Against Me! - Miami
#85 on my list of favorite songs ever
This is one is for Kelseymcardle and everyone else who is hating on their new album. I haven’t seen such a visceral reaction to a band’s new record since my own when I heard Incubus’s Make Yourself.
I think most true Against Me! fans are partial to Reinventing Axl Rose, but I love Searching for a Former Clarity. The whole album reminds me of what punk used to be before people started slapping the punk label on bands that were more pop than punk.
I actually heard this album before I heard Axl. Someone loaned me a copy, said I’d like the band. It started off with this song. I was immediately hooked.
I love singing this song. First, he sings in a key I can actually attempt (which may not even be a key at all, it’s more like the sputterings of a guy who smoked six packs of Camels last night. Hey, it works for him and it’s a sound I can manage).
The whole song plays out like it’s part of some deranged Broadway musical where maybe everyone is in a bar or on a ship with pirates and the whole crew sings along and hoists beers in all the right places.
Your gut’s expanding, your hairline’s receding.
The sores are opening and the cancer’s spreading.
And the antibiotics aren’t working,
All the drugs are just strangely sobering.
And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and
they’ve started talking.
Just like Miami!
And it’s got this groove you can’t deny. It makes you want to become part of the song, as if you knew what the hell he was talking about and you’re part of that scene.
The mistakes are obvious, the faults are glaring.
The plane is on fire, the fucking ship is sinking.
And you’re swept away in a hurricane.
You’re buried in the rubble of an earthquake.
major fucking complications!
I like to wave my hands around in the air and look all frenzied as I sing MAJOR FUCKING COMPLICATIONS!
Your mileage may vary.
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