Golf Sucks – Cockroach
Some news is best delivered while wearing a suit and pronouncing words calmly but confidently. Gifts help as well as the occasional “It’ll be alright” or ”I’m very glad to hear that,” depending on the occasion. On the off-chance that you are not very confident about how to deliver these kinds of messages yourself, there’s an entire industry of would-be actors and low-grade politicians who will do it for you in exchange for a few bucks.
Some news is best delivered while shouting at the top of your lungs, rolling on the carpet, and having a complete disregard as to whether you may make a fool of yourself. Some news cannot be delivered subtly or with grace. The time for being polite has expired on some of the news you want to deliver to some of the people who’ve crossed your path and never bothered to clean up all the smudge they left behind them.
There’s nothing subtle about Golf Sucks’ “Cockroach.” There are no efforts to make the bad seem respectable, to paint the musicians as sensible people, or even tough-guy posturing. It sounds like the music made by angry accountants who get together after work and write songs about their bosses while spraying beer over the walls of their rehearsal space. Golf Sucks would like to push someone around, but they do it through song instead.
Mike and the Molotovs – BMW (Break My Windows)
Certain ideas fit certain ages. Nearly every critic tasked with reviewing an Ayn Rand novel ridiculed her writings and ideas. However, nowadays, Rand’s popularity and idea of “do for yourself and don’t do anything for others” have never been more popular. The rich and would-be rich love it. This is a philosophy of power against others.
Well, the others have their own power and are just as determined to use it. And, where people like Rand or, more recently, Jordan Peterson tell people to only think of themselves, the poor and dispossessed always have friends with which to unite. Plus, they have a more powerful message on their side, which is helped in no small part by songs, slogans, and the odd well-thrown brick.
Mike and the Molotovs’s “BMW (Break My Windows)” is not a song about rich people per-se, but against those who will stop at nothing to take from you and give themselves. But it’s all a gag, too, if that makes you feel any better. Mike and the Molotovs make surf-punk in the style of FIDLAR and are just rowdy, unclean and unfit to drive a vehicle in this condition.
