The other day I was about to sell this album.
I took it to my record dealer to leave it on consignment along with a couple of other albums, and he looks and stops for a second at the cover with the words "Teen Idols" smiles and says: "Ah! Brilliant!".
I look at him for a moment and make sure he's in good health. I look at my girlfriend who responds to my gaze with a "boh!". Then I look back at the manager of Joy Records and reply... "it depends." "Yes, of course, if you appreciate it, obviously," he replies.
After this highly cultural discussion, I leave the shop disturbed: usually, the bands he likes, I like too. I return a couple of days later and ask for the CD back to listen to it again.
And my opinion doesn't change: it is certainly not a great album. 14 pop-punk songs heavily inspired by the Ramones. The first adjective that comes to mind when listening to them is "fun". And probably that's the band's purpose: to be fun. The tracks flow nicely, but they don't stick, they don't get into your head. The player stops, and nothing remains of this album.
Maybe only a couple of tracks are saved from the overall flatness: "Porno Shop" and "Peanut Butter Girl" (with two catchy choruses that stick in your head even 10 minutes after listening).
2 out of 14 are, however, very few to save the entire album.
Johnny has a dream to make the sceen
Where all he has to do is make girls scream
Unbuckling his belt will surely make them melt
Turning butter into cream
For now, he's an unknown who's content to take orders
Stocking magazines, turning fives into quaters
Soon he'll make them see that he's got what it takes
When they get a look at his 14 inch snake
He's got a job in a porno shop, where he mops up for free
Oh, it may suck now, but he knows somehow
He'll see his face on a T.V. screen
Alarm clock starts the day
I rub my eyes and try to delay
The painful crawl from my bed into the hall
Scratchin' my head
Eyes are all red
Feet are like lead
Like the walking dead
My hatred is fed as a girl with rosey cheeks just said
Good morning what a lovely day
The sun is shining down in golden rays
You're a very special person in your special way
How nice it's to see you everything's ok
My remote turns off the tube
I cuss out loud thend go to find some food
Somewhere cheap and fast, just like my life
At the restaurant
Ask what you want
They're missing some teeth
And they're underneath
The standard of scum but still they bring your food and say
Good morning what a lovely day
The sun is shining down in golden rays
You're a very special person in your special way
How nice it's to see you everything's ok
Get to my job
Get bullied by slobs
Take orders from knobs
Who work for the mob
While I'm getting robed I'll force a smile and try to say
Good morning what a lovely day
The sun is shining down in golden rays
You're a very special person in your special way
How nice it's to see you everything's ok