This makes no sense. I got this freaking album (on vinyl) for my dad as a Father’s Day gift last year. Yet, here it is, on the Dad Rock Tuesday list. Weird.
Looking back, though, I guess I never really listened to it. Rocket to Russia faced (and continues to face) the fate of many LPs in the Swole Ear household. We like to look at them, and maybe even play them every now and then, but most of all, we just like to know that we have them. This can be seen through our obsessively large collection of obscure White Stripes rarities and singles. Most of them suck. But damn, they’re cool as hell to us.
Anyway, I found it funny that it took a Dad Rock Tuesday to come around for me to listen to a record that I purchased.
It’s a shame that I held off for this long, too. Rocket to Russia kind of kicks ass.
The only problem is, just like with The Clash, I have no idea what kind of music The Ramones make.
Well, duh, it’s rock. You know how specific I like to get, though.
I mean, a common label attached to these guys and The Clash is “punk,” but after carefully listening to a few legit punk bands recently, I can safely say that Rocket is not punk music. It’s far too soft, and frequently way too happy. Maybe a certain Dave Chops will have some input on this.
Anyway, whatever this lo-fi guitar based music is, it’s fact that it’s really good. Try to not nod your head to Rockaway Beach, I dare you.
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