Maintaining a sonic constancy that makes the retirees in the Ramones seem chameleonic by comparison, these Valley
boys are monotonous enough to benefit from a best-of, but don't think they've ever settled for a duff album--they're
too focused, and too brainy. No doubt a better writer would find a simpler, more eloquent way to say, for instance,
"Culture was the seed of proliferation/but it has gotten melded/into an inharmonic whole." But a) the song bashes like a
motherfucker anyway. And b) the big words are a hook. If their antipolitical ecopessimism isn't spreading like wildfire,
which is just as well anyway, give them credit for aiming to challenge, not convince. And believe that where most bands
with a message for the masses wind up looking like bigger fools than they already are, Ph.D candidate Greg Graffin and
departed homeboy Brett Gurewitz aren't just better informed than their fans--they're probably better informed than
you. A-
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