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The F.I.D.'s
Cry Me a Rivet
75 or Less Records
When the first song you hear is about a dinosaur taking a dump in your living room, you can kind of see the direction a band is going. Providence’s The F.I.D’s don’t seem to want you to take them seriously, with songs in their repertoire about drinking coke to ward off an attack by a mummy and a boy living in an all girls dorm. Their debut album, Cry Me a Rivet, for the most part succeeds in making you laugh at the utter stupidity of it all, with their purposefully simplistic lyrics.
Their best moments are songs with hilariously, catchy hooks, such as “Trucker Hat,” with its line “I want a Trucker Hat. Trucker hat is where it’s at.” In “Girlfriend’s Mom,” lead singer Mark obnoxiously sings: “My girlfriend asked what went wrong. I told her I want to f**k your mom.” The song “Black Market Babies” is bad taste at its best, with the line: “Five grand for Bill, five grand for Sam, Virginia’s only got one leg so I threw her in the garbage can.”
Songs such as “Satan 666” and “Mooka” stray from this formula, and the result is less successful. “Satan 666” is just the band yelling about Satan over blaring guitars, while “Mooka” is just the band yelling in general. Both songs lack the biting choruses that make the other songs work so well.
The F.I.D.’s want to sound like a band not trying to impress you and they do so with comedic effect. For example, the song “I Don’t Wanna Practice” is an appropriately off-key and fitting way to end the album. This is punk at its funniest.
--Jessica Simons
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