Itï¿½s just bad journalism to write critically about something you havenï¿½t heard. But sometimes the temptation is there. Take the most recent effort, Promises Promises, from New Zealand punks Die! Die! Die!, for example. Pretty much every song sounds the same: heavy guitar riffs, yelling vocals and a repetitive drum beat. Sure, itï¿½s new wave-esque punk, so no one should expect flowing melodies and on-key singing, but the anger, at least, should be believable.
Instead the band sounds less like Black Flag, the Sex Pistols, or hell, even Rancid, and more like Dookie-era Green Day, when that band was trying sooo hard to be punk rock!
Promises Promises doesnï¿½t, however, prove Die! Die! Die! to be the poser punks that bands like Panic! at the Disco are; the members probably do have a lot of gutter punk in them, they just arenï¿½t a great band, at least on record. Itï¿½s the kind of music that, played loud and hard enough onstage, is bound to inspire a bloody and violent mosh-pit.
So, after listening to the whole thing, twiceï¿½take that Maximï¿½the only educated guess about Promises Promises is that even though itï¿½s not great itï¿½ll be a commercial success for a band thatï¿½s a little better than the pseudo-punk thatï¿½s been tarnishing the radio for last decade and a half.
DIE! DIE! DIE!