Tomorrow, the long awaited Presidents of the United States of America release, These are the Good Times People, will hit stores. Dr. Manhattan's self-titled Victory Records debut comes out. Saosin's Come Close will be purchased in mass consumption. Hell, even Snoop Dogg is dropping a new record.
But sometimes the past comes back to haunt and triumph, and part of my paltry paycheck will be going towards the re-release of Alkaline Trio's timeless freshman full-length, Goddamnit.
Goddamnit Redux is exactly what I don't need right now as I go about my daily task of sifting through the good and the bad of new music. It's not because I recently posted about Alkaline Trio. It's not because I've heard the album more times than I've over-drafted my bank account. It's because I'm going to grab the album tomorrow, and I'm going to spend the majority of the next month listening to it over and over again when I should be keeping myself plugged into what's new in the scene.
You can listen to an album so many times that you won't even think about it for four months. I've done it before on numerous occasions. But you can't kill the beast that is Goddamnit. The album has it's own friggin' Myspace page, for shit's sake.
As I listen to the album tomorrow, I'll think about the days when dual vocals dominated Alkaline Trio's sound, when Matt Skiba's vocals screeched on high notes and Dan Andriano was actually sad about love. When Dan Andriano hoped he bought you roses. He hoped he bought you roses.
Back in those days, Matt Skiba could sing you to sleep, a sleep you'd never wake from. Matt Skiba would sing you to coma, so to speak.
Even without the release of Redux, I've lately found myself enjoying the raw production of Alk3's classic, the emotional prowess that conducts the lyrics to the tip of the listener's tongue, the often out-of-tune guitars (which, really, amplify the effects of the music). Now, it'll be interesting to see if our advanced technology will be able to suck the charm out of the album.
Poppycock. I don't know if it will be better, but there's certainly nothing you can do to take the classic out of Goddamnit.
If you hit a music store tomorrow (independent, of course), make sure to bring a credit card. You might go to pick up the new PUSA and Dr. Manhattan albums; you might glance at the Saosin album and scoff, wondering what you were thinking; hell, you might even grab Snoop Dogg and put it below the other two albums so no one sees that you have it. But the only album I can guarantee without-a-doubt to be your best buy is Alkaline Trio's Goddamnit Redux.
I think Alkaline Trio should pay me for plugging them so shamelessly. Oh yeah, there's also some sweet live footage thrown into the package.
"I'll sing you to sleep, a sleep you'll never wake from / sing you to coma, so to speak."
- Matt Skiba, "My Little Needles"