The Mighty Mighty Bosstones: More Noise and Other DisturbancesMore Noise and Other Disturbances (1992) Ska and Reggae
Reviewer Rating: 5
Contributed by: cronophrogcronophrog (others by this writer | submit your own) I was perusing the review section one day of yesteryear to see if I concurred with the basic recaptiulations of this mighty fine album. I was struck dead in my fancy when I was approached with a terror unlike any other: Nobody had reviewed this marvelous record.
Where the fuck have you people bee.
I was perusing the review section one day of yesteryear to see if I concurred with the basic recaptiulations of this mighty fine album. I was struck dead in my fancy when I was approached with a terror unlike any other: Nobody had reviewed this marvelous record.
Where the fuck have you people been for the last 13 years?
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones never released a better album than this. Don't Know How to Party is deeper and Question the Answers is harder, but More Noise and Other Disturbances shows the best of the finest band to come out of Massachusettes (yes, fuck the Pixies). I, sadly, did not get into the Bosstones until their Let's Face It days, but let's face it (fucking worst pun), anytime is a good time for Dicky Barret. So let's fuck the "pretentious name-dropping of groundbreaking indie bands" and "laundry listing of CDs to show how much of a fan I am" and get to what's fucking what. So what is fucking what?
Awfully Quiet: Great opener with the usual, brash Dicky Sound with peppy ska strokes and great horn lines.
Where'd You Go?: Single off of Where'd You Go?, so it's been done before, but it's still a sick song with a nice intro and such a sweet breakdown after "I wanna know" (gets me every time).
Dr. D.: The Used, MCR, and Story of the Year all wish they didn't sound like such pussies when they screamed. They all get upstaged by fucking ska. There is a God.
It Can't Hurt: Back to the basics. Nice bass line from the Bass Fiddleman and great lyrics; "Shut your mouth and swallow that" was never deep, but it sounds so damned good.
What's at Stake: Harder, louder....goddamned right.
Cowboy Coffee: Fast and out of control, this song gets me in the mood to relive my more athletic and fit days and skank the hell out of life.
I'll Drink to That: This song > sliced bread.
Guns and the Young: Once again Dicky lays it down and carries a whole song on his back and that's fine with me.
He's Back: For the longest of times, this was my favorite song in the world. Smooth guitar, great horns, and a nice little story with all my boyhood fantasies in it. Ahh, nostalgia.
Bad in Plaid: So 90's. Sooo glorious.
They Came to Boston: If the horns don't send rhythm down your spine, you must be too used to listening to "ska" like this.
So bust out your plaid jacket, rainbow bow ties, golf pants, see-thru sunglasses and flat top haircuts, throw this record on, have a few drinks, and relive this masterpiece.