Avail
Over The James
[Lookout!]
Rating: 5.3
It's almost a shame that this Year 2000 dilemma isn't affecting music at all. I
wish guitars had microchips in them. I wish CDs had CPUs. I wish punk rockers
were robots with Intel Insides. That way, all the chords could be lost, guitars
and punk rockers would have to be reprogrammed, and we could start this punk thing
over again. Get some fresh ideas for the new millenium.
As Jerry Bruckheimer might say, "Avail puts asses in seats." Incessant touring
and an energetic stage assault has rightfully garnered legions of Avail fans. As
a testament to their live sets, Avail also sells more patches than Nicoderm. Walk
down a high- school hallway and you're sure to see a tattered Avail patch pinned
to a Jansport. Unfortunately, it sounds as if Jerry Bruckheimer might have
produced Avail's fourth LP, Over The James. All the Bruckheimer trademarks
are here: glossy production hosed down with machismo, booming sounds, firey color
scheme, cliched sentiment, and stell- jawed heros. It's all done to perfection,
but haven't we seen it all before?
Although chock full of fist- raising, blue- collar anthems, Over The James
zooms by practically unnoticed. Thankfully, Avail lean more towards pub sing-
alongs than snowboarding odes. But the spit in hardcore albums shouldn't go
towards shining the tracks to a polish. Hardcore should be abrasive. Hardcore
should hurt. And, frankly, Avail seem more content with their fans using their
boots to tap toes rather than kicking fascists.
-Brent DiCrescenzo