It's weird, isn't it, the way that music can fold you right back in on yourself, bringing you into contact with older versions of yourself.
Even though the lyrics to this song are kind of teenage and bratty and potentially annoying, the music just sells me on the message every time I hear it. I love the way that Sleater-Kinney make the clash between the riffs and the vocals tell the story, so that when Carrie Brownstein's calling the whole world out during the breakdown, her guitar line has a ragged, defiantly detuned quality that builds up into a Godzilla monster stomp. When you factor in Janet Weiss' militaristic back-beat and Corin Tucker's first-pleading-then-declarative backup vocals... well, what can I say? I'm just right there with them, ready to charge out of the trenches and into some sort of ultra-indie battle against mediocrity.
It's just like high school all over again, but this time with better music and