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"&lt;p&gt;The beauty of classic punk rock lies in its utter simplicity: Crude rhythms, rude attitude, pumping adrenaline and a &lt;em&gt;loudly&lt;/em&gt; pronounced point of view are key. Once you get sucked in by that formula, any punk band sounds good at first &amp;#x2014; because the musical rush is so basic, familiar and overwhelming. That&amp;apos;s also the reason most punk bands &amp;#x2014; and records &amp;#x2014; ultimately turn out to be crap. In punk the good stuff actually unfolds and gains meaning as you listen without sacrificing any of its electric, haywire immediacy. And Green Day are as good as this stuff gets.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;wm:embed type=\"related\"&gt;&lt;/wm:embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;With its members barely into their 20s, this Bay Area trio brought punk kicking and sneering onto the pop charts with its third album, last year&amp;apos;s &lt;em&gt;Dookie.&lt;/em&gt; The mere fact that &lt;em&gt;Insomniac&lt;/em&gt; isn&amp;apos;t a &amp;quot;long-awaited follow-up&amp;quot; points to how smart these guys really are. Spending a lot of time recording and slaving over their mosh-pit ditties would&amp;apos;ve been a surefire recipe for disaster. &lt;em&gt;Insomniac&lt;/em&gt; wastes no time offering up the same kind of pure pleasures that enlivened &lt;em&gt;Dookie:&lt;/em&gt; ramalama hooks, goony humor and punk commitment and passion. Once again, guitarist and singer Billie Joe&amp;apos;s adenoidal vocal whine is expertly deployed; he remains engaging rather than annoying &amp;#x2014; just barely, but that&amp;apos;s part of the charm. And without slipping into virtuosity, Billie Joe, bassist Mike Dirnt and drummer Tr&amp;#xE9; Cool have improved and tightened up their playing; they give &lt;em&gt;Insomniac&lt;/em&gt;&amp;apos;s short, fast songs leaping, dynamic arrangements, and they vary the rhythmic pace of their all-out assault just enough to keep things interesting.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insomniac&lt;/em&gt; begins at a breathless pogopop pace with &amp;quot;Armatage Shanks&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Brat.&amp;quot; When a lyric fragment jumps out of the thick mix, it sticks like glue after the sonic rumble moves on: &amp;quot;Stranded ... lost inside myself&amp;quot; on &amp;quot;Armatage&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;I&amp;apos;m getting bored, and I&amp;apos;m going nowhere fast&amp;quot; on &amp;quot;Brat&amp;quot; are typical. They may read like clich&amp;#xE9;s on paper, but with the music propelling them, Billie Joe&amp;apos;s puns and comic protests ring with truth if not profundity.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;Not every Green Day chant is so happy-go-lucky, however. The circular choruses of &amp;quot;Stuck With Me&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Geek Stink Breath&amp;quot; turn in on themselves, summoning up a believable nihilistic fury. &amp;quot;I&amp;apos;m blowing off steam with methamphetamine,&amp;quot; Billie Joe barks on the latter, &amp;quot;and my pulse is beating out of time.&amp;quot; While he sweats and shakes, the band duplicates the off-center nervous energy of a speed trip. But Green Day may be better at uplift than down-in-the-gutter wallowing. Major chords and martial rhythms turn &amp;quot;No Pride,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Bab&amp;apos;s Uvula Who&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;86&amp;quot; into stirring, Clash-style anthems even though the lyrics deal with alienation (&amp;quot;No Pride&amp;quot;), all-consuming anger (&amp;quot;Bab&amp;apos;s&amp;quot;) and the easy comforts of nostalgia (&amp;quot;86&amp;quot;).&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;For self-declared &amp;quot;snot noses with no jobs,&amp;quot; Green Day actually possess a subtle sense of humor. Witness &amp;quot;Brain Stew&amp;quot; on &lt;em&gt;Insomniac:&lt;/em&gt; It&amp;apos;s a slogging Ozzy-style metal meltdown that provides a breather and some comic relief without lapsing into cheap irony or sarcasm. And it, er, rocks. Proof that the once-rigid dividing line between punk and metal &amp;#x2014; rock&amp;apos;s traditional homes for troubled teens &amp;#x2014; has been erased over the last few years.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;Punk has always been about getting in touch with your inner adolescent. A lot of tangled emotions and self-destructive impulses get unearthed in that process, and the quest has proved too much for Sid Vicious, Kurt Cobain and a thousand other tragic cases. Yet the musical chain of punk, traced by critic Lester Bangs back to &amp;quot;La Bamba,&amp;quot; by Ritchie Valens, hasn&amp;apos;t been broken yet &amp;#x2014; from the garage bands of the &amp;apos;60s to the underground rockers of the &amp;apos;70s, from the hardcore hordes of the &amp;apos;80s to the platinum punks of today. More than any of their peers, Green Day understand what has kept this self-consciously rebellious strain of pop so strong and relevant.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;p&gt;The core message of &lt;em&gt;Insomniac&lt;/em&gt; &amp;#x2014; like all great punk records &amp;#x2014; is that redemption is possible only through cold-eyed realism, not trendy nihilism or bleak despair. When Billie Joe yells, &amp;quot;I&amp;apos;ve got a knack for fucking everything up,&amp;quot; on top of a brutal, unforgiving wall of sound, you feel like he&amp;apos;s confiding, not rationalizing. The recent mainstream acceptance of punk triggered by Green Day says more about our society at large than it does about the current state of rock &amp;amp; roll. Perhaps Green Day have sold more records than the Sex Pistols and the Clash combined because the world is so much more &amp;quot;fucked up&amp;quot; than it was 20 years ago. When Billie Joe gladly declares himself a &amp;quot;Walking Contradiction&amp;quot; on &lt;em&gt;Insomniac&lt;/em&gt;&amp;apos;s closing track, asserting that he&amp;apos;s a &amp;quot;smart ass, but I&amp;apos;m playing dumb,&amp;quot; anybody who has chafed against the bounds of the demographically correct, computer-coded, image-conscious mid-&amp;apos;90s can relate.&lt;/p&gt;"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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