CD Reviews

Star Fucking Hipsters | Until We’re Dead

Fat Wreck Chords (2008)

By BARRY THOMPSON | October 8, 2008

3.5 Stars

I was about to give this four stars — then I began to wonder whether my giddiness over finally getting the Star Fucking Hipsters album might be clouding my judgment. Of course, one could argue that anything called Star Fucking Hipsters gets an automatic three stars. Direct from prison (no shit, Fat Mike from NOFX had to bail out two Fucking Hipsters to record this thing), with current and former members of more notable bands than you can blow a cloud of crack smoke at, four years in the making, Star Fucking Hipsters can no longer be dismissed as Sturg Fuckin’ Hipster/Stza Crack’s vanity side project. Although the weakest bits of Until We’re Dead sound like aborted tracks from his other band, Leftover Crack, these are in the minority. The songs featuring co-vocalist Nico de Gaillo (also of Americana bumpkineers Casa De Chihuahua) are a helluvalot more distinctively Fucking Hipsters — the likes of “Immigrants & Hypocrites” and “Zombie Christ,” with big epic hooks neatly couched in doom-punk crash-’em-ups. They sing a lot of mean things about police officers, but maybe they wouldn’t have such a bone to pick if the NYPD didn’t keep shutting their shows down and arresting them for things (like throwing doughnuts).

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