Currently on Warped Tour touting their third full-length album, The Wonder Years is a band of Pennsylvania buddies whose albums progress through a story. This album, Suburbia: I've Given You All And Now I'm Nothing is inspired by the rambling poem "America" by Allen Ginsberg, a small snippet of which appears below:
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
Their sound is pretty much the same as that of Four Year Strong, and I don't suppose that is a bad thing. In fact, Alan and Dan from FYS supply guest vocals on track 6, "Summers in PA." I'm diggin on track 5, "My Life As a Pigeon." Apparently the cohesive story is supposed to be the band's complaints about touring, but I still like how some of the complaints can be translated to life.
Click to Enjoy The Wonder Years - My Life As A Pigeon
And with that, I ask you to embrace beardcore. Yes, it is just going to keep happening. We are going to keep subdividing musical genres until everyone gets their identity boxed right up for you. I happily use the term because it was pretty much named for Four Year Strong, a band I will always respect. What the hell, though. We analyze and categorize every goddamn detail of our lives as we try to justify its worth;, we might as well analyze and categorize our art too.
The Wonder Years actually does a very nice job tying this album up and allowing the inspiration from the poem to shine through with more than just an homage in the title. You can find snippets throughout the tracks, song names, and a summation in the final track on the album, "And Now I'm Nothing."
Click to Enjoy The Wonder Years - And Now I'm Nothing
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.