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“Punk Rock Girl” - The Dead Milkmen
(Words/music: The Dead Milkmen, available on Beezelbubba, Enigma 1988)

“Punk Rock Girl” accomplishes something spectacular – it captures everything wrong and right with the stereotypical suburban punk rock experience.  On one level, “Punk Rock Girl” describes those kids you knew in high school – the ones more interested in the image of punk rock than music itself.  Perhaps it’s a byproduct of my own personal investment in music, but people who see music as a fashion accessory is a major pet peeve.  I knew kids like this in high school – the “punks” who used it as an excuse to act like jerks – so hearing about kids chanting “anarchy” in a pizza shop when they can’t get their way doesn’t do much for me.  The Dead Milkmen seem in on the joke as well, and not just because of their history of tongue-in-cheek songs.  The narrator sounds like a high school student’s creative writing assignment, complete with forced imagery and awkward rhyme.  They even (intentionally, I think) credit “California Dreaming” (which they immediately allude to) to the Beach Boys, a wink to the know-it-all teen punk.  All of this comes from a band using an accordion prominently in a song about teens pissed about a lack of Mojo Nixon albums; it’s hard not to chuckle a little bit.

A funny thing happens near the end of the song – our faux-punk narrator encounters the quintessential teenage punk experience – exclusion.  He meets the rambunctious love of his life only to have her father deem him too weird (and thus unsuitable) for his daughter. Even then, after setting her father up as “The Man,” he still proclaims that’s “you’re the one for me, Punk Rock Girl.”  Maybe I’m jaded, but the narrator seems like he’s either fantasizing about a girl he barely knows (hence calling her “Punk Rock Girl”) and imagines all of the escapades they might encounter together, or he likes that her dad hates him.  Regardless, even if the narrator brings back uncomfortable high school memories, “Punk Rock Girl” speaks to a different part of the punk rock audience – one that might appreciate the orthodoxy of hardcore but maintain a healthy distance from it.  Even if it’s a little nerdy – a weak voice, wiry guitar, and sing-songy nature - “Punk Rock Girl” capture what it feels like to start working against the grain.  Regardless of it’s tone – whether it salutes the safety-pin clad or pokes fun at them – it’s part of the suburban punk’s experience for many of us.

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“Into the Groove(y)” – Ciccone Youth
(Words/music: Steve Brey and Madonna, available on The Whitey Album, Enigma 1988)

Today marks the release of The Eternal, the sixteenth studio album by Sonic Youth, and I’m impressed with how vivacious this band sounds twenty seven years after the release of their first record.  Sure, their new album doesn’t push as the “golden era” Sonic Youth records, but I’m hard pressed to find a band that puts so much into their craft when they probably could coast.  Let’s face it, Sonic Youth could make a healthy living touring on their old material (think of how well a Daydream Nation tour would do), so it’s admirable to see them push their creative boundaries at all, let alone find it successful.  Having seen the band a few times now, I’ve seen the band’s passion for creating and performing and find it inspiring; I hope to one day hit my stride the way Sonic Youth has and find the inspiration to keep pushing myself for the sheer joy or creation.

I’m drawn to Sonic Youth partially because of the variety of emotions they wring out of their music.  They create these dissonant and jarring bursts of noise, yet their compositions teem with emotions behind this curtain of noise.  Take “Into the Groove(y),” the product of a collaboration with Mike Watt dubbed “Ciccone Youth” – their reinterpretation of one of Madonna’s best singles as a gnarled mess of distortion and darkness.  Immediately, I’m drawn to the sinister feel created by the oddly voiced guitar chords, megaphone-like vocals, and the clanging echoes.  This dark interpretation seems intentional, yet a mischievous joy runs throughout the entire song.  Whether it’s the samples from the original or the way Thurston Moore kind of locks into the song’s rhythmic pattern, it seems like the band truly loves the song.  Once you get past those odd sounds, the group stays faithful to the original’s arrangement, even preserving the tempo.  It’s like the band took a song they liked, took it apart in order to learn about how it’s built, and used some of their own pieces when putting it back together.  This is how a song sounds like a slower, darker dirge while still maintaining the same tempo and melody as the original.  It’s an impressive feat for any band, yet even more impressive when considering this was a side project.

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TAGGED UNDER: ciccone youth | sonic youth | mike watt | 1988 | enigma records | track analysis | please let me be even partially as cool as SY when I'm their age |
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