo in the trilogy, Dos!, has just arrived, leaving plenty of time for the third to drop in December.

       If Uno! was a no-holds-barred return to their raucous punk-pop roots, then Dos! is more of an anything-goes proposition. Armstrong appears to have rid his system of the nihilistic gravitas that elevated American Idiot and began to feel a bit heavy handed on its semi-sequel, 2009's neurotic 21st Century Breakdown. But, even at his most playful, he’s got a churlish dark side that rears its roaring head and brings a little edginess to what might otherwise be throwaway party tunes. And that’s essentially what Dos! is — a high-octane collection of garage-rocking tunes about girls and stuff, but mostly girls.

       The disc opens on a knowingly sappy note, with the short and bittersweet “See You Tonight,” a countrified downer buoyed by little more than Armstrong’s simply strummed unplugged electric guitar and some nice Everly Brothers-style harmonies by Dirnt. It’s really just a brief, if well rendered, set-up for Tré Cool’s pounding drums, which ignite the next track, a sinister love song that might have been called “Fun Time” if Armstrong weren’t so fond of dropping f-bombs. “I wanna choke you ‘til you’re blue in the face/Got dirty thoughts and a dirty mind/Take a look into my eyes/I wanna hold you ‘til you’re paralyzed,” Armstrong sneers with menacing glee to the object of his disaffection, as the rest of the band settle into an amped-up r&b groove and head for a Chuck Berry-by-way-of-Angus Young guitar solo.

       That’s more or less the basic blueprint for Dos!, which hangs Armstrong’s dirty thoughts and mixed emotions on well-honed hooks and finds its way to more than a few arena-ready melodies that are as artfully crafted as they are rough around the edges. There are variations on that theme: “Wild One” slows things down a bit for some tortured goth-grrrl romancing; “Stray Heart” takes its cues, rhythmic and melodic, from the Motown playbook, as Armstrong offers an apology of sorts for bad behavior; and, with its skewed guitars and Beatlesque structure, “Wow! That’s Loud” trips into a little Revolver-style psychedelia.

       Armstrong finds his strongest footing on “Lazy Bones,” a clever, over-caffeinated ode to boredom and confusion that would have sounded right at home on Dookie. “I don’t want your sympathy,” Armstrong howls against a stack of growling guitars, “I don’t want your honesty/II just want some piece of mind.” And, on the briskly searing “Ashley,” Armstrong gets the balance of tenderness and disgust just right as he confronts an ex who’s become a mess and tells her, “I can taste the cigarettes and liquor on your breath/We used to call it speed, but now it’s called crystal meth. . .”

       There are a couple of outliers on Dos!, including the creepy slow-roller “Nightlife,” a reggae-tinged rocker that features some guest rapping by Lady Cobra from California’s Mystic Nights of the Cobra. It’s an awkward fit on an album full of rockers, but, even if it proves that hip-hop isn’t Green Day’s thing, it still sorta works. And then there’s “Amy,” an earnestly wistful, somewhat jazzy remembrance of Amy Winehouse that reveals a more sophisticated side of Armstrong and proves that, at this point in his career, he’s pretty much capable of doing just about anything and maybe even pulling it off.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

UK's Sharks celebrate "The Joys of Living 2008-2010

England’s Sharks bring “The Joys of Living” to the US

By The Burg Staff on Apr. 27, 2011
By MATT ASHARE
“It’s very sarcastic, isn’t it, punk?," says Sharks singer James Matlock
It’s Saturday evening in the British Midlands town of Coventry and James Matlock, the 20-year-old frontman of Sharks, is in good spirits — “Out and about,” as he puts it when he answers his cell phone. He has reason to be happy. Less than a month ago, Rise released The Joys Of Living 2008-2010, the young punk foursome’s full-length debut (it compiles 14 tracks from two limited-edition, self-released EPs plus a couple singles).
     Prior to that, Alternative Press featured Sharks in its “100 Bands You Need to Know in 2011.” And, in less than 24 hours, Matlock and his bandmates — guitarist Andy Bayliss, bassist Cris O’Reilly and drummer Samuel Lister — are headed to the U.S., where they’ll begin their first American tour with a monthlong stint opening for Social Distortion. (They’ll be at the NorVa in Norfolk on May 17 and the National in Richmond the following night.)
     To judge from sentiments expressed in his lyrics, Matlock may also be more than a little relieved to have found a ticket out of Coventry. “How pathetic this must sound/To a hope of finally getting out/To someone who doesn’t even know/He’s bored of this town,” he screams a cappella into a dark void at the start of “Trains,” a sneering Clash city rocker that takes a vividly poetic turn on the refrain “Another night arrives/Slice open your eyes/Dream between the lines.” Matlock’s “bored” again in the serrated sing-along “Three Houses,” which coalesces around an insolent yet romantic chorus of “Travels underground make time for other things/including dust settling shackles to be broken free.” And in the pounding “Glove In Hand,” a sly homage to the Smiths (and their song “Hand In Glove”), Matlock growls “I can’t believe I’m jailed in neighborhood/I can’t believe I lived to stomach it” before an atmospheric and dreamy break in the guitar distortion opens and he intones, “I engage to take on every passing day with true hate.”
     “I’ve always lived around here,” says Matlock, who started Sharks with Bayliss when the two were in high school. “When I was growing up I was with different parts of my family. My parents left and I was in Coventry with my grandparents. That was a little rough and emotionally confusing. But really the town I live in is nice. It’s just a bit dull. There’s nothing to do. Boredom is the main incentive behind the band. If we weren’t in a band I have no idea what I’d be doing.”
     Punk’s been a potent outlet for teen angst for at least three decades, and Matlock was a quick study. “I can’t name any punk bands who were active when we got started, apart from the British bands who are still going from back in the day,” he admits. “I got into it from digging up old records. It was more of an American thing that I discovered from bands like Green Day and Rancid. Then I dug deeper and found their influences and I got my head around the history of the big punk family tree.”
     The Joys of Living is more than the sum of those borrowed parts. There’s precocious promise reflected in the philosophical premise of the disc’s title track, the wistful tenor of “More Blue,” and the sardonic humor of “The Light At the End of the Tunnel Is Hell.”
As Matlock concludes, “It’s very sarcastic, isn’t it, punk? It’s satirical. A lot of our lyrics are quite dark, but we don’t want to take it too seriously. After all, we’re just a band, aren’t we?” http://www.the-burg.com/blogit/entry/englands_sharks_bring_the_joys_of_living_to_the_us
Ashare, a freelance writer based in Lynchburg, is a former music editor for The Boston Phoenix.