The Draize boys from Ogden have quietly been taking their vitamins for a decade and training in a dirty meat locker in Hooper just waiting for you to let your guard down. They don’t disappoint either.. The new album "Now More Than Never" is a mix of classic tracks (that should trigger the smell of the underside of a viaduct and sweaty leather) and a bunch of new tracks that make you wonder why you had to wait this long to feel this furiously happy again.
As a longtime fan, it's hard to tell you what rocks the most on this album because so many of these songs were staple sing-alongs at the Speedway and the Word and too many other short-lived venues across the Zion beltway in the first heyday of Utah punk.
For my money, you need to go download "Look Out!" < link at bottom of post > this may be the best punk song to ever come out of Ogden.. Seriously. It grinds, pounds and growls a warning that we all know.. a warning that we just couldn’t ever put into this kind of ass kicking context ourselves... If you can listen to it without pumping your fist you weren’t fucking listening. Go do it again.
For the un-initiated, and to me.. Dan's voice has always straddled the line between a face full of GRRRRR and a grinning 7-Seconds style sing-along. When it roars, it’s like finding a long lost EP by DRI.. when it drops into cadence, it builds like an introspective story and then it kicks you with a bitter punch line.
Todd’s guitar is a relentless and wicked as ever, Steve’s bass thumping is the sweaty perverted engine of America and the newest Methodeer, Mike rips the drums like a madman disassembling the rigging of the circus tent with an assault rifle and a smile.
I’m trying to tell you I really like this album. I hope that’s coming across despite making you remember what the underside of the viaduct smelled like…
As I wrap this up, (because I spent more time listening to the album than actually typing) “Huddled Masses” is playing in the background and I know that somewhere on some night, in a parking lot, a kid is playing this song alone in a car with not enough gas to really get away from his or her “O-Town” and change the world.. Yet.
-- The drums build the adrenaline, the guitar crunch kicks in, the bass times the combat-boot heel pounding into the floor-mat like a filthy metronome, the words tear through the speakers like the stories from ghosts in the bathrooms of the SLC Fairgrounds Horticulture Building... and with all his heart the kid grips the steering wheel with power and defiance and screams “I’m through with ALL the LIES!”.
'Die Tryin' kid. You can thank Draize Method by seeing them live and singing along. You can thank them by burning a punk rock album and giving it to someone who needs to kick down a few walls. You can thank them by never living on your knees.
Oh, yeah I drank a beer while writing this.. Santa Fe Brewing Company's "Happy Camper IPA". 6.6% It was really good.