It’s been out for a few weeks now, but I’ve just now heard and loved the new Against Me! record White Crosses. To call it unsentimental would be to diminish how bleak it is –”There’s just no future left to dream of,” “The revolution was a lie,”* “This is the only voice I have,” are among Tom Gabel’s refrains — an effect magnified by how excellently crafted AM!’s pop songwriting has become. It reminds me a little of the work Phil Spector did on End of the Century. Johnny Ramone hated that record, if I recall correctly, but it set a new standard for musical representations of manic depression. Those anarcho-punks sure are mysterious, indeed.

*I guess that the single on the record — I heard it driving through the Chicago suburbs this weekend — is “I Was A Teenage Anarchist.” And I just applaud the hell out of Gabel for writing something that breaks with the kids (myself included) who fell in love with his stuff on the band’s very anarcho-folk-punk Reinventing Axl Rose. It couldn’t have been the most comfortable song for him to write, and facing up to the fact that you’ve grown as a human being unfortunately comes with consequences from the very people who allegedly listen to you because they want you to express how you feel. It remains a strange thing that punk rock expects someone to be a fully formed and immutable person between the ages of 15 and 17. I recall a Queercore fanzine from when I was that age framing the proper response: Your friends are fascists, so let them go.

Anyway, it’s a great record, however much of a sucker I am for the Avail-Against Me!-Titus Andronicus tradition of projecting your internal conflicts onto, say, the life of Robert McNamara, and doing so in the most anthemic way possible.