Titus Andronicus - “Titus Andronicus”
no more cigarettes,
no more having sex,
no more drinking until you fall on the floor,
no more indie rock,
just a ticking clock, You have no time for that anymore.
You better watch where you
run your mouth,
because you know what they’ll say to you.
“your life is over. your life is over. your life is over. your life is over. your life is over. your life is over. your life is over.”
(I insist you cease to exist. Die. Your life is over.)
They’re talking about
Tumblr my tumblr everyone.
I have no idea where Titus Andronicus came from - apparently, somewhere in New Jersey, which is understandable: I’d be this pissed, too. But the thing is, I guess I’m exactly as pissed as Titus Andronicus, come to think of it. I think a lot of people are.
I haven’t felt good about new punk rock in a while (one of the few lone exceptions: Jay Reatard), if only because nothing new is being done, and punk has been intensely re-commoditized since around when I started high school (reaching new heights with not the Varvatosization of CBGB, but rather with people who’d never been to CBGB mourning the Varvatosization of CBGB, while wearing their CBGB shirts).
Titus Andronicus, then, is one of the most exciting bands to come around in forever. They take punk conventions and kick them in the head, give them swirlies, and leave them to rest in their dumb studded leather jackets - instead of a flat, two-dimensional sound with disjointed nihlism grandstanding high values, this rookie band managed to produce a full-bodied record (The Airing of Grievences) where nihlism is paramount, where there is no value, and where everyone - including themselves - is an asshole. Despite it’s inherent anger, punk has always been a little wide with its self-congradulatory nature and a little short on the self-loathing - Titus Andronicus make up for that, too. And it wouldn’t matter if the songs weren’t just good, but great, and a little catchy, to boot (in case you didn’t listen: they are). Watch this band, and especially watch lead singer Patrick Stickles - he’s 22 or 23, and I get the feeling he’s got quite a few good ones left in him.