Dillinger Four - Situationist Comedy.
I ain’t gonna bullshit you. If that was the plan, this package would come with a cigarette, a match, and a long straw so you could blow smoke up your own ass.
Dillinger Four – no scene can straightjacket them. No “core” can completely holster their sound. No genre can lock ‘em. If you’ve got ears, it doesn’t take much more than a simian brain to realize that D4 have taken that putty-filled term, “punk rock,” stretched it beyond its primitive beginnings, and continue to make it snap and bounce in ways it never has.
Hold on, mister. You say they’re progressive? Kinda like ELO or Mott the Hoople? No. Here are some secrets. Folks who say it’s all been said before; well they’re fucking wrong. There are folks who say that punk’s over played, that it’s lost its utility. I posit this: has our culture ever been more mall-ified? Have SUVs secretly alleviated the suffering of growing up in America? No, to all that. That scratchy feeling that punk can give when it’s under your skin, imagine it as a string that’s dangling at the back of your throat. What would happen if it was really a lit fuse? You get music you explode with in the present tense.
The cage has been built. It’s not enough to just rattle it. That’s for pansies. Enter four Midwesterners. Load them up with stereophonic dynamite, the loud poetry of revolt imbedded in hook-filled punishment. What’s the result? They take a musical cul-de-sac and make a freeway right to your headphones, your stereo, and if all goes right, to your fists, head, and heart.
WWD4D? And what the hell do they mean by "situationist comedy" anyway? Well, the joke's on you if you think this record is anything short of brilliant. Adorable little girls, firearms, primates, and sonic terrorism...genius!.
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Noble Stabbings!!
A Floater Left With Pleasure In The Executive Washroom
Fuzzy Pink Hand-Cuffs
The Father, The Son, And The Homosexual/Single Parent
Sell The House Sell The Car Sell The Kids Find Someone Else...
Folk Song
Fired-Side Chat
I Was Born On A Pirate Ship! (Hold Your Tongue)
D4=Putting The "F" Back In "Art"
All Rise For The Rational Anthem
Labour Issues In The Toy Department
File Under "Adult Urban Contemporary"
New Punk Fashions For The Spring Formal

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