Okay, so let’s face it. Pop-punk is a dying breed, washed up amongst a whiny mess of watered down and awful teenage “poetry”. However, for every hundred of those radio friendly boy bands, there is one pop-fucking-punk band who remind us why we love this genre. The Fake Boys are most definitely the latter. Fast, angry and aggressive they play 90’s style punk rock with mind blowing melodies that will suck you in and hook you right along.
I had the pleasure of spending some time with band members Jim Domenici (Vocals, Guitar) and Ryan Fisher (Drums) after their set with Off With Their Heads last month. They had played one Fake Boys song during the set, and I was impressed to say the least. So when they handed me a copy of their newest LP, “This Is Where Our Songs Live”, I was excited to get home and listen to it. What I didn’t realize is that it would be ALL I would listen to for the next 3 days.
The vocals are so sincere, very reminiscent of the urgency found in that of bands like Samiam and Jawbreaker, with clever and catchy lyrics that will have you singing along within a few listens. The unique vocal melodies aren’t afraid to diverge from the melodies set up by the rest of the instruments on the track – very reminiscent of The Smoking Popes.
Folks, this is how pop-punk should sound and is honestly one of the finest albums I have heard in a very long time. Nothing about this record is traditional. It is so fresh and new, and just what we needed to breathe some air into a dying scene. So grab your skateboard and this album, bomb some hills, and forget your broken heart.
You can stream The Fake Boys’ entire discography at their Band Camp page.
This review comes courtesy of Noise & Dissonance, a blog and distro run by DS writer aaronx.
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