In its March issue, Maxim magazine published reviews for new albums by The Black Crowes and Nas without ever hearing the albums. The Crowe�s album, Warpaint, hasn�t been released to critics yet and Nas says he�s not even finished with his April release.
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It�s just bad journalism to write critically about something you haven�t 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, it�s 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 doesn�t, 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 aren�t a great band, at least on record. It�s 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, twice�take that Maxim�the only educated guess about Promises Promises is that even though it�s not great it�ll be a commercial success for a band that�s a little better than the pseudo-punk that�s been tarnishing the radio for last decade and a half.
DIE! DIE! DIE!
Promises Promises
Saf Records
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It�s just bad journalism to write critically about something you haven�t 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, it�s 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 doesn�t, 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 aren�t a great band, at least on record. It�s 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, twice�take that Maxim�the only educated guess about Promises Promises is that even though it�s not great it�ll be a commercial success for a band that�s a little better than the pseudo-punk that�s been tarnishing the radio for last decade and a half.
DIE! DIE! DIE!
Promises Promises
Saf Records
