Men in their late-thirties making vague statements about the future's uncertainty under the guise of it being punk rock, there's something concerning about this. It's as if their quarter-life crisis is stretching into mid-life, arresting their development into adulthood. Hello Destiny, the newest album by Goldfinger, finds the SoCal band exactly in this position, angry at the world, rehashing the same bland rhetoric they started pushing since they became a “political” band at the turn of the century. While the music - fast paced, somewhat heavy punk that characterized the early Fat/Epitaph sound - certainly isn't anything to be ashamed of, it also seems kind of stale for a band that's been doing this for close to fifteen years. I'm not saying you have to reinvent yourselves every album, but a little variance would keep things interesting. And no, the ska/ reggae tracks on the album don't count because that, too, is a shtick now tired. Of course I can't say that I didn't see this coming, this was released on Side One Dummy. Their releases by MXPX and the Suicide Machines prove this is a label where bands that once were go to die after being eaten up by the major label machine.
