Shit musical, indeed.
NOFX's Fat Mike's musical is finally hitting the stage. His label, Fat Wreck Chords, dropped the soundtrack on February 10. And it's lamer than the transients lounging on Telegraph Ave.
Most of the songs are about drug-taking and the S&M scene. I dunno. I quit drinking three years ago, so my household ain't 420 friendly. And as far as dating a dominatrix. . . . Why? Sex is awesome all by itself. Why would you want to ruin it by adding torture to the mix? Consequences of a post-9/11 world, perhaps.
And here's the thing: Fat Mike is a millionaire. Him writing songs celebrating street life is like Stalin penning an ode to those victimized by empire.
But the million-dollar question is, "Who the hell would invest in this musical?" Theatre productions are notoriously expensive, hence the astronomical ticket prices. Maybe it's a vanity project for Fat Mike. Gotta spend your Knob Hill millions on something, I guess.
The sad thing is what a waste this whole endeavor is (and the money I lost buying it). Fat Mike has an unbelievable amount of talent rocking around in his drug-addled brain. A cursory listen to NOFX's catalog proves he has an ear for harmony and melody.
If you're going to do a musical, how about one on the plight of today's working person? With the 1%'s war on the middle and poor classes, a musical in that key could be what America needs right now. Art should educate and engage, not simply entertain. But, no, Fat Mike decided to salute the cult of self, glamorizing the pursuit of pleasure and the annihilation of brain cells.
It's not all bad, though. Besides a kick-ass soundtrack title, Home Street Home (take that, Mötley Crüe!) has a few half-decent tracks. "Three String Guitar" has witty wordplay, especially admirable given it's only 93 seconds long. "Missing Child" is a beautiful ballad told from the perspective of a mother missing her runaway daughter (more songs in that vein would've been nice). "Because I Want To" has splendid synthesizers straight out of an Epoxies outtake. And while the last track, "The Agony of Victory", is a little too saccharine for my ears with its cliche "na-na-na" ending, it gives an excellent excuse to pull out NOFX's last great album, Coaster, which featured a far superior version. Ah, to a better time, before a great American songwriter jumped the shark. . . .