I'm an old dog daddy to a six-year-old. Just like when I was pissed off as a teenager, I turn to music to purge those rotating feelings of anger and anxiety when all I want to do is jump into a hole and hope everything annoying blows over when the role of fatherhood sends things to flash point. There's no such luxury, obviously, so I take it upon myself, as a father to lay down some crazy racket (usually in the car) so I can go a little wacko and then come back to the table with all my cards lined up.
For all you dads out there, you know what I'm talking about. You may or may not jive with these three noise bombs, but they're all pushed to edge, exuberant, honest, raw, loud as hell and hopefully you'll take their intended vibe. They're the sounds of rebellion, because we, as fathers, need to always remember what young angst feels and sounds like once our collective brood hits that critical teen junction in life. We can stay empathetic accordingly, and in the process, go freaking nuts ourselves for a little bit.
The (International) Noise Conspiracy - "The Reproduction of Death"
Refused - "New Noise"
Reverend Horton Heat - "Psychobilly Freakout" Live at Studio 22, 2001