ARRIVALS, THE Volatile Molotov LP
Modern intelligence ain’t really much to write home about. The sad thing is that it doesn’t take much to NOT be a total dumbshit in this climate. I think, more than I probably should, to myself, “Why aren’t the Arrivals the biggest band in the world?!” They write some of the greatest songs with some of the best hooks ever. The lyrics to these masterpieces are, gulp, er, actually intelligent. Not just exclusively book intelligent, and not just street smarts neither. I guess something vital and relevant for and by 30-something punks that can translate and inspire anyone at any age. And I’m not talking about “Rectospective granulator cosmopheric ramulator” shit, but stuff we can all understand like THE LAST TESTAMENT’s “You may anticipate the end with great devotion You may worship and defend a source to every motion.” It gives me goosebumps because I know what Isaac Thotz is talking about and the hook is easily appetizing. What I’m saying here is that I don’t need to be pumped up with watered down political sloganeering for 12 year old’s. Volatile Molotov includes paranoia, desperation, and even some humor. Three great ingredients for an album.
If anyone is listening, I wanna be buried with a copy of this album! Black vinyl copy will be just fine. So it could be that we don’t know how to sell records or people are just too stupid. Or maybe both. Should we tell 'em to just dumb it down? It’s not like they are unaware of the fact that rock 'n' roll, itself, is a dumb thing to be involved in. They could get career type jobs and move on. They collectively and individually have done some dumb stuff. And like the Beatles did with Ringo, they even let Ronnie sing!
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