Classics of Love are the kind of punk band that remember their roots, but aren't looking to concentrate strictly on them. Their debut, self-titled album pays much homage to straight-up punk, but also nods heavily towards ska, post-hardcore, and the gritty aesthetic of the classic, East Bay punk scene. It's also hard to get past the glaringly obvious fact that this is a band with a lot to say. From politics and society, to solidarity with one's scene and the rejection of materialism, Classics of Love prove to be more than just a punk band -- they're allowing their music to double as a platform for activism. What more could you hope for, though, from a band that involves ex-Operation Ivy frontman, Jesse Michaels. Give these whopping thirteen tracks a spin pre-release date [February 14, via Asian Man Records], and get yourself educated on the topics nearest to this band's heart with these hand-selected lyrics, below.
I was born in simple times,
Now the hour is late.
Bound by private tyrannies
The wealthy own the state
Saw the men of the consequence
From beneat the tower,
Grew to hate their arrogance
Their vanity and power
Now I'm walking all alone
Enemy of the seal
Ally to the truth seeker
Bonded to the real
People said that the oil was cold
And the old Gods were pushing up mold
We strung our instruments and
got ready for the embarrassments
In the middle of a lunatic world
We didn't reach for the champion’s pearl
Excavated a private hallway
chose "sometimes" over "almost always"
(Chorus) We’ll try it anyway
Don’t care about success and failure
Just want a chance to impale the jailer
Don’t long for yesterday
Or hope for a good tomorrow
This very hour is less than borrowed
Every hour is a year to the crows
Never listen to the things people say
We stood at the very last edge
Of everything that had ever been said
Took a look at the people’s archive
Nodded politely and chose the swan-dive
There are no heroes in the room
Just ghouls in the rock & roll tomb
Do we look like statues to you for slide projection
And pin-cushion voodoo?
We'll try it anyway...