Rancid: "Honor is all we know"

Rancid’s Honor is all we know is their shortest album and the first one since their debut that features less than 19 songs. It’s solid, but the times when Rancid surprised their listeners seem to be over.

Rancid is a band whose albums I had always been looking forward to. Every new release after their landmark record …And out come the wolves offered something new: Life won’t wait was much more mellow and I thought it suited the band well, 2000’s Rancid 5 was an uncompromising and exhilarating hardcore record, and Indestructible emphasized the pop sensibilities that had already been present on their previous records. I was, however, quite disappointed with Let the dominoes fall in 2009. Something just rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it was because for the first time they didn’t surprise me. I thought the lyrics were cliché, their attitude had become a pose, and the whole thing just seemed uninventive and tired to me. Re-listening to it again now, perhaps I found my peace with it. It’s still Rancid, there’s definitely some stuff to like, and even at their most uninspired, it’s still a listenable punkrock record. Let’s just say it with the title of Primus’s 2006 Best-of album: They can’t all be zingers.

Honor is all we know therefore is the first Rancid album for which I didn’t really have any expectations. Perhaps it was a mixture of nervous anticipation and an I’m-not-sure-I-want-to-listen-to-this attitude. Still, I got it as soon as it came out. After a couple of listens, I think that it’s better than Let the dominoes fall. It feels like a band getting together to do what they do best, to do something that seems to come to them easily. All the ingredients for a Rancid record are there: some ska (“Evil’s my friend” and “Everybody’s Sufferin’”), some sing-along punkrock (“Back where I belong,” “Raise your fist,” “Malfunction,” etc.), Tim Armstrong’s idiosyncratic slurred and slightly off delivery, Lars Frederiksen’s more powerful vocals, and Matt Freeman’s great bass lines. I think the way Tim draws out “existsssss” in “Raise your fists” shows that at this point in their career, they are absolutely sure of what they are doing. It’s a short meta-moment that illustrates that they can look at their craft with a certain tongue-in-cheek detachment.

This detachment, however, does not keep them from including some not-so-great lyrics. Lyrical repetitiveness and bad rhymes are pet peeves of mine, so “Diabolical” (with its repetition of “diabolical dance”), “Honor is all we know,” or  “Now we’re through” kind of annoy me.  Another thing that bugs me is that they stick too much to known territory: “Evil is my friend” at times sounds like a ska version of “Lock, step and gone,” and parts of “In the Streets” sound like “Ruby Soho” (both from …And out come the wolves). I like Honor is all we know better than Let the dominoes fall but where their older records always introduced new elements into their sound, these last two albums have settled at mid-tempo punkrock interspersed with some ska (which, I guess, is good news for those who thought Rancid 5 was too harsh and Indestructible too poppy). It’s probably too much to say that they are running out of ideas, but the “experiments” now definitely take place outside of Rancid (for example here).

That moment when fans fear stagnation always reminds me of the guy who tried to raise $10million to get Weezer to break up. What makes us react so strongly to bad albums by our favorite bands? A new album won’t keep us from enjoying the old ones, right? Or does a bad new one somehow devalue the old ones? Perhaps that’s what people are afraid of. Of course, we all would like to remember our favorite bands as the one that recorded several awesome albums and never got worse. Being super excited about a new album and experience that moment of realizing that your favorite band just somehow lost their edge can be  pretty heartbreaking. At the very least, I’d want each new album contain the best part of the previous albums and make them even better. I want it to be a continuous journey rather than one that I cut short prematurely because I don’t want to follow along anymore. It’s the same with movies: if I’m really disappointed with sequels or prequels to movies I love, I find it difficult to just shrug it off. Of course, I can still watch the old ones – but if I’m already treated to a new one, I really want to enjoy my trip back into that world.

Let the dominoes fall felt like Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull to me: yes, there were a lot of elements that reiterate the things I liked about the old stuff or that reminded me why I liked it in the first place. But there are also many details that just didn’t feel right. Honor is all we know, then, is like they would make another Indy movie with Harrison Ford. One that does most things right (and doesn’t include Shia LaBouef or aliens) – but, of course, also one that makes us realize that Harrison Ford will never be a 40-year-old Indiana Jones again.