When: Mon., Aug. 17, 3 p.m. 2015
Moved from Aragon Ballroom. When I was 13 years old, I’d often invoke the snotty lyrics of poppy skate-punk band NOFX in arguments with my friends and parents. As embarrassed as I am to have thought NOFX lyrics would make for useful secondary sources in a debate, I still have good memories of the band’s 80s and 90s material. (I actually checked out right after 1999’s The Decline, an 18-minute one-song EP that set me off on a path to Pink Floyd, the Dead, and every other band that wrote tracks exceeding seven minutes in length.) Regardless, I was surprised to discover just how much I disliked the group’s most recent studio-recorded LP, 2012’s Self/Entitled (Fat Wreck Chords), which shows no change in NOFX’s musical direction and has none of the melodic inventiveness or sharp humor of their finest albums, 1991’s Ribbed and 1994’s Punk in Drublic. Granted, I’m not 13 years old anymore, but Fat Mike is 48, which only makes his mind-set that much more bizarre—the style got old for me pretty quickly, so surely he must be tired of playing it. He recently cowrote a rock musical called Home Sweet Home—not great, but better and more inspired than Self/Entitled—which suggests to me that NOFX’s time may soon be coming to an end.
Price: sold out