Fidlar is a band from L.A. Their name is an acronym: Fuck it, dog, life’s a risk. There are four of them, they are social blemishes, and they are perhaps the greatest band in the history of humankind.
If you were to fuse Black Flag, the Libertines, Birthday Party, Circle Jerks, Fear, Gun Club, Ramones and the Cramps, you would get something like Fidlar. They sing about getting drunk, getting stoned, being broke and – lots – skateboarding. They don’t care about school, politics, or anything beyond the next ten minutes. In this way, they are the summit of all rock’n’roll achievement.
My fave band remains the Menzingers, but Fidlar are in the Pennsylvania quartet’s rear-view mirror. They are everything bands today are not: loud, snotty, passionate, young and committed. Also, they should be committed.
If I was young again, I’d quit everything, and follow them around North America. I love them that much. (They’re in Toronto on April 5, and Montreal the next night.)