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Reel Big Fish – Life Sucks…Let’s Dance!

REEL BIG FISH
Life Sucks…Let’s Dance!
Rock Ridge Music

Life Sucks…Let’s Dance! is the latest release from the everlasting Orange County ska-punk band Reel Big Fish.  It’s their first full-length studio release since 2012’s Candy Coated Fury. What has the band been doing during those six years between records? They released Happy Skalidays (a six-song holiday EP in 2014), and they toured…and toured…and toured a little more. Reel Big Fish averages over 250 live shows a year spanning the globe, so it’s easy to forgive them for taking extra time to put out another record. No fear, Life Sucks…Let’s Dance! is well worth the wait.

The entire album sounds more like classic Reel Big Fish than previous efforts, and that’s no more evident than with the title track which opens things up. “Life Sucks; Let’s Dance” sounds like it could have been pulled straight from the pre-Jive Records era Reel Big Fish. With its bouncing horns and cheerfully depressing lyrics, “Life Sucks; Let’s Dance” sets the tone for a fantastic record.

The first single for the record, “You Can’t Have All Of Me,” tells the tale of a man trying to save a bit of life for himself amongst the demands and responsibilities of everyone around him. It is a solid offering and a great taste of the sound of the rest of the record.

Life Sucks…Let’s Dance! has all the staples for a Reel Big Fish record that fans have come to expect. Want a sappy love song? Try “In Love Again.” Need a song with a higher alcohol percentage? “Another Beer Song” is for you. Reel Big Fish even threw in a couple of covers for the die-hards with re-recordings of two Forces of Evil songs: “Ska Show” and “The Good Old Days.” The band closes out the record with a surprisingly laid-back instrumental about lead singer Aaron Barrett’s dog called “Walter’s Highlife.” Incidentally, Walter has his own Instagram account 

Reel Big Fish Life Sucks Lets Dance
Life Sucks…Let’s Dance!

I’ve been a fan of Reel Big Fish since 1996 when my friend Dave played their Teen Beef split 7” with Goldfinger. 22 years, 9 studio records, a live recording, 4 EPs, and a slew of compilations later, Reel Big Fish has cemented their legacy as the ambassadors of ska. 2018 has been an excellent year for ska, and Reel Big Fish has ensured the year ended on a 2-tone beat with Life Sucks…Let’s Dance!

You can buy the new record here or on iTunes.  The band starts touring, again, in January 2019.

Featured image by: JodieCunningham

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Fuck Releases The Band, Their First New Album in 10 Years

A personal life rule of mine: Never date a girl that’s heard fuck before. Fuck is what I bring to a relationship. They are my gift. My contribution to love. Introducing potential mates to Those are Not My Bongos, or now The Band, is my gift to each and every girl I’ve let down. Look, I know I’m bound to screw up the relationship eventually. However, I can always rest assured, that 5 years later when she thinks back to what an asshole I was, she’ll probably be listening to fuck. It’s my only positive contribution to most of my relationships.

To say I’m an aficionado of fuck is falling short of the target. I’ve made personal life rules based on their discography for christ’s sake. Which is weird, because I was late to the party. I didn’t listen to my first fuck album, Those Are Not My Bongos, until 2005, a year or two after it was released. That was also their last album. I’ve had a full decade (and change) to digest a half dozen albums, rearrange my best bands of the ’90s list, and wish I could have seen them live.

I’ve been told several versions of what happened at the last show in Cleveland at the Beachland. Before they played in the Tavern, they had everyone walk over to the Ballroom. There, depending on the version of the story you hear, they either performed a puppet show, or one of the members caterpillar crawled, in a sleeping bag, across the Ballroom stage. I like to imagine both happened—simultaneously. I missed it all. So really, this is my first brand new fuck album, and it’s a perfect place for anyone to start.

Timothy Prudhomme, Geoff Soule, Kyle Statham, Theodore Ellison

The Band, coming 6/22 on Vampire Blues, starts off with a noisy instrumental rocker. The song is punctuated with a knock knock joke. Spoiler alert: the song title is the punchline. Grammar humor is the best. I’m already hooked. Facehole is classic fuck. Laid back, quirked out lyrics. They excel at clever arrangements and layering off kilter melodies. Their back catalog is filled with fragile songs, all feeling dangerously close to falling apart, but with a force of will that propels them confidently forward. This dichotomy (fancy word time) is what I find so seductive about their music. The Band is no different. It Girl dissolves and re-coalesces around the bass. Cream Pie Patch is the dreamy fuck of the ’90s, resurrected and better than ever. The video for the lead single, Leave My Body, was released last month, and on the album it’s nestled in the middle. It’s the bellweather track of this album. If you’re down with it you might as well just buy the album. Thirsty Gnome is definitely from a band that puts on puppet shows while inch worming across a stage. The album mellows and fades out. If the opener, To Whom, is when the person with the bourbon shows up to the party, the closer, Tell Me No, is 4:30am and you lost your pants hours ago.

The Band is most definitely fuck. Not in a rehashing well-tread territory way, though. It’s comfortingly fuck. It also showcases a band that has clearly grown in 10 years. They thread the needle of releasing an interesting, pretty, and relevant album after a 10 year hiatus. If it’s not their most consistent album, it’s at least one of them. Maybe we’ll get a tour. Maybe even another album. I’m not really worried about that, because The Band can sustain us for another decade.

Timothy Prudhomme, Geoff Soule, Kyle Statham, Theodore Ellison
photo by Jamie Harmon

It just occurred to me that someone from fuck might be reading this. I potentially have the opportunity to speak directly to some of my musical heroes. I guess I’d have to say sorry. Sorry for that one time a band I was in opened for fuck member Geoff Soule’s band Sad Horse. I drunkenly decided to do a fuck cover. One that our fill-in drummer had never heard. It did not go well. Even with, or perhaps because of, the booze and drugs. Yeah, man. I’m sorry.

Timothy Prudhomme, Geoff Soule, Kyle Statham, Theodore Ellison
Fuck: The Band — Timothy Prudhomme, Geoff Soule, Kyle Statham, Theodore Ellison
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