Science Club has finished the tracks for its debut full length, Success. In anticipation of the album, we present these thoughts on the album’s songs. These are not necessarily about the songs, though some might be. These are not intended to be interpretations or explanations of what the songs on Success will be about.
THE BEST PUNK BAND IN THE WORLD
The first band I ever played in was a metal band whose name I forget. I was in this band for exactly two practices. I was the second of two bass players. My job was to play “rhythm” bass: I would mimic the guitar while the other bass player would lay down some slaps. This band featured two drummers, three guitar players and two singers. I remember one of the other dudes pointing out that we were not like Slipknot because only some of us wore masks. That was a very important distinction.
The second band I ever played in was a punk three piece named Frank Burns and we were pretty terrible. We wrote probably 15 songs in the four years we were together and, while I haven’t listening to them in a while, I would estimate that only two of those songs even remotely holds up. My claim to fame in that band was writing two songs: a wordless punk tune that we called “The James Bond Song” because we’re idiots and a poppy little number I named “The Florida Song” because I came up with the bass line while in a guitar shop in Florida.
I was not good at naming songs back then. Some things do not change.
Anyway, Frank Burns played a bunch of shows at local dive bars, rock clubs, basements and skate parks. At first, we seemed like the only punk band in Rochester, NY but after a while we started playing shows with a bunch of reckless fucks named Kicker.
Kicker didn’t realize it at the time, but they were the best punk band in the world. The embodied everything noble, appealing, depressing, tragic and pitiful about punk music. The fought constantly. They fucked up their live shows routinely. The would kiss each other, both on and off stage, to the horror of the crowd and themselves. They were childish, stupid, petty and wrote some great songs and put on some live shows. They were terrible and beautiful and I always think of them whenever I see kids slam-dancing at hardcore shows or getting in debates about trivial philosophies they don’t understand. I love that they are trying to hard to seem like they aren’t trying. I love their contradiction, because I know they are going to either come out of the on the other side as complete people or become The Casualties.
I don’t know what the dudes in Kicker are doing now. The guitarist was in a band with my little brother for a while but he has since fallen off the map. I think one of Kicker’s drummers is in a scream band now. The bass player, who I always envied for being better than me, went to UNLV for college and I haven’t heard anything about him since. I’m sure they’ve all grown up and calmed down and probably look back on their punk band as a big fun embarrassment. One man’s mistakes is another man’s life, I guess.