Review Summary: A band with limitless potential...cut short because of a tragic accident. But still...a legacy born!
A band named after nasal mucus runs amok on spring break, taking over a deserted beach house, drinking everything in sight, putting holes in the plaster, inviting over a bunch of underage girls they’ll never call back. Get Some is the sound of late 90’s frat boy anarchy looking to recapture late 80’s decadence. This Santa Barbara bred institution of higher-learning brought a much needed keg full of riot rock to the backyard of angst ridden Millennials trying to rage again after Grunge Rock’s self-loathing bum out.
Appropriate lead off nose smear, “Snot”…is a conceited “*** you” towards nobody (perhaps everybody) in particular. It’s an aggravated Punk-Funk reach-around fondle of early Red Hot Chili Peppers’ groove lambasted by the Metal crunch of Pantera! “Deadfall” predicts the Southern fried Hardcore of the excellent Every Time I Die, while the intro to “Snooze Button” is worth waking up to! Vocalist Lynn Straight is the life of the party, a real go-getter. He’s the kinda guy who would climb out of a giant toilet naked during a Limp Bizkit show (Not making that up). His vocals are at times as belligerent as a bath salt abuser with a broken bottle…while at other moments as laid-back as a post bong-hit white guy mumble rap. It’s a mix that works…accessibility with an edge of unpredictability. And lyrically it runs the gamut…“Stoopid” attacking racist and bigoted views, while “Unplugged” is a hardcore indictment against the music industry itself. On the other hand, one chorus on tap here simply screams “My Balls…Your Chin” without a shred of irony. Nuff’ said!!
Perhaps the authors of the quintessential Nu Metal “Party Album”, Snot’s trajectory would sadly be cut short due to the untimely death of Lynn Straight (and band mascot/coverdog, Dobbs) who were killed in an automobile accident on December 11th, 1998. R.I.P
