Pop-punk has seemingly gone one of two ways in recent years - the ultra-polished, saccharine bullshit à la Hey Monday and the like, or the ultra-polished beatdown fascinated bullshit à la Four Years Strong. Simplistic, I know, but the latter, for better or for worse, owe a lot to Boys Night Out. Back in 2003, their Ferret Records debut Make Yourself Sick blended the upbeat stylings of pop-punk with the brutal beatdowns (and the lyrical content, as frontman Conor Lovat-Fraser showed his knack for tales of murdered girlfriends) of hardcore to incredible effect. There was nothing overly polished about this record, and the smatter of self-knowing meant they never came across as contrived. They went on to make a staggering sophomore (brace yourself) concept album called Trainwreck, and a shocking self-titled third, upon which I gave up, and pop-punk subsequently went to shit after that. This song is taken from their debut and involves handclaps.
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