Digger – Blocked Up (1998)

Occasionally I consider whether certain pieces of music appeal to me because they are actually meritable, or simply if they appealed to me long ago and future re-listens are simply a form of nostalgia (Wherein the memory appeals to me more than the music itself). I think certain pieces of music are true “classics” regardless of when they were composed or when you first heard them; like Edvard Grieg’s “In the Hall of the Mountain King” (1876) or “Game of Pricks” (1995) by Guided by Voices. But then there are records like “Hello Rockview” by Less Than Jake, or for that matter, the entire genre of ska-punk, wherein I have such fond memories of being a kid and acting like an idiot (being an adult and acting like an idiot is generally frowned upon) that I feel like I just tolerate the music, and certainly never queue it up when there are other human beings around, because Less Than Jake is a good way to make most people sad and irritated. Regardless, although I first heard this Digger track around the same time as LTJ, this one stands the test of time and is just a classic, in that you would not be ashamed if your significant other walked into the pantry and found you listening to this. For starters, there are no Young Life ska/Disney Channel skapunk horns. The chord progressions are logical and taut, even if the musicianship/production is garage punk. The lyrics are badass, kind of Rites of Springy at parts, and the delivery is wild- the vocals across the verses really tie the spastic guitar and drum parts together. In a lot of ways it reminds me of another generally unknown pop punk band, Boxcar, who were based out of New Jersey via mp3.com, which is also how I found them. Just passionate, feel-good shreddery that people who are upwards of 92% similar to me will really enjoy, but not just them, others too. You know what, it’s great BBQ music. I don’t want to hear a 13-minute celestial serenade to the Dark Princess Zarugaunt played with loop stations and a shovel at my BBQ, I want rock n’ roll that helps me digest my burg’. It’s going to be embarassing for everyone to see an old, rapidly decaying Cryptkeeper grammpa who still gets amped on “The Complete Guide to Home Bartending” by Boxcar, but I don’t think I’m going to give much of a shit, everyone who’s alive then can take their iKoranbook profiles and stick ’em in really any location that does not receive direct sunlight. And on that note, Happy 4th of July!!!!!!!!!

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