from the LP Mommy’s Little Monster, 13th Floor Records, 1983Darlings of the entire punk rock universe, and for good reason, Social D has been feeding the angsty masses for over three decades now (excepting for a brief recess in the mid ‘80s while singer & guitarist Mike Ness got off dope), endearing themselves to each successive generation and providing the template that Vans-era crews like Pennywise & The Offspring have used to much accomplishment; as much bickering as there was between all of punk’s subgenres through the years, I’ve never heard anyone say a bad word about Social D, no lie, they were (are) truly that revered. This was their first full-length album, and though the vibe might be a tad bit immature for someone my age these days (re: “…well I love the sound when I smash the glass, if I get caught they're gonna kick my ass; my mommy's worried ‘bout the way I drink, my daddy can't figure out the way I think…they wake me up, tell me, "get to work," I slam the door, say, "shut up you jerk"; I can't wait ‘til the show tonight, when I'm with my friends every things alright…”), this shit is like the fucking BIBLE when you’re a misunderstood teenager, and so it remains timeless, like much of this great band’s lengthy archives
