2007-07-12
Respect for one’s elders seems to be a universally accepted code of conduct. A code that Tim Armstrong (Rancid, The Transplants,etc.) seems to know quite well, in fact. Channelling the reggae/dub dabblings of Sandinista-era Clash, Armstrong offers what appears, on the surface, to be a reletively light hearted romp through his world, with a persistent oh-so-unmistakable reggae backbeat persisting. However, for those who catch the lyrics, the light-heartedness is often scant, as Mr. Armstrong seems to favor projecting a more realist view of our world’s current rat’s nest of a social situation. Musically and lyrically, respect for his elders.
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JASON MRAZ
We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things.
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