London, New York, Boston, LA, San Fran, DC, Chicago........ Paducah, Kentucky?!? That's right kids, punk has found it's way into small town, USA. And judging by Teenage Rehab's latest release Goodbye Sanity (EP), it's about 20 years behind the rest of the punk world. Which considering the landscape of the scene today, it's the breath of fresh air the Warped generation is gasping for . While most so called punk bands are busy putting on their eyeliner, perfecting their on-stage antics and singing about love lost and a billion other politically-correct-and-socially-aware topics, Teenage Rehab have brought back the no frills, anti-social, angst and anxiety filled music that made maladjusted youth across the land dive head first into the pit so many years ago.
The ode to snuffing yourself out, Suicide, opens the EP with about a minute of bass heavy break-neck thrash then breaks into a snotty little spoken word bit by Chris Barrows (of the Pink Lincolns). I Don't Give a Shit keeps the blood pumping with lyrics mirroring it's title backed by raw and aggressive instrumentation. White Ghetto, slows it down a bit with a sound not far off from later Ramones albums, exploring the subject of good ol' fashioned white trash trailer park living. The gem of the EP comes 4 songs in by the title of Dead on the Couch. It's catchy hook, skillful guitar work and unapologetically rough edges is enough to knock the beer right out of your hand. The up tempo Loaded Gunfinds the Bluegrass State 3 piece ripping it up as usual and finishes out the 5 song effort on a high note.
While Goodbye Sanity may not be groundbreaking, it's one hell of a soundtrack to accompany a night of breaking bottles on the ground behind the local 7-11.