Remember punk? No, not the loud, angry, political metal studs on tattered denim jackets and patches in unreadable jagged fonts with vaguely aggressive and/or offensive names. I mean pop punk. Remember power chords and catchy sing-along choruses, repeated verses, and a sense of silly detachment from it all...a celebration of the hilarious absurdity of it all...its existence as a genre...a walking contradiction. Well, you should, and if you don't, listening to Jay Reatard's
's Watch Me Fall
(Matador) will definitely jerk your inner power-pop-punker alive in a fit of over-enthused shout a-longs and semi-justified angst at the world. ..Keep Reading..
- Laura Yan