Enter: the upcoming Against Me album.
A punk rock saga that revels in reluctant trips back home, the loss of loved ones, the dissolution of relationships and manages to make even the stupidity of youth seem nostalgic.
Enter: the stupidity of my youth
While I was thirteen my favorite accomplice and I were set loose in Lake Havasu, Arizona. It was a week that proved Murphy’s Law. There was a brief tropical storm, there were bikinis, there were jet skis, there was an exploding speed boat and there was one flying shopping cart. Every group of boats moored together was a potential Girls Gone Wild set; every evening we were listening to Bad Religion, Good Riddance, and NOFX. At nights the parental supervision would sleep and we would depart the hotel on foot as two pilgrims in a foreign land in search of adventure. Even with 2 AM approaching, it was a dry heat.
We walked through places that were shoulder to shoulder during the day and ghost towns after sundown. I have no idea where we found the shopping cart but we decided to take it with us. Hyped up on Dr. Pepper, we were crossing the famous relocated London Bridge and decided to dispatch the cart to the bottom of the channel below. It hung in the air forever. The splash was epic. It was stupidest, coolest thing in the world. It still is. It disappeared into the water almost as quickly as we disappeared from what was surely now a crime scene. The cops would no doubt be there any minute so we sprinted a few blocks and then tried to act casual.
Although that shopping cart probably still lies rusting under that bridge, in my mind, it lives suspended in mid air seconds before a dramatic splash and the violent redistribution of water. White Crosses the new Against Me album lives there too. It is sure to tickle your punk rock bones and a few others you didn’t know you had.
Enter: the play button
When I put on White Crosses I remember my first punk rock summer. My heart beats a little faster, my vision gets a little sharper, my ability to make good decisions falters and I have an overwhelming desire to throw large objects off of larger elevated objects. Through and through it is a good album. It balances precariously between sentimentality and straight up punk rock but doesn’t leave you wanting on either side of the fulcrum.Against Me! - White Crosses,