More Punk for Your Buck
In 1995, Timothy McVeigh blew up the Oklahoma City federal building; thousands were being slaughtered in Bosnia and Rwanda; O.J. Simpson was acquitted of double murder; Forrest Gump beat out Pulp Fiction for the Best Picture Oscar; and Mickey Mantle died. But there was a tiny bright spot amid all the misery. The very first Vans Warped Tour -- a leaner, skate-punk version of the getting-crappier-by-the-year Lollapalooza festival -- hit the road that summer.
A decade later, horrible shit's still happening in the world, but at least Warped continues to provide a bit of loud, aggressive joy for the pierced, inked, green-haired, and fashionably alienated among us. This year's edition offers a whopping 69 acts on eight stages, plus tons of side attractions: tents where you can download songs, trick out your cell phone, play new and vintage PlayStation games, make customized buttons, and check out fanzines; the certain-to-be-swarmed Hot Topic booth; and lots more.
But you're going for the music, right? If you can still see straight after that multimedia overload, here's just a smattering of the bands you can check out:
Vans Warped Tour
Pompano Beach Amphitheatre, 1801 NE Sixth St., Pompano Beach
Saturday, July 31, 11 a.m. Tickets cost $29.75. Call 954-946-2402, or visit www.warpedtour.com
New Found Glory: Despite being shrunken down to the size of fleas for the new "Failure's Not Flattering" video -- the second single from their latest album, Catalyst -- the guys in Coral Springs' own New Found Glory are now giants in the pop-punk world. The kids love 'em; the crusty old-schoolers think they're candy-ass MTV lightweights. Ain't that the way it always is?
Fallen from the Sky: This Boca Raton four-piece comes from the Descendents/All school of punk rock: fast, crunchy, ultracatchy, pep-talk tunes with bouncy bass lines and some nice harmonies here and there. Could be the sleeper hit of this year's whole show. Hey, the 246 friends the band's accumulated on its MySpace.com page can't be wrong, right?
NOFX: Place your bets, place your bets! Will the first words out of NOFX front man Fat Mike Burkett's mouth be (a) "Hello, Miami!" (b) "Somebody hear me, somebody listen to me!" [the opening line of the 1991 tune "Brain Constipation"] or (c) "Fuck George W. Bush!"? Our money's on c, given that he runs Punkvoter.com, an organization devoted to helping remove the current administration from power this November. So be prepared to get hammered with the message, as well as 21 years' worth of SoCal-style punk rock.
Coheed & Cambria: Let's say you're in your bedroom cranking your Thursday disc, and your older brother is across the hall doing the same thing with Rush's 2112. As fate would have it, you both decide to grab a Red Bull from the fridge, and as your doors fly open, both albums mesh into a weird nebula in the hallway. It would sound like Coheed & Cambria. Fusing together the seemingly disparate worlds of emo and prog-metal, this New York quartet's catalog is based entirely on its continuing saga of two sci-fi characters named, yup, Coheed and Cambria. Can't wait to see what happens when they perform "The Velorium Camper III: Al the Killer" with its charming, chant-along chorus: "Die white girls, die white girls!"
Atmosphere: There's not a whole lotta hip-hop to be found at Warped, so Minneapolis rapper Slug and the rest of his Atmosphere crew offer a refreshing change of pace with their crisp, eclectic beats and rhymes. Then again, as card-carrying members of the emo-rap underground -- hell, Slug once wrote three EPs about the same ex-girlfriend -- these guys fit right in.
The Vandals: Seems like the big trend in pop-punk is "growing up" -- Blink-182 did it; Sum 41 is heading in that direction. Thank God for the Vandals, who are about 97 years old and still playing vintage, three-chord punk that's goofy and juvenile as hell. They've got a new album, Hollywood Potato Chip, but let's hope they throw in such classics as "Live Fast Diarrhea" and "I've Got an Ape Drape," their ode to mullets.
Yellowcard: The mid-'90s ska resurgence gave hope to all those suffering high school marching band geeks by proving that trombonists could be rock stars too. Now, Yellowcard's Sean Mackin is doing the same thing for orchestra nerds across the nation. He plays violin with this California punk quintet (which originally formed in Jacksonville in 1997). His four-string action adds all kinds of interesting texture and depth to the band's aggressive guitar attack. And just to further prove that violin players can be cool, Mackin has so perfected the art of the on-stage backflip that he could've probably made this year's U.S. Olympics gymnastics team had Yellowcard not been invited on the tour.
Lars Frederiksen & the Bastards: What would Warped be without at least some approximation of Rancid on the bill? Lars Frederiksen is the guitarist for the Bay Area stalwarts, and the self-titled debut from his side project was produced and co-written by Rancid front man Tim Armstrong. Whaddaya know -- it sounds like Rancid! Which means it kinda sounds like the Clash, only a bit rougher.
Lennon: Lennon Murphy is one of the few female performers in this year's lineup, and yeah, we know what you're thinking. But guess what? She hates the Beatles (or so she claims). The just-out-of-her-teens Tennessee native is like a cross between Nine Inch Nails, PJ Harvey, and Tori Amos, if you can possibly imagine that combination. She's fresh off an opening slot on the Suicide Girls Burlesque tour -- she sang -- and will likely be playing songs from her forthcoming third album, I Am. Please, no requests for "Imagine."
Bad Religion: Like NOFX, melodic hardcore vets Bad Religion are pissed off at our prez -- that seething anger feeds the bulk of their awesome new album, The Empire Strikes First. BR's been at it for more than two decades, and both its credibility and intensity remain well intact. Missing this set would be a huge mistake, my friends.
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