Danika McDonald
writer
Self-proclaimed “wannabes,” The Dirty Heads do very little to differentiate themselves from other ska bands like Ill Scarlet. But maybe that’s alright. The most recognizable track is “Lay Me Down,” which was played quite frequently on Sonic. It doesn’t really sway far from that style.
Its catchy tunes are parasites attacking the portion of the brain beaming with academia. I would not suggest playing this album while studying; the desire to change into a swimsuit, fill up the ol’ kiddie pool, and call some friends over for a living room beach party is strong (insert obvious drug reference here).
The feel-good tracks of Any Port in a Storm definitely set the mood of good times, free love and self indulgence, but doesn’t provide much variety. Oddly enough, the band acknowledges this in their song, “Believe.”
“I never wanted something so badly/I wanted to play guitar and sing just like Bradley,” Jared Watson chimes. Though their emulation of Sublime is apparent, The Dirty Heads also combine the laid back romantics of Jack Johnson in their lyrics — an odd combination, but proving their lack of individual style nonetheless.
The album is enjoyable, but at a certain extent, a tad obnoxious. Especially when its Albertan fan base is getting ready to brave another winter. Any Port In a Storm is like that annoying friend that goes to Mexico in January and comes home with a nice tan and corn braids. (Murder suddenly seems justified.)
Jokes aside, the band is just out to have a good time. It’s up to the audience to decide if these playful hooligans deserve a listen.
