New Found Glory, thanks to LostLikeTearsInRain

I’ve always had this idea in my head that there are grand-parents of punk-rock. You’ve got Grandma “Off­spring” with Grand­dad blink-182, and Nanny Green Day with Grandpa Ran­cid. In my opin­ion, every single punk band on the planet can be traced to one of these two happy homes. Sum 41, for example, is Grandpa Rancid’s ball-juice, which has been incub­ated by Nanny Green Day. MxPx are clearly the res­ult of Grand­dad blink slip­ping Grandma Off­spring a length.

New Found Glory, well, put it this way, looks an awful lot like Nanny Green Day and Grand­dad blink were play­ing away.

Their first album, Noth­ing Gold Can Stay came out ten years ago. A lot has happened in the past ten years. Blink-182 have split up, and got back together. So have Ran­cid. Green Day have star­ted writ­ing “rock operas” (which, for the record, is Rus­sian for “Andrew Lloyd Webber musical”… no, really.), and The Off­spring have released three albums, ran­ging from fant­astic (Con­spir­acy of the One) to a com­plete flop (Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace). New Found seem com­pletely obli­vi­ous to all of this. Their latest album is refresh­ing because noth­ing has changed. The num­ber of times I’ve fallen in love with a band, because their first album is incred­ible, and then over the course of a few years, they’ve changed so much as to be almost unre­cog­nis­able is too great to count. New Found, I loved from the start, and they’ve not changed a jot.

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