Evidently,
Fat Mike's a pretty big fan of
the Real McKenzies. He signed them to Fat Wreck for 2005's
10,000 Shots, and even played bass for most of the album under the alias "Fat McMichael." Other than their shifting lineup, though,
the McKenzies remain largely unchanged from the sound of past records like
Oot & Aboot or
Loch'd & Loaded.
Shots is full of revved-up Scottish traditionals and revivalist punk originals, and the endearingly gruff
Paul McKenzie leads the way. The rousing "Pour Decision" puts bagpipes over
Social Distortion rhythm guitar, and
Mike Ness would certainly be happy with
McKenzie's sentiment. "A punk musician just ain't as cute at 53," he sings. "I have forsaken money makin'/Yeah, you still wish you were me." It's this self-deprecating pride that separates
the McKenzies from similarly hybridist groups like
Dropkick Murphys or
Flogging Molly. They're looser, more ragged, maybe a little less reverent. It's not that
McKenzie is less proud of his Scottish Canadian heritage, or less committed to old favorites like "Farewell to Nova Scotia" or songs set to the words of legendary Scottish bard
Robert Burns. But like
Fat Mike and
NOFX, there's a rambling, rapid-fire sense of humor to
the Real McKenzies' work, heard here in "Bugger Off," say, or the good-natured slag "I Hate My Band" ("They've cost me my dog, my job and my wife!").
Matt MacNasty's bagpipe is particularly impressive over the melodic hardcore stutter of "Skeleton and the Tailor," and "Catalpa" is acoustic with impressive harmony vocals and mandolin leads, while the punchy, triumphant "Best Day Until Tomorrow" dispenses some advice any grandmother from the old country would heartily endorse. "Enjoy what'chas got, not what you have not."