well, i like "deeds not words." i understand that saying that's the only song i really like on the album essentially puts a giant sign over my head that says i liked it better when dkm was a punk rock band which generally tends to translate to an accusation of the band selling out, but i don't care anymore. no, that sound wasn't what sold records ultimately whereas this stuff does, and while i still can't fault a band for making money more than i would fault someone else for finding a way to make more money at their non-music-related job, they were simply a lot better at that then this straight-up pogues crap. i don't hate "hang 'em high" or "peg o my heart" (but the latter i think i only feign some interest in because of springsteen, and the former because when i squint and turn my head sideways i can almost make myself think that it's a kickass show opener now, probably even with "for boston"--which i should mention was never my favorite song they've used at the beginning of a setlist, but it sure as shit worked well. i can't exactly call those great reasons to like a song, though).
if i never hear any of the other songs again, i won't be too broken up about it. in fact, there are a good number i'd prefer never to hear again. "cruel" is probably the worst flogging molly song i've ever heard. "sunday hardcore matinee" and "going in style" are also a couple of the worst songs the band has ever recorded. nothing is ever going to take the place of "shipping up to boston" as the #1 worst dkm song, between that song being the one that started all this and everything else being much more forgettable rather than a viable contender. i still hate "walk away," and won't be saying that this album contains tracks that make me wish that was the worst of their catalogue because that's even a little too much hyperbole for me. but i've convinced myself it wasn't completely awful, even been known to sing along just as loudly at shows when they played that as some others. even if i weren't completely finished with this band live (and very likely now on record), i can't see myself doing that with 90% of this album.
"sunday hardcore matinee" gets a pretty big chunk of my hatred directed toward this album. i can almost applaud them for taking off the token hardcore song, because at this point it would be ridiculous. they've even pretty much abandoned the anthemic guitar-based punk rock w/ bagpipes song in favor of repeat versions of "captain kelly's kitchen" ("deeds not words" being the only one here, hence the reason it's the only song i'd actually say i like). name-check agnostic front and bad brains all you like, there's no point. the people who know those bands know where the band originally came from, and the people who only know the last handful of albums don't know or give a shit about gbh. maybe i'm forgetting where i come from on this, because it was exactly stuff like that which got me into bands like AF in the first place, and that with the internet today vs. the internet somewhere between 10-15 years ago it would take even less effort for some kid to discover a shit load of music that had been either unknown or only partly known to them. but i'm too cynical now to actually think 1) that's really a good thing. certainly did me a lot of good. and yes, that's sarcasm. not that i'd trade the bulk of my music-enjoyment of well over a decade now for mainstream rock music or anything, but it's just kind of complicated. anyway.... or 2) even happens all that often. i've run into too many dumbasses who've never heard of social distortion for example, and understand that as soon as the bulk of them graduate high school they turn into wilco fans or whatever bullshit has replaced wilco by now because that's what's cool. and to be the first song on the album that al barr sings more than trade-offs or backing vocals sort of feels to me like it's mocking the one guy in the band with the biggest claim to that most-coveted "punk rock roots" thing the song is about. maybe his voice is shot. maybe it was his idea. maybe he's deluded into reliving his youth, and then i guess would be mocking himself. i don't know, it doesn't matter. it's just yet another song punk rock guys feel the need to write as they get older, reminding the kids that they were there too once, long ago. this is just another sign of my unbending, unwilling to accept that DKM now is not the same DKM i liked...i liked "a month of sundays" on the last sick of it all album. sure, my super cynical side cringes a little every time another band that's been around 20+ years put out another "we're still around" song. but this one just strikes me as the least honest of any recent ones i've heard. hence the hate.