Reno Divorce

Reno Divorce - Naysayers and Yesmen

Don't know if any of these cats have actually ever been to Reno, but I do know some other places they've haunted. Orlando, for one, where they originally formed, a bunch of young and snotty greaser punks melting in the heat, pawing at the miniskirt mob and wrenching their mean machines, pausing once in awhile to light filterless cigarettes and nod in complete agreement when somebody said, "You know, Social Distortion and the Supersuckers are fuckin' boss." I know they've been to the graveyard of empty bottles, as well, because they broke up soon after, a bunch of sullen superheroes without a mission. And I know they've been to Denver, because that's where they find there long lost mojo and got the band back together, recording this here testament to life on the wrong side of the tracks, played with gritty punk authenticity and raunch n' roll swagger, which makes me think they've been to the gutter as well, since they sing it's praises with such conviction of Naysayers. Oh, and they've definitely been to the tattoo parlor. They're probably there right now, trading dirty jokes and writing new songs in their heads, songs that will get the rebel boys to pump their fists and hit the gas, make the pretty girls swoon, and cause their landlords to scribble threatening eviction notices and tape them to the doors of apartments that they'll never make the rent for. That's some of the places where I'm positive Reno Divorce have been. Where are they going? Jail, most likely.