Published on Oct 28, 2005
What IS a nimrod? Is it something you call an idiot? Or a little
known hunter from the book of Genesis? Actually, it’s both of
those. And it’s also one hell of a CD.
Green Day’s third major-label release (and fifth overall) marks
the beginning of the Nor-Cal punk band’s transition from “All By
Myself” to “Whatsername.” This album is mixed with their trademark
immature songs (“The Grouch,” “Platypus”) and songs showing their
growth into the band we know today (“Good Riddance,” “Worry Rock.”)
This album shift gears as often as Elizabeth Taylor changes
husbands, yet manages to keep it steady enough to make it
through.
Nimrod starts off with a classic Green Day song, “Nice Guys
Finish Last,” which gives way to “Hitchin’ A Ride,” which starts
eerie and ends as a head-bobbing scream-along. Next is “The
Grouch,” with such memorable lines as “Glory days don’t mean shit
to me / I drank a six-pack of apathy,” and “Oh my God, I’m turning
out like me dad!”
“Scattered,” “All The Time” and “Worry Rock” are where you begin
to see Billie Joe Armstrong’s new musical and lyrical style begin.
He is no longer about laughing in other people’s faces, singing
about teenage boredom and the things that go with it (think
“Longview”). He moves forward in the direction that would
eventually blossom into
American Idiot.
But that doesn’t last long. The fast paced, “F*ck me? F*ck you!”
attitude of “Platypus (I Hate You),” shows that Armstrong isn’t
ready to leave the
Dookie era just yet. Sample lyric: “When you go down / Head
first into the ground / I’ll stand above you just to piss on your
grave.” ‘Nuff said.
Who said this album was gonna be predictable? Once again, the
gears shift for “Uptight,” a softer rock song about a guy on the
verge of suicide. “Perfect picture of bad health / Another notch
scratched on my belt / The future just ain’t what it used to be.”
And again the music shifts back to ’60s rock and more
Warning-esque style Green Day. After a few songs, a trumpet
manages to replace guitar as the main source of melody for the
glorious song about cross-dressing, “King For A Day.” Armstrong
professes his yearning to be a “GI Joe in panty-hose” on occasion.
When the song is played in concert each member of Green Day dons
some sort of female attire, save Billie Joe, who prefers a crown
and cape.
And then there’s “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life).” The slow
song about reflecting on what you once had is the same one that got
played at EVERY high school graduation for the class of ’98, and
yet I never get tired of listening to it because it’s that
good.
This release manages to cover all of Green Day’s bases and
stretch out towards new ones never touched by punk rock. Most
definitely a transition album from the three-chord formula of their
peers into their musical potential,
Nimrod hooks you with
Dookie charm and holds you there with
American Idiot grace.