As I have stated again and again I’m a sucker for everything Punk. From the good old days of drinking beer and listening to teenage-angsty songs by Blink 182, The Ataris or Millencollin to the times when I fancied myself a real political activist, just because I listened to Bad Religion. Today, I’ve developed the kind of healthy cynicism that prevents me from thinking that music could really change anything substantial – but retained enough of my romantic side to appreciate a good soundtrack to the mess that is everyones life.
For the past few days I reconnected with my love for punk, and as a result this became the soundtrack of the mess that is my life. Future of the Left have everything: the energy, the grit, the pseudo-political lyrics you almost want to start a riot to or at least chide someone for selling out. I haven’t had this much fun with a band since I discovered McLusky all those years ago (which would be a post all by itself). So please, if you’re into this stuff, do sit down, or jump around, smash a shopwindow or two or just nod your head politely to the beat, and have fun with “Sheena Is A T-Shirt Salesman”. You can thank me later.