Alright, let’s dive into Davey Suicide by Davey Suicide. Yeah, the dude named his album after himself—confident move or total ego trip? Either way, it’s a wild ride that came out in 2013 under Antisystem Records, and if you’re into rock with some edge, this one might just slap for you.
First off, the tracklist is kinda chaotic but in a good way. It’s like Davey couldn’t decide what vibe he wanted, so he threw everything at the wall to see what stuck. And honestly? A lot of it sticks. Two tracks that really stood out to me were “Kids of America” and “I’ll Take A Bullet For You.”
“Kids of America” hits hard right outta the gate. It’s got this raw energy that makes you wanna crank it up while driving too fast down an empty highway. The lyrics are simple but punchy, talking about rebellion and being young and pissed off at the world. I think it sticks with me because it’s relatable—you know, that feeling when you’re young and everything feels unfair, but also kinda thrilling? This song bottles that perfectly.
Then there’s “I’ll Take A Bullet For You,” which flips the script a bit. It’s more emotional, almost like a love letter wrapped in leather and barbed wire. There’s something about how Davey sings it—it’s not polished or perfect, but that’s what makes it work. You can tell he means it, even if the metaphor is a little over-the-top. Plus, the chorus is sticky as hell; don’t act like you won’t hum it later.
The rest of the album has its moments too. Tracks like “Grab A Gun & Hide Your Morals” bring the aggression, while “In My Chest Is A Grave” leans darker and moodier. But yeah, sometimes it feels like Davey tries too hard to shock you. Like, do we really need two versions of the same song on here? Feels a bit extra, dude.
Overall, Davey Suicide isn’t gonna change your life or anything, but it’s fun as hell if you’re in the mood for loud guitars and zero chill. It’s messy, sure, but maybe that’s the point. Rock music doesn’t always have to be clean-cut to hit the spot.
Oh, and random thought: Why does every other song title sound like it belongs on a T-shirt sold outside a skate shop? Not complaining though—it’s part of the charm. If nothing else, this album reminds you that rock ‘n’ roll doesn’t gotta take itself too seriously.
