It is hard to believe that Less
than Jake are creeping up on being twenty five years old.
When said out loud he next words
on the lips as a response is usually something about where has all the time
gone?
It slipped away when we weren’t looking
is the answer.
They will be moving out and getting
their own place soon as we tearfully wave goodbye and then joke that they will
be back with their laundry to be done next week.
Pop punk and ska punk has most definitely
come of age.
But while the summer sun, the
skateboards, the flipback caps and three quarter length board shorts may be a
distant memory for most - and currently the stuff of fashion house irony reboots
- the music of the ska-punk bands such as Less than Jake is evergreen.
Slip the needle in the groove,
hit play and let the laser pick up the tracks on the CD, or listen to them on
your branded mp3 player, and a smile will creep onto your face.
Tired muscles that haven’t had a
work out for a while will twitch into action and for a moment you will feel the
heat of that sun warming you as the songs start to trigger memories.
Half a song in and the twitching
muscles will have reached your legs and the foot tapping, if left unchecked,
can lead to a little go at some skanking, but only if no one is looking as the
dance like no one is watching meme that proliferates on social media usually
results in random strangers laughing at you as the best case scenario, and
being sectioned as the worst.
Fear not though.
Instead of making a fool of
yourself skanking out of Central Station in Glasgow oblivious to the masses laughing at
you there is another option available.
If you can just hold that urge
down for a little longer then you can visit the Academy on Oct 9th where
you can dance your legs off with the aerobic work out of a lifetime as the guys
hit our glorious city as part of the Fireball – Fuelling the fire tour.
Even better news is that it’s not just a smorgasbord
of ska punk that is on the bill, but playing alongside them are The Skints, and
a personal favourite of mine, the side project of The Bronx, that are the
magnificent Mariachi El Bronx.
What more could anyone want?
An austerity busting ticket price would be
nice I suppose.
And guess what?
It bloody well is too.
With the tickets set at the price of ten
pounds it’s difficult not to lay a bet on this being a sold out event.
Someone, somewhere, has lost the plot when
deciding on how much to charge, but best not to focus on that and instead just
get the word out and turn the venue into a heaving mass of a celebration of some
great strands of punk rock in all its glory.
#FuelledByFire
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