supersoul

Thank goodness you realized it, because put like this, this review is of an astounding carelessness; this is another one who has it in for the hippies, good for only creating AIDS (officially born in 1981, when the summer of love had ended 14 years prior…) That said, I find it embarrassing that esteemed critics are going out of their way to outline the differences between punk and hardcore like precise pharmacists, while nobody has defended rock by stating that DON'T SMOKE, DON'T DRINK, DON'T FUCK is its DENIAL. And the aggravating factor is that this and "OUT of Step" are ROCK albums like we haven’t heard since the days of Chuck Berry. The only excuse for MacKaye and company was that they were pimple-faced kids short on girls and without money to get high. It’s a case of those who scorn wanting to buy. The fact remains that as soon as they hit their twenties and following the dissolution called by monk MacKaye, the other members turned to drinking and chasing girls, such as Brian Baker who, after Dag Nasty, went on to become the guitarist in a street metal band like Junkyard, obsessed with girls and getting high (and I don’t think the band’s name needs any explanation).