Punk rock has some iconic historical personalities: The Sex Pistols’ Sid Vicious and Johnny Rotten, Joe Strummer of The Clash, Iggy Pop, Travis Barker, and Tim Armstrong of Rancid, among others.
But punk rock also has an infamous, long-mocked reputation for being tethered to juvenility. Green Day defined the preteen years of many a ’90s kid. What was once the raucous, raunchy group called Blink-182, championed by kids with a certain putrid taste for fart jokes, devolved into the dreamy heartthrob acts of +44 and Angels and Airwaves. So where did punk rock – that gritty, mean, irreverent, profane, fart-joke-proponent strain of punk rock – ever get off to?
As the cover art, album title, and grammatically questionable formation of plurals may imply, punk rock is still alive in Hunx And His Punx’ new record Street Punk. Complete with a couple of songs barely 30 seconds long, ripe with expletives and titles like “Rat Bag,” “Kill Elaine,” and “Don’t Call Me Fabulous,” (this last one coming in at about 27 seconds), this album is the fuzzy, shrieking, musical embodiment of a mohawk wearing a studded leather jacket looking to pick a fight and get kicked out of a dive bar.
Front man Hunx, real name Seth Boggart, could potentially work his way into that list of iconic punk figures, if but only for different reasons. Sporting a pencil mustache and women’s jazzercise attire (think pink spandex), Hunx clearly does not care. He does not care what kind of image he projects, what his music sounds like, or who likes it. He is punk rock to a T.
Concerning the musical merits of Street Punk, the album is not impressive from a technical standpoint, but it is certainly fun. And moreover, it is surprisingly listenable, separating itself from the vast majority of irreverent punk rock recorded in a tin can garage with a microphone that may have been used to remove bacon bits from a frying pan. Listeners analyzing the tone quality, chord progressions, lyrical depth, or other such artistic values will be disappointed, but for those punk rocker purists out there, this is IT. It’s fun. It’s loud. It’s proud. Dirty, wild, young, and probably smelling like a combo of day-old pizza and Monarch, this is punk rock.
By KRUA Music Manager Oli P.