Green Day
Dos!

This album is embarrassingly lackluster. I recently listened to the entire "trilogy," comprising Uno!, Dos!, and Tre!, and I have to admit that this middle chapter actually turns out to be the best of the bunch. This clearly shows the overall level.

But first, let's introduce the album: in 2012, after the awful "21st Century Breakdown," from which I honestly can't salvage anything, Green Day had the brilliant idea to gift their fans not one but three CDs because they had too much, way too much material on their hands. In hindsight, it seems like taking the best from all three and turning it into a single CD would have been the best solution (even if it would have been less lucrative).

And so, in September 2012, "Uno!" hits the shelves, the first part, described by leader Billie Joe as a power pop album that should evoke in the listener a sensation similar to the start of a party. What it actually triggers is a deadly boredom mixed with disgust for this last album so shamelessly commercial and anonymous in its attempt to say everything and end up saying nothing. After the flop, the leader tried to salvage what he could by saying that the best was yet to come with the second chapter. Let's believe him, I thought, and so we get ready to listen to Dos!, which already has a bad start with one of the ugliest covers in music history. But oh well, that's the least.

The album starts with See You Tonight, a decidedly unsuitable intro that recalls Song of the Century from the previous album but with less epicness.

The intro leads us to Fuck Time, a song that calling embarrassing is an understatement. It's unclear where it's headed; it seems like it's taken from the Foxboro Hot Tubs. Let's not even talk about the lyrics, which seem written and sung by the worst Vasco. The lowest point in the band's career.

Stop When the Red Lights Flash is a decent pop-rock piece, nothing special, while with Lazy Bones, there's a glimmer of hope. Probably the best track on the album. Wild One and Makeout Party really have nothing to say; they come and go unnoticed, leading to the single Stray Heart, an unbearable piece specifically designed to reach the top of the charts. If someone had told me the song was sung by Finley, I would have been surprised only by the fact it was in English. This might be the emblem of the album: it's impossible to recognize Green Day, in whatever form we knew them in the past. In comparison, 21st Century Breakdown is a masterpiece.

The following songs all seem similar to each other, impossible to distinguish, but it's worth pausing at Nightlife, the thing (I don't have the courage to call it music) that's the worst I've ever heard not just from Green Day but in general. A tackiness of apocalyptic proportions that makes Fuck Time a masterpiece in comparison. The album ends with an unbearable whine dedicated to the late Amy Winehouse, where Billie Joe and an acoustic guitar take the stage to close a truly terrible album, only better than its companions Uno! and Tre!

At this point, I would like to make an appeal to my friends from Berkeley: stop selling your ** for a few extra bucks and make a good show of retiring, or if you must continue making these obscenities, change your name and don't tarnish the band's name that gave us commendable albums like Dookie and Insomniac. Because that was a band that wanted to entertain and make honest pop rock; those were Green Day. Who are these people? Probably not even they know, but surely not Green Day. Those have been dead for years.