It is almost impossible to objectively review a Green Day record in the year 2012. There are segments of the fan base that have never really forgiven Billie Joe, Mike and Tre for moving on from pop-punk to overblown rock operas (with 2004’s American Idiot and 2009’s 21st Century Breakdown). There’s also a segment of fans that felt like Green Day really hit its stride when they moved on from silly songs about masturbation / drugs and love the political posturing of recent years. The release of not 1, not 2, but 3 records over the next 4 months will prove to be one of the most ambitious projects ever taken on by a mainstream artist (certain indie artists still release 3 or 4 records a year. Really – they do). Despite any mainstream vs. punk, silly hipster / true punk arguments – I love Green Day. There, I said it. I’m a huge Green Day fan.
Part 29 of a series that will run every Friday throughout 2012 as I discuss records that have affected me throughout the years – Flashback Fridays
Before I delve into the finer points of the 1992 debut album by Rage Against the Machine, I need to get something out-of-the-way. The word “fuck”. It is essential to this record in the way it is sung, rapped, and shouted and there is no way to honestly talk about this album without liberal use of the word. In other words – if this bothers you, feel free to join me next week (or catch my Green Day review that goes live later this weekend). For the rest of us, let’s talk about it. The word “fuck” as used in today’s context first originated in / or about the year 1475. It’s evolved over the years to incorporate sexual intercourse (“fuck”), an insult or expression of rage (“motherfucker”), or even to indicate a bad business deal (“that motherfucker fucked me”). Now that we got that out-of-the-way, let’s carry on, shall we?