Released: February 19, 2008
Producer: Mike Green
Daniel Dart – Vocals
Elijah Reyes – Guitar
Oren Soffer – Bass
Ryan Purucker – Drums
01. Day Like This – 2:00
02. Soon It Will Be – 2:46
03. One Way Or Another – 1:56
04. Lines Are Faded – 2:33
05. Darker Days – 2:34
06. Lucky – 2:06
07. Montreal (Street Kids) – 2:00
08. Lookin’ Back – 3:08
09. Movin’ On – 2:25
10. You’re Goin’ Down – 1:17
11. TV Static – 1:55
12. Shell Casings – 2:25
13. Gonna Get Mine – 2:13
14. Outcast – 2:45
I reviewed Time Again’s album The Stories Are True back in January of 2010, and the responses were less than stellar. Check these out:
“I don’t care how ‘real’ a band is, stick them in front of a camera and they’re all preening divas dripping faux attitude. Rock star thing, I guess.”
“best clash tribute band, ever.”
“They are a blatant Rancid rip-off band. That is the truth and I am sticking to my guns. I fucking love Rancid!!!!!!!!!!!”
So, needless to say I was hesitant about reviewing this album. I actually enjoyed The Stories Are True. I’m a big Tim Armstrong fan, and enjoyed his singing on that album. This album, Darker Days, sounds less like The Stories Are True, and somewhat, directionless.
I need albums to grab me right away. If it’s a punk album give me that quick kick in the ass, if it’s a rock opera/concept album at least give me something that makes me want to pay attention, and listen again.
So the problem with this album is: it sounds like Time Again, but not a real good Time Again.
If you don’t own it, go and give it a listen.
Rating: * ** one out of three stars.
On to the story . . .
As I write this, Christmas is over by a few days.
As friends, and family pass on, and friends move, the holidays can be quite a bitch to go through.
One of my biggest issues – going way back, has been spending the holidays with other people’s families. From the mid-80’s or so, I’d date someone, and split my day with my family, and the family of whatever girl I was seeing.
I know it’s arrogant, but nobody does Christmas right, but your own family. One year we had my Brother’s girlfriend, and her family down from Seattle. And our gift giving was re-arranged to their liking. As kids, my Mom put no rules on how we opened presents, or in what order, etc.
Now, the girlfriend’s family had a definite order. After everyone showers, and eats breakfast, everyone sits in a circle and opens one present, passes it around, checks it out, and so on like this.
Growing up my Brother and I would go at the gifts . . . it was a free-for-all. My Mom sat patiently, opening her first present an hour or so after our ape-shit antics.
And some days we didn’t even think of breakfast until 11:00 or so.
Now that I’m married I spend my Christmas’ with my Egyptian in-laws, and it’s way different than what I grew up with. The few constants are this: We will be watching the Lakers game, at least one person will cry (reasons vary), there will be plenty of screaming (positive and negative), and lots of over eating.
No matter how many twists, and turns your life takes there’s nothing better than the Christmas’ of your youth, before you were actually paying for the gifts yourself.
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