This is a guest post by Chase Clymer from our favorite easycore band CITY LIGHTS. You can follow him on Twitter @chaseclymer and all spelling/grammar errors are his (don’t blame him, he grew up in the ghetto [srs]) – Sgt D
Being in a band that only Sergeant D and like 8 other people like makes it pretty hard for me to live off the fat ass royalty checks I definitely do not get. Seriously, you spend more money being in a touring band than you make from a touring band unless your like headlining something sweet. I’ll probably write a post about that sometime for you turds. Anyways, to make money I do a lot of freelance design and photo work to support my early onset alcoholism and addiction to fast food. Today I got an email to design the tour poster for some Canadian scene champions that like to fist pump and not give a fuck and I accepted the gig. On this tour was some band I’d never heard of until today. They go by the moniker “SKIP THE FOREPLAY“.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I was in for a treat. First of all their logo looked like a sweet Hit The Lights rip off so I was like, tight, something pop punk. I’ll probably like this. Lemme put this on my Spotify device and hear da jams.
This girl loves Skip The Foreplay so much she fingerblasted herself all over their album cover.
I click on their most recent release ‘Nightlife’ because I hate demos. They annoy me and I wanted to hear something polished. I also skip the intro song becauses lets face it, all intro songs are stupid and the same. LETS BUILD UP HYPE FOR THE NEXT SONG WHICH IS PROBABLY THE SINGLE.
The first song I ever listened to by these Canadian music defilers was entitled ‘DJ’. It starts out with some BA guitar riffage that isn’t pop punk but I’m intrigued so I continue listening. It all went downhill from there. These Canucks incorporate pretty much everything I hate about scene music into album so if they have a sophomore effort I’ll probably swallow some bleach or sumthin.
Overall it’s not for me, but I can see why kids love this stuff. It talks about sex, drugs, and alcohol and every 16 year old thinks sneaking their one of their moms menthols is hardcore and makes them awesome. Top that off with a smirnoff ice and they are totally the coolest kid on the block.
I didn’t hate it all though. The guitars were super sweet at parts, especially the 80s gnar metal bullshit they threw in randomly. Whoever produced this album had some skill too. He made them sound like Akon and shit when they wanted to get all club jammy. Whoever plays their iPod live must have some skill.
Final Thoughts: I’m pretty much just jelly their on warped tour and Epitaph Records and I’m not. They must be doing something right. I’ll talk to my band about adding in rap/rock parts and autotune.