 
Talking shit or saying anything remotely negative about Go It Alone after all they’ve been through in the past few years (namely, staying together through great trauma including the paralysis of their drummer for most of 2004 whose valiant recovery made this, their debut LP, possible), is kind of like saying that Christopher Reeves wasn’t that great of an actor. He’s a national hero, for chrissake. In the same way, these Vancouverites are inspiring to a lot of people. They give Canadian punk rockers one of their two things to be proud of. So if I were the type to apologize for anything, I would apologize for what I’m about to say. But since I’m not - This album is nothing special. Certainly nothing that makes you want to learn how to walk again. I’ve heard it done a million times better by better bands a million times over. If you’re into hardcore at all, you already own this, at least 5 copies – or did until you sold your record collection for dope. What some people call their ‘intelligent’ lyrics, I call ‘pedantic whining’. Halfway through the first track, you want to turn it off. And you do. It doesn’t suck in the sense that if you were in the desert and
had only Go It Alone and, say, Gwen Stefani to choose between, then
(and only then) you’d be really fucking happy to hear Go It Alone.
But that’s the best I can do. - Valeria Vegas |
Go It
Alone