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You downright stole the show at Woodstock 94 by flinging mud
at 300,000 slimy trustafarians. And while many bands artistically
implode after massive, massive success, you've continued to
release solid collections of witty, high-energy melodic rock
even after the suburban supernova known as Dookie.
Just as I started to wonder when you'd follow-up 2000's folkish,
underappreciated Warning, I caught wind of an intriguing rumor:
word 'round the campfire was you recorded an album of Devo-inspired
tunes with a couple of your Bay Area buds, saw Warner Bros.
reject it, then released it yourselves on Billie Joe's Adeline
label. Oh, and you called this new project The Network, and
hid your identities with Mexican wrestling masks and silly
aliases like Captain Underpants.
But as much as I love the concept of futuristic luchadors
hocking spitballs at the next generation of American Devolution,
I refuse to believe that you guys had anything to do with
the songwriting on Money Money 2020. In fact, I sincerely
hope it was the other two dudes who wrote these tuneless tunes,
and you three, as personal favors, just showed up to zap whatever
life into them that you could. True, "Supermodel Robots" is
a harmless pogo-pop sugarhigh, and "Hungry Hungry" has a sleek
and sexy Kraftwerk pulse; they would have made interesting
diversions on the next proper Green Day record. On Money Money
2020, however, they're barely enough to divert my attention
from how the remaining ten songs sound as empty and uninspired
as the characters they're supposed to be satirizing. Now please,
I beg you, go back to what you guys do best before you do
something even more ridiculous, like cover "I Fought the Law"
for a Pepsi Super Bowl commercial.
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