The Facebook updates of a hung-over millennial kid
Hey remember the 90’s when everything was better and we had AOL Instant messenger and you can put away messages of your favorite LFO song. And the 90’s were the best because POGS and Sock ‘em Boppers and Saturday morning cartoons and Michael Jordan and Cookie Crisp and JNCO jeans and Airwalks with flames on them. But then the 90’s kid grows up and resents his family because they only had dial up internet and they get a virus because they downloaded a corrupted Bone Thugs ‘N Harmony mp3. They started to resent the previous generation and wanted to rebel and do everything themselves but didn’t want to work for it. So they made sure to ask mom and dad for a $20 quick before they snuck over to their friend’s house to drink warm Coors Light and play Halo.
But when the hangover hits the next morning, the looming feelings of loneliness and attachment issues, that run rampant in my humble generation, start to sink back in.
Leave it up to Fidlar (F*** it Dog, Life’s a Risk as they are also known as), to showcase just exactly what I mean with their newest effort “Too”. Fidlar found decent success in their self-titled album in 2013. An album that had skate punk mixed with beach rock influences, which was a lot of fun, and teeming with loads of attitude. It was a perfect soundtrack to summer highway nights, being young, drinking beers, smoking cigarettes on a front porch, kissing cute girls. It was vibrant, punctual, and raw. All good characteristics to have in a punk rock album, and it had just enough approachability to be liked by any music kid.
But then the hangover hits. The party was over and you still had to pay rent the next day and the toilet still ran and you had 5 bucks in your bank account because you quit your grocery store job just because you hated it. Life kicks you again in the teeth and so you tweet about it or put your crazy party story from the night before on Facebook and feel better because it got 40 likes.
The second album blues, the sophomore slump, runs rampant and all Fidlar has left to talk about after their party of a first album, is just the ramblings of the spoiled, whiney, entitled kid who doesn’t want to work but just wants to drink all day. (40 oz. on Repeat) Or gets in fights with his girlfriend about his drinking problem (Sober), or gets drunk and makes bad decisions (Stupid Decisions). The middle of which (Sober), however the most experimental track, might be the album’s lowest point. It is the epitome of the point I am trying to make with, listen and you be the judge:
The album has a few redeeming gems that do make this album enjoyable, and mostly the tracks that could be song’s off their previous effort. Songs like “Punks” is super charged with an infectious guitar hook, and the vocals are shouted and raw. “West Coast” is also another redeeming track, full of beach vibes and a floating chorus. Both of these tracks also shy away from the self-absorbed, “no one understands me” mentality of most of the other lyrics.
After multiple listens maybe Fidlar is pulling a joke on everyone, maybe making an extreme gesture at how self-obsessed our generation is. For their sake I hope so. Or maybe that’s giving them too much credit. I’ll leave you with some lyrics from the album that entirely prove everything:
“Today I lost the best shitty job I ever had
Tomorrow I start working for my dad”
- Stupid Decisions
by Andy Wilcox (@wilco204)