Automatic 7
Beggar's Life
[Vagrant]
Rating: 3.1
You've got to be kidding me. This is the second time I've had to review this
record just this week alone. Well, sure, this time it's from Vagrant instead
of Polyvinyl, but this is getting ridiculous. And there's a number in the
band's name, always a reliable warning sign.
The punk tradition, as much of an oxymoron as that phrase may have initially
seemed, is at this point an ominous, stifling presence. Bands that are good
enough or unique enough or, more likely, lucky enough to warrant attention
outside of their local scene or label's roster, are cast out of favor as
sellouts. The cycle repeats itself tirelessly. Every year, another wave of
kids become sophomores, dye their hair, buy an amp, and pierce whatever's
hip to put a hole in that year.
For better or for worse, the Automatic 7 have little chance of crossing over,
breaking through or selling out. They can keep making this album over and over
with little danger of stumbling onto anything exceptional or, heaven forbid,
unique. Beggar's Life, this particular variation on The 90's Punk Album,
meets all the minimum requirements. Running time under a half hour: check.
Nasally guitarist/vocalist: check. Tone-deaf backup vocals from the bassist:
check. Capable but hopelessly unimaginative drumming: check. Tactless song
about the dangers of IV drugs (titled "Syringe," no less): check. Lyrics
that celebrate the music's uniform simplicity with lines like "just give me
some of that three chord sound": check and double check!
The All Music Guide, while a consistent and dependable reference source for
any music geek with too much time and a curious mind, always tends to falter
with their useless index of what they deem "similar/related albums." In the
case of Beggar's Life, the AMG lists results so laughably inappropriate
that it bears mentioning that the Dismemberment Plan's Emergency & I is
among them. The Plan, of course, have long been banished from the kingdom of
punk homogeny for crimes against maximumrocknroll too numerous to mention.
Meanwhile, countless bands that sound exactly like Automatic 7 are all too
eager to fill that space with their own versions of The Punk Song.
Right now, three lugs are in the drummer's garage, hoping they can land that
coveted spot as the fourth band on the five-band bill next time the Automatic
7 comes to town. And maybe they will. And maybe they'll get signed to Vagrant.
And maybe I'll have to review this record yet again when they make it, too.
-Al Shipley