Revisiting something I felt I looked over previously. A lot of my fellow beardpunks adore this record, so I feel like I've missed something here.
Direct Hit! - Brainless God (2013)
Niche: Pop Punk, Punk Rock, Melodic Hardcore
Location: Madison, Wisconsin, United States
Fun. What can be said about fun and the having of it? Can fun be described? Can fun be shown or displayed by art? Maybe so, but certainly it can be relayed sonically. From the start to the very end, this record is just a blast. I recall memories of being in sweaty crowds watching small bands with the members spread out among the audience moshing along with us, underage drinking in people's houses, running down the streets of downtown acting like a retard. The sort of self and society deprecating, yet life-affirming lyrics and sound of pop punk are what draws me so much to the genre. It's painfully direct when it needs to be about subjects, yet reeks of immaturity and endless party.
More than anything, this record just begs me to get up and
do something. It urges me to get the **** out of my dingy bedroom and out doing things. It wants to be a leading hand out to life, it wants me to enjoy every moment I'm given and love life.
But there's a certain appeal and aesthetic to doing nothing too I spose. Wish my best friend actually wanted to hang out with me.
7/10