The Hard-Ons – Most People are a Waste of Time

Yeah, yeah, yeah, The Hard-Ons used to command a lot of respect from various eminent sectors of the punk scene but now they’re a relic, right? An antiquated memory of bygone days, like the punks that sit on Camden Lock, unaware that they’re simply a picture-postcard waiting to be sold to a tourist? As much as you can want this sneering lump of an album to be anything other than the above, it’s impossible. Like Youth Brigade almost sang, “old punks don’t die, they just release really shit albums with as much originality and spark as something that slides out of your nose in the depths of winter.”

But, then again, if you’re a fan of mid-tempo punk rock that truly redefines the term “plodding”, then this might be the album of the year. If you’re into pseudo-humour, awful lyrics and the very definition of repetitive music, then “Most People Are A Waste of Time” is going to be right up your alley. And yeah, fair enough, ‘Poorest Kid on the Block” zips along with a buzz and fizz that could make a particularly receptive teenager pogo around their room but that’s basically it as far as the excitement stretches. Obviously, this is going to slip firmly into a niche of core Hard-Ons fans who will spoon it down and ask (obnoxiously) for more, but this isn’t just an anachronism, it’s a badly-executed anachronism that is as reactionary and backwards as foxhunting.

Most People are a Waste of Time? If they make toss like this then they are.