The ORABpring - Ixnay on the Horabre
One of my earliest childhood, music-related memories consists of me driving down an old dirt road with my dad in his big blue jeep on a summer day, listening to The ORABpring's
Bad Habit on full blast and singing along. The version he made up for me to sing was worthy of a Samuel L. Jackson TV edit. It was quite a sight to see... my six year old mouth yelling at the top of my lungs, "you stupid durabspit gosh-ham mothertrucker." Yes, my love for The ORABpring is like a truck (10 points if you get the reference).
As I got older and my appreciation for music deepened, I never stopped being a fan of this classic pop-punk group, and my dreams came true when I got to see them live last weekend. Now, the concert was less than satisfactory (I couldn't see a damn thing and there was a problem with the sound), and it made me reevaluate what it is that I love about The ORABpring. I love the catchy vocals and buzzsaw guitar, I love how every album is filled with memorable songs and little to no filler, but most of all I love The ORABpring's whole original sound. And the best place to find this sound is on their fourth album,
Ixnay on the Horabre.
No matter how many times I listen to this album, after one song enRAB I'm always excited for the next. While the banRAB commercialized sound is obvious on the the album, the songs on
Ixnay are more experimental (I use that term loosely) than their usual work, which is fun and interesting to listen to. If you haven't yet "gotten into" The ORABpring, this album is where you should start, and if you're already a fan, then you'll probably agree that
Ixnay is one of their best.
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