Rise Against – Revolutions Per Minute

Rise Against
Revolutions Per Minute

Fat wreck has been sort of a typecast label. For the first few years of its existence, there was a definite”Fat Wreck sound.” You know, kinda simple, often humorous punk rock for the mall-going American teen age “rebel.” The label sort of disappeared from the radar under a sea of bands that did very little for the genre’s advancement. Even their flagship band NOFX has barely had much publicity in the last couple years. But then again, I think the whole genre of radio-friendly punk rock hasn’t really deserved much publicity lately as it seemed to become lifeless.
I’m really not familiar with Rise Against’s history or their back catalog of releases. But I was very surprised on my first listen of Revolutions Per Minute. Rise Against is sort of the old-timer cowboy sheriff who comes out of retirement to show the young cowpokes how it’s done, old-west style – no nonsense with a certain amount of grittiness to his charm. He pushes open the saloon door and just starts shooting from the hip, shattering the bottles and mugs of the young trigger-happy gunslingers in town, then downing something or other in a dirty glass.
Is this the most amazing modern punk rock album out there? Nope. Is it a step in the best possible direction for the guitar-wielding youth of the nation? Of course it is.
Stand-out tracks include the albums openers “Black Masks and Gasoline” and “Dear Ringer,” both furious blasts of un-faked intensity over some truly driving old-school revivalism. The fabulous “Like the Angel” has one of the best choruses I’ve heard on a punk rock album in years.
This has quite a few gems on it, and it is a definite must buy for people looking for something to keep them interested in a genre that’s so hard to be interested in.