CD Reviews NOFX45 Or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough To Go On Other Records 2002 Fat Wreck Chords www.nofxofficialwebsite.com
Back in 1992 they released an album called White Trash, Two Heebs and a Bean. It was originally called White Trash, Two Kikes and a Spic, until Sandin’s grandmother heard about it. For over ten years they’ve been pumping out short, catchy and tongue-in-cheek music. Unlike the other groups they have toured with, NOFX is often not upbeat or happy sounding. Their lyrics are introspective and range from first amendment rights and poverty to silly ditties about other bands they don’t like and women they do. Their best selling album, 1994’s Punk in Drublic, contained two Jewish oriented songs, Don’t Call Me White and The Brew. The later became something of a Jewish punk anthem. It’s catchy chorus talks about skinheaded Hebrews sporting anti-swastika tattoos and beating up goyim, as long as they’re home for synagogue. Both songs appear on this year’s Split Series in which the band Rancid plays NOFX’s songs and vice versa. Rancid is a great group but their renditions lacking. On the 1997 track All Out of Angst, Burkett sings about a man searching for meaning in his life who laments that he midn as well move to "Pakistan" and "learn the laws of Islam." It could be the lyricist talking about his career. Or perhaps it's about John Walker Lindh, the American Taliban. The new album contains more of the same. As the title indicated, it’s basically just a collection of B-sides, and unreleased tracks.
Zyclone B Bathhouse 45 Or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough To Go On Other Records 2002 Fat Wreck Chords
Zyclone B bathouse Don't Call Me White Punk in Drublic 1994 Epitaph Records The connotations wearing my nerves thin Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in I understand that language breeds stereotype But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite Don't call me White Don't call me White Don't call me White Don't call me White I wasn't brought here I was born Circumcised categorized allegiance sworn Does this mean I have to take such s-- For being fair skinned, no I ain't a part of no conspiracy I'm just you're average Joe Don't call me White Don't call me White Don't call me White Don't call me White Represents everything I hate The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind The vast majority of sheep A buttoned collar starched and bleached Constricting veins the blood flow to the brain slows They're so ordinary White Don't call me White Don't call me White Don't call me White Don't call me White We're better off this way Say what you're gonna say So go ahead and label me An a--hole cause I can Accept responsibility for what I've done But not for who I am The Brews Punk in Drublic 1994 Epitaph Records Friday night we'll be drinking Manischewitz Going out to terrorize goyim Stomping shagitz, screwing shicksas As long as we're home by Saturday mornin' 'cause hey, we're the 'brews Sporting anti-swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the boys Orthodox Hasidic o.g. oi’s Orthopedic Dr. Martin’s Good for waffle making Kicking through the shin Reputation gained through intimidation Pacifism no longer tradition Cause hey we're the 'brews Sporting anti-swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the Brews The Fairfax ghetto boys skinhead Hebrews We got the might Psycho meshuganas We can't lose a fight As we are the chosen ones Chutzpah driven We battle then we feast We celebrate We'll separate our milk plate From our meat Hey we're the Brews Sporting anti-swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the boys Orthodox Hasidic o.g. oi’s All Outta Angst So Long and Thanks for All the Shoes 1997 Epitaph Records I'm not insane I'm not bummed out I got no one to blame Nothing to change I got no evil to fight One thing's for sure I'm all out of angst Society don't bother me And there's something wrong with that So I'm off to Pakistan Learn the laws of Islam Have fundamentalism Forget that rock 'n' roll No cigarette no drink In fact it's difficult to think About getting laid When you don't even get to see her face I'm not insane I'm not insane I'm not liquored up I got nothing to do Nothing to lose I got no place to call home One thing's for sure I'm all out of angst Society don't bother me And there's something wrong with that Next step Mongolia Don't get to golf or bowl with ya Throw out that handicap No stepping out 'til spring In fact it's difficult to sing When it's twenty below And that's during the day I'm not insane |
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