Punk Band Suddenly Art Rock After Receiving First Trust Fund Payment

PORTSMOUTH, N.H. – Sibling members of local DIY punk band Reserve recently changed their musical style and image after discovering they are the beneficiaries of a family trust, jealous sources confirmed.

“We’ve really matured lately,” said vocalist, drummer, and eldest brother Anders Albrecht. “It’s pretty crazy to think that only days ago when we were poor, our music was so utterly unrefined, full of anger, and raw. This week we’ve started to explore longer songs, odd tempos, and multiple movements. It’s just hard to convey real emotion in ninety seconds of angry, thrashing punk music. The real game-changer was quitting our jobs, which freed up tons of time for rehearsing and buying new gear. I think we’ll build a home studio next. Truly amazing what a little financial stability can do for the evolution of the group.”

Adam Pelagia, a longtime fan of the group, noted that the brothers have even begun to explore new venues to better suit their sudden change in style and direction.

“I’ve seen these guys play a million basements, but last week they did a house party way up in the hills. Good set, but the crowd was real stiff and I didn’t see anyone else in Docs,” Pelagia said while double-fisting a PBR and an American Spirit. “Must have been a new spot, because no one had put stickers up in the bathrooms yet. Kind of got the vibe that everyone there not only started art school, but finished it, too. I was surprised the band finally ditched their duct-taped guitar straps and trash can cymbals, but the projector playing ‘Requiem for a Dream’ really threw me. Plus, their bassist ‘Skunk’ who is known to launch snot rockets mid-set actually pulled out a monogrammed silk handkerchief at one point.”

Reserve’s newly-hired manager Rich Neebly believes the the band’s evolution is positive..

“They say money can’t buy happiness, but it can definitely help you outbid other artists for a tour. We’re officially doing six weeks in Europe this summer, followed by a month-long stay at Coco Chanel’s former hotel suite in Paris to start writing the next record. And to top it off, instead of selling lame t-shirts, we’re actually going to auction off NFTs during the show so the most committed fans can flex their one-of-one digital artwork in the metaverse. Nothing says ‘real fan’ quite like a blockchain record of how much you paid for a .JPEG.”

At press time, the group had left town to attend “a thing on a boat” and could not be reached for further comment.

We Listened to American Football Track-by-Track So You Don’t Have to Get All Depressed Too

In the annals of sad white Midwestern guys with guitars, American Football stands tall. The iconic emo rock group (originally consisting of singer, guitarist, and bassist Mike Kinsella, guitarist Steve Holmes, and drummer and trumpeter Steve Lamos) produced one self-titled album (plus an EP, also self-titled) in 1999 and then called it quits for decades. Then they reformed to critical acclaim and continue to make us feel really bummed out, but in a weird, satisfying way, which we can’t thank them enough for. We just got a refill of antidepressants, so we’re willing to take one for the team and go through “American Football” track by track and save you the sadness.

“Never Meant”

The song that inspired a thousand rounds of morose day-drinking, “Never Meant” kicks off with what sounds like a band fucking around in rehearsal, which is really not too far off from the truth. But then Lamos delivers a quick drum fill, ringing, clear-toned guitars join in, and then Kinsella’s nasal, strained voice delivers a body blow with “Let’s just forget everything said/ And everything we did.” There could not be a better mission statement for American Football (both the band and the album) than the murmuration of those guitars and Kinsella’s distant voice muttering “​​There were some things that were said that weren’t meant” over and over again until we’re crying. That’s just track one, motherfuckers.

“The Summer Ends”

Next up, “The Summer Ends” is pretty self-evidently a song about breaking up with your college girlfriend and trying to act like it’s no big deal, but that doesn’t mean this shit still doesn’t burn to the core. Lamos’s brightly melancholy trumpet weaves in and out of the guitars, giving a thousand emo nerds a chance to talk about jazz-rock, until it drops out and the six-strings retreat to let the singer mumble about his romantic confusion over a minimal drum beat. Fun fact: this is the only song on the album to use standard tuning, because math-rock nerds are gonna math-rock.

“Honestly?”

Look, we’ll level with you: it’s pretty hard to argue that “Honestly I can’t remember teen dreams/ All my teenage feelings and the meanings” aren’t the single greatest lyrics in all of emo history and if someone wants to, we’ll be right outside with a roll of quarters in a sock. Kinsella was pretty far from the noise of Cap’n Jazz with American Football, but “Honestly?” is the closest the album comes to favoring aggression over sadness, which is probably why we’re getting a little riled up.

“For Sure”

The trumpet’s back, peeking over a simple, Neil Young-like guitar line, until Kinsella’s voice arrives. This time around, he’s singing at the top of his register and occasionally responding to himself and all his doubts about what it means to have feelings about stuff and things. Reportedly, he used lyrics that he had written in a journal years before “American Football” was recorded, which just kind of shows he’s always been a beautiful bummer of a guy.

“You Know I Should Be Leaving Soon”

It’s an instrumental, thank god. We needed a break.

“But the Regrets Are Killing Me”

“American Football” is pretty close to a perfect album, but it’s fair to say that this track doesn’t really do anything the other songs don’t. It’s not that it doesn’t pierce our hearts and make us weep for our lost youth, but it doesn’t stand above the pack in any particular way.

“I’ll See You When We’re Both Not So Emotional”

It is entirely possible that “I’ll See You When We’re Both Not So Emotional” is the most emo song title that any band has ever come up with, and that is a very competitive field. Apparently, the songs were given titles basically to wrap up work on the album artwork (featuring the spooky house of a friend of a friend), with all but the instrumentals just using the last lyrics of a track as names. If there’s a spiteful core of the album, it’s this one, which pretty convincingly turns “You may accidentally/ Misinterpret honesty/ For selfishness” into either lacerating self-contempt or the bitch line of the year.

“Stay Home”

The beast of “American Football,” “Stay Home” is over eight minutes long and almost all of its lyrics are “But that’s life, it’s so social.” For all of the impending-autumn melancholy of the album as a piece, the melody of this one is likely the most oddly uplifting of them all. We won’t say it’s a ray of light or anything, but if there’s a part of “American Football” that can convince you that such a thing as closure exists and maybe you’ll be able to move on from a breakup, it’s this one.

“The One with the Wurlitzer”

We won’t lie: it’s a baller move to end an album with an instrumental track and a throwaway title like this one. Nice piano melody, the trumpet takes us out, and we have to go call our ex, just to hear their voicemail. Thanks, American Football.

Portrait of Paul Rudd in Attic Also Weirdly Young-Looking

RHINEBECK, N.Y. — A portrait found in the attic of a well-appointed, upstate mansion owned by actor Paul Rudd hangs an eerie oil painting of the actor that also looks oddly ageless, jealous Hollywood sources confirmed.

“He guards it most ferociously,” said Enya Calhoun, Rudd’s housekeeper of the last two decades. “First it was only a heavy lock, but later he barred the doors and windows with iron bars, and he keeps the key forever on his person. I’ve offered to go in there to dust, but he always says he’ll do it. It kind of creeps me out.”

Rudd’s wife, Julie Yaeger, confirmed that dire suspicion led her to seize the key and uncover the room’s fell secrets.

“Behind the door, I found a dusty chamber. A heavy embossed leather screen was set before a frame, and that frame was covered in a gold-embroidered purple Venetian beach towel—which I’m pretty sure Paul got as a wrap gift when he was shooting ‘I Love You, Man,’” said Yaeger. “Anyways, I flung the heavy cloth aside and gasped as I looked in terror upon a pretty good painting of Paul. It was cute, and I was immediately confused about why he was keeping it in the attic. I thought it might be a gift for me, but he acted so weird when I told him I had looked at it. He’s owned the shirt he’s wearing in the painting since middle school.”

Rudd confirmed that the portrait was his greatest most shameful secret.

“So you think I am mad? Is this what you wanted? To look upon this face, to see the truth etched in these lines? It is in this portrait that my sins have been written, instead of my own face,” a frantic Rudd explained. “Whoops, that’s a mirror, actually. I meant to point to the painting. They’re super hard to tell apart. Wait. Which one is the mirror and which one is the painting?”

At press time, Rudd and his wife continued to argue about whether he’d had the painting done fifteen years ago, or last week.

You’re Not Accepting Patients? Say No More, That Was the Excuse I Need to Not See a Doctor for Another Ten Years

Hello, I’m calling for Dr. Preston Cornthwaite. Yes, my friend Steve referred me. I wanted to make an appointment. I’m sorry, can you say that again? Oh, he’s fully booked and you’re not accepting new patients at this time? Well, it’s been wonderful talking to you and I hope you have a nice day. I’m going to hang up now and not seek medical guidance for another decade.

What did you say? You actually have some availability with another doctor in the office. What is this doctor’s name exactly? Sure, that sounds wonderful, but it probably makes sense for me to look up this Dr. Gramble, read some reviews, and get back to you on that. I don’t want to rush into anything when it comes to the healthcare I’ve routinely avoided.

No, really, I don’t think there is any harm in taking a little bit of time to do my own research. Honestly, the lump isn’t even that big. If I wear a turtleneck, I’d say it looks way more like a golf ball than a tennis ball. It took at least five years to get to this size. How bad could another month or six be?

So now you’re insisting that I come in? I mean, when we first spoke a few moments ago, you said you aren’t even taking any new patients. Oh, Dr. Cornthwaite is retiring? And you’re saying my friend Steve actually sees Dr. Gramble now? And loves him? No, no, I don’t need you to read glowing ZocDoc reviews over the phone. I guess this guy sounds alright. Um, one second.

Oh! You know, it just occurred to me. I don’t even know if you accept my insurance. Are you sure this isn’t out of network? You know how expensive that can be. Well, yes, I do use Blue Cross Blue Shield. But how do you know you accept my plan? Oh, you accept all plans.

So how about this? I’ve got your number. I’m going to give this a little think and ponder it a bit. When I’m ready, maybe I’ll give you a call back with my insurance number and we can book a time then. It’s been a pleasure. Have a lovely rest of your year!

Christian Rock Band Reunites 3 Days After Disbanding

NASHVILLE, Tenn. — Christian rock band The Exalted reunited just three days after shocking their local scene with a breakup announcement, churchgoing sources confirmed.

“It broke my heart when critics utterly crucified our latest album, on New Music Friday of all days. We simply could not deal with the criticism and called it quits right then and there. But my bandmates and I prayed about it over the weekend and decided to forgive the haters for their sins,” frontman Josh Carpenter testified at Sunday worship. “I’m so thrilled to confirm that The Exalted is back together and ready to perform miracles for thousands of our adoring followers at megachurches across the nation. Without revealing too much information, it’s going to be an exciting 40 days and 40 nights of shows.”

Youth pastor and The Exalted superfan Paul Miller is already planning travel arrangements for the reunion tour.

“I’m so glad to see The Exalted rise once again so that true believers like me can receive life through their shows,” Miller said after reciting a prayer over his phone’s Ticketmaster app. “I’ve already set aside 10% of my income to cover the ticket prices. Heck, I might even camp out for barricade if I don’t have to lead youth group that day. I’m hoping to get a good spot up front in case Josh washes fans’ feet onstage again, or baptizes the crowd with his water bottle.”

While most fans are excited about The Exalted’s grand return, music critic Thomas Dunn doubts the band’s motivations, due to contractual obligations and the timing of the initial disbandment.

“I know a publicity stunt when I see one,” Dunn said while defending his two-star review of the band’s latest album on Twitter. “The guys signed a strict six-album deal with Josh’s dad’s record label. That garbage album they dropped on Friday was only their third release, so they were bound to reunite sooner or later. Josh is a privileged kid — worshiped by his fans, always getting venues to turn the water on his rider into wine — but even he would never see the gates of Heaven if he went back on his word.”

When pressed for further comment, members of The Exalted simply gestured to their mysteriously empty practice space inside a local cave.

I Am the Eggman and I’m Tired of Easter Appropriating My Culture

Imagine watching the rich history of your people bastardized by a clueless and indifferent public and then being expected to go along with it because it’s been labeled as harmless fun. I am of course talking about the “tradition” of hunting for eggs on the same day Jesus allegedly rose from his grave. Well sorry to burst your bubble assholes, because I am the Eggman and I’m sick and tired of Easter appropriating my culture.

I’ve bitten my tongue for as long as I could, but I can no longer stand idly by while year after year these colonizers make a mockery of my culture. I’d like to see them run like pigs from a gun while trying to get their grubby hands on fun sized Snickers. Yeah, where I’m from we’re the eggs being hunted. They didn’t teach you that in Sunday school, did they?

Well if you weren’t busy being spoon-fed lies by big chocolate’s pastel-washing bullshit, you’d know that egg hunts were to commemorate the pornographic priestess and the crabalocker fishwife getting caught with their knickers down. If you even have to ask what that means, you don’t deserve to dive into the bushes, desperately grasping for Skittles receptacles that’ll end up in a landfill.

It doesn’t surprise me with so many people casually adopting eggman culture that this would eventually happen. I mean just the other day I overheard someone say “goo goo g’joob” in casual conversation with ZERO irony. What gives them the fucking right? Only I can say that.

Most holidays and histories have pretty grim origins that need to be watered down for the masses. But I think everyone deserves to learn the original commemoration of the hunts involved filling the eggs with yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog’s eye. Plus how did we go from the eggs being left by the walrus to a goddam bunny? Not cute enough for you, Hershey?

I lamentably understand that we live in a society that feels the need to monetize everything, but my story shouldn’t be reduced to some trite afternoon distraction. Though to be fair, to understand that story would require a lot of drugs to truly appreciate.

Fan Accidentally Leaves boygenius Show With Someone Else’s Lunchbox Full of Poetry

INDIANAPOLIS — Distraught boygenius fan Hope Green was seen throwing rocks and refusing to leave the parking lot after a recent show when she realized she had the wrong lunchbox full of poems, confirmed multiple witnesses who didn’t dare approach her.

“I came here with a bedazzled season three ‘Golden Girls’ lunchbox with a crocheted handle, a Phoebe Bridgers skeleton sticker placed over Blanche, and a blue carabiner,” said Green. “I have written souvenirs to every salted wound, every hand bitten, and every old poet. They were going to love every poem they inspired when I screamed them over the security guard’s head as we were about to become best friends. I opened the lunchbox and the first sonnet I read was titled something about being a hack that is definitely not going to be the next member of boygenius, I knew there was a mix-up, and this wasn’t my case.”

Lucy Dacus of boygenius witnessed a foray of a few angry concertgoers descending on the lost and found after the show.

“Being on the road, I’ve seen a lot. But when one of our fans jumps a security barrier, headbutts a venue staff member and starts screaming about how free verse offers a delicate yet wide-open representation of their stream of consciousness it really sticks with you.” Dacus added, “I saw another fan with bloodied knuckles leaving the lost and found clutching a small moleskin journal, it wasn’t the ending of the night we had hoped for.”

Inventor and specialist of sentimental item security Nick Ribault offered his expertise on lunchbox mishaps.

“Listen, locks on diaries are easy. Putting your passport in your fanny pack on vacation, that is also easy. Mucking around an Alt-Indie-Alt-Folk concert with a sketchbook or journal? That is difficult,” said Ribault. “There is an overwhelming chance you may swap it by show’s end. My advice? Geotag everything on your person and use a label maker to put your name on everything you own. That’s the only way you can be sure your poems stay yours.”

Security guards at the scene explained they were unable to diffuse the situation after the music of boygenius left them emotionally steamrolled and unable to address conflict and promise to be better and hope everyone is “cool about it.”

Week In Review: April 8

You can’t escape news no matter how hard you try. That’s not how it works. So in case you missed it, here are the most important news stories from the past seven days.

New Spotify Feature Allows You to Listen to Music and Podcast at the Same Time, so You Never Have to Deal With an Intrusive Thought Again

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Aging Aerosmith Looking for Young Groupies to Mainly Help with iPhone Updates

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Misdiagnosed Psychobilly Band Really a Sociobilly Band

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Slow Burn Indie Horror Has Actually Been Paused For 40 Minutes

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End of the Musician? New AI Program Can Create Dozens of Half-Finished Guitar Riffs in Voice Memos, Write Lyrics for Half a Verse and a Chorus

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Two Opening Snare Hits From Thursday’s “Understanding in a Car Crash” Inducted Into Emo Hall of Fame

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Milwaukee Metal Fest Imposing Strict 12 Beer Minimum

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Voices in Brian Wilson’s Head Celebrate 60th Year of Telling Him His Car Sucks and He Can’t Surf

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Nu Metal Dad Has the “A.D.I.D.A.S.” Talk with His Kids

INDIANAPOLIS — Nu metal enthusiast and father of two Brian Michaels finally sat down to have the “A.D.I.D.A.S.” talk with his kids, JNCO-clad sources confirmed.

“There comes a time in every child’s life when their desire to learn and play is overtaken by the urge to fuck hordes of nameless strangers in rapid succession,” Michaels acknowledged while showing off his “Life is Peachy” thigh tattoo and flicking his tongue like a snake. “I want my children’s attitudes about human sexuality shaped by someone as open and sex-positive as Jonathan Davis. Hopefully, the ‘A.D.I.D.A.S.’ talk helps my children feel comfortable with sex and their natural urges because all day I dream about supporting my kids’ emotional development.”

When questioned about her father’s Bakersfield strategy, Jessica Michaels was skeptical the song provided any information she hadn’t already learned from other bands.

“Mom has been playing Deftones for us in the car on the way to school and practice since sixth grade,” the teen daughter admitted while practicing for an upcoming seven-string guitar recital. “Basically, ‘Around the Fur’ and ‘White Pony’ covered all the bases—including drugs and murder—but it was sweet of my dad to read the unedited ‘A.D.I.D.A.S.’ lyrics. You love knowing your parents are willing to have difficult conversations with you even if it requires them to wear a kilt and play slap bass. My parents are always giving wholesome vibes.”

Edgewood Middle School health teacher Dawn Jones confirms that Gen Z students come to her class so prepared that the “A.D.I.D.A.S.” talk is often unnecessary.

“Gone are the days when you could throw on a late ‘90s, early aughts hard rock album and have a healthy conversation about the complex spectrum of human sexuality. I haven’t used my Puddle of Mudd or Buckcherry albums in years,” Jones admitted. “TikTok and Pornhub have given my current students more background knowledge about sex than previous years. There aren’t really any of those funny, awkward question-and-answer sessions after the lesson anymore. The few questions I do get I wouldn’t even repeat in a shop class.”

At press time, Michaels was seen teaching his kids to drive a stick shift with the help of Coal Chamber’s “Big Truck.”

Every Reel Big Fish Album Ranked

As keepers of the 3rd wave flame, Reel Big Fish are true ska legends. Over the years, RBF have released 9 studio albums showcasing their brand of fun, silly-yet-depressing, and most of all danceable ska music. So we dusted off our favorite pork pie hat and dressed head-to-toe in checkered clothing to give you the definitive ranking of every Reel Big Fish album.

9. Candy Coated Fury (2012)

In 2012, after several decades of ska-punking, the Reel Big Fish honed in on their signature “happy music/angry lyrics” combo. It’s literally right there in the album title. This record isn’t bad if you’re already a fan but it feels like a paint-by-numbers RBF album that any ska band could have written.

Play it again: Everyone Else is an Asshole
Skip it: Hiding in my Headphones

 

 

8. Life Sucks…Let’s Dance! (2018)

Life Sucks…Let’s Dance! is the follow-up to Candy Coated Fury. Over the six years in between these albums, the Fish continued to double down on their signature songwriting style and cranked out some more sad and dancy songs for the kids, except this time the record sounds a bit more inspired. Still mostly recommended for those already fans of the band.

Play it again: Ska Show
Skip it: Another Beer Song

7. Monkey’s for Nothin’ and the Chimps for Free (2007)

This album is the sound of freedom. Specifically, the freedom that comes from being dropped by a major label. Finally, the Fish could put out any songs they wanted! And what they put out was… well, fine. There are some solid tracks on here but nothing you can’t get from some of RBF’s past (and better) albums. Hell, some of those songs are actually on this record as the band re-recorded some from “Everything Sucks,” which is a big reason this album is ranked above the previous two.

Play it again: ‘Til I Hit the Ground
Skip it: Another F.U. Song

6. Fame, Fortune, and Fornication (2009)

Reel Big Fish is known for their covers. This album contains all the skank-i-fied versions of a bunch of catchy songs you know and love. And some you’re even probably sick of! Like “Brown Eyed Girl.” Seriously, did we really need another cover of that one?

Play it again: Monkey Man
Skip it: Brown Eyed Girl

 

5. We’re Not Happy ‘til You’re Not Happy (2005)

For most of the previous albums on this list, Aaron Barrett’s angry and bitter lyrics target life in general. His scathing words on this record are a little more pointed. At this time in the band’s career, ska was mostly considered a joke in the music industry and on music forums, and this album certainly retorts that sentiment head-on. Fire this one up and pick a fight with a friend over petty jealousy. It’s the perfect soundtrack for that.

Play it again: Don’t Start a Band
Skip it: The Bad Guy

4. Everything Sucks (1995)

Going all the way back to 1995, this pre-Sell Out record sounds exactly like you’d expect a local ska band to sound in the 90s. Its recording is a little rough and the performances focus more on heart than technique, yet the songwriting clearly shows a promising band on the rise. You can find a lot of these songs re-recorded on future albums but this is a solid and unique listen from start to finish.

Play it again: I’m Cool
Skip it: Jig

3. Cheer Up! (2002)

After exploding in popularity for 3 months in 1996, 3rd wave ska was mostly seen as a goofy 90s fad. By the early 2000s, many ska bands were vocal about their record labels rejecting any songs that contained upstrokes or too many horn parts, leading to many ska albums of this time being classified as “rock with horns” by fans. Cheer Up is Reel Big Fish’s “rock with horns” album and it’s fantastic. RBF wrote what could have been the saddest 80s hair metal album if Aaron Barrett was born just a few years earlier.

Play it again: Drunk Again
Skip it: Dateless Losers

2. Turn the Radio Off (1996)

This is Reel Big Fish’s most well-known album. And for good reason: it has a moderately successful single on it which, in perfect RBF irony, is a song about selling out. “Turn the Radio Off” is the album that proliferated the sound most people still think of today when they hear the word “ska.” You can love them or hate them for that, but it’s true.

Play it again: Alternative, Baby
Skip it: 241

 

1. Why Do They Rock So Hard? (1998)

After the massive success of Turn the Radio Off, Reel Big Fish released their magnum opus, colloquially referred to by fans as “White Trash.” WDTRSH picks up where RBF left off by reinventing ska and adding a massive amount of influence from the guitar-heavy bands Aaron Barrett grew up listening to. The lyrics on the album come across as extremely personal and vulnerable. It’s like Weezer’s Pinkerton except without all the… unpleasantness.

Play it again: Down in Flames
Skip it: Scott’s a Dork