![]() A cause I am still fighting for today: Legalization of Marijuana (I don’t smoke but it being illegal is ridiculous) and better prison conditions for those incarcerated. Then you hear about the man who got 2 years for a dime bag of weed, and ended up killing himself in prison of constant rape. The record constantly changes from speedy straight-forward punk, ska inspired riffs that allow for the flow of the album to keep you enthralled. “Don’t pull the trigger squeeze / That will ensure a kill / a kill is what you want / a kill is why we breathe” - Those lyrics resonate today as our world is torn by constant killings that seem to be necessary fuel for those living in the machine of our society. ![]() The record plays like several different stories, all pointing at similar, yet very different problems with our society. Facism was at its peak (until our recent election), and as a young 20 something, I knew I had heard something so special that nothing would ever take its place. “Blame it on the greedocracy” was pouring through any of us that were against this stupid war that was being established by this new regime. Remember, by now we were in a Bush era, and 9/11 had probably just occurred. “Where do all the stupid people come…” resonated with me. I had no clue who the band was or what the song was. I was on a road trip, and my buddy put it on the radio. It was two years later, after I had grown out of my corporate music (yes I thought epifat was corporate) that I finally heard the song. Don’t ask me why I never opened it, but something urged me to buy it when I saw it on the record store shelf, with its blatant “DO NOT PAY MORE THAN $7 FOR THIS RECORD” plastered on the cover. In fact, I still have the album in its shrink wrap. I fell in the latter group, but I still bought the album. You were a Blink Fan, an EpiFat kid, or an “I’m too good to listen to this crap that’s coming out right now” kid. Why? In fact, back in 99, there were a lot of punk cliques where I grew up. I’ll admit, I thought the album was a joke when I first heard about it. Mike may be a drug addict, and may be a bit crass at times, but when he wants to, he makes pretty damn good music. A near 20 minute epic, observing the world as a whole, and its perpetuating decline into a prophesied destruction. Say what you will about Fat Mike and his band of miscreants, but in 1999 they put out what would become the greatest punk rock album of all-time, in this man’s opinion. I found myself struggling with this review for that reason. How does one write about perfection? The perfect song, the perfect lyrics, the perfect timing… just perfection, in general.
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