I woke up today wanting to hear #rocketfromthecrypt . I awoke late, the kids are at nana's and the wife has long been to work. Our bedroom is a man made tornado of cooling fans. Earlier I half awoke realised the favorable conditions and fell back asleep. During that second slumber I had a Warped Tour dream. I attended the first few years of the festival because I loved the diverse line ups and a buffalo summer day by the lake with a bunch of band's was actually a really inviting affair. The first year was at Melody Fair and then the show moved to Lasalle Park for a few years right on the shore of Lake Erie. That first year at Lasalle Park in 1996 I had been comped tickets from the "Punk Uprisings" tv show that I had somehow become art director of. My girlfriend at the time had the awesome idea of claiming I was diabetic so we were allowed to bring food and drinks in. She was a clever one.
The band I was most excited to see that year were Rocket From The Crypt. They played one of the smaller stages in matching shiny silver bowling shirts. The horn section slayed and they played a ton of songs I hadn't heard which was fine by me. It really highlighted the band's '60s rock aesthetic bit filtered through punk rock.
This album was the first of their immense canon that I bought. I remember the song "sturdy wrists" being on a mix tape one of my fellow music obsessed friends made. I loved the whole vintage "rock n' roll" vibe they layered on their songs. Horns, big choruses and swinging riffs all delivered with the venom the band moniker implies. Not in the americana/social distortion way but more in a serial killer/buddy holly way. This album is one of their more consistent batches of songs and a great driving album.
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