Label: 2 Jake Records
Crashdog always seemed to play outside the playground, apart from
the other young bands around since the turn of the decade. For one
thing, they were basically the lone bearers of the punk torch until The
Crucified (and then Tooth & Nail) came along. Now we've got a
whole schoolyard of punk kids making a ruckus. And Crashdog still
romps alone on the edge of things, maintaining their late 80s old school
hardcore/punk sound as one of the most authentic, true-to-their-roots bands
out there--they've even dropped back into DIY ("do it yourself") mode by
putting this record out themselves, in the tradition of their elders.
Don't look for the clean, tight production of 90s pop punk here, mister.
With their serious emphasis on social and political issues, roughshod production
values, and scrappy, sloppy, slam-spawning songs, they fit right in with
Minor Threat, Slapshot, Sick of it All, Black Flag, Murphy's Law...all
those ruffians from the 80s scene (some still around today).
Yet this is easily my least favorite Crashdog record on a musical
level, lacking the distinctive songs of the first three albums and coming
across a little more rushed than the last one. To be sure, there
are good rhythms here that keep my head bouncing, and the lyrics are intelligent,
original, and convicting (just the way I like 'em!), but it all blurs together
when I play the album. I might sit down and read the lyric sheet
every once in a while, but when I feel like stomping I'll be grabbing some
of their older stuff.
By Josh Spencer