Kevin: I just went down for the drinking—I'm a big fan of open container laws. I flew into Atlanta first to have some drinks with my dad. We drank moonshine and talked stupid shit. Then I went down to Savannah, which is actually just like New Orleans because you can walk on the streets and drink, but it's different because it doesn't smell like vomit. I dropped some time down there—went into this dirty strip club at, like, 8 p.m. after drinking all day and just kind of blacked out. When I came to I was like, ‘Fuck, do I have my money? Is there a used condom hanging out of my ass?' It was fun though." Why don't you give me your guidelines on how to be a punk, so all these shitty new bands that call themselves punk can get it right.
But I don't want to call it punk—punk is commercial horseshit. OK, fair enough.
It's as easy as breathing. Learn three chords and cleverly re-arrange them. Spend as little time as possible and go as fast as possible. Listen to Rocket to Russia. If it's really that simple, I guess that explains Good Charlotte.
Horrible bands have a very vital role in music: If there weren't so many horrific bands, the good ones wouldn't sound as good. Maybe the bad ones just learned the wrong three chords. Venomous Concept's self-titled debut is out now on Ipecac Records.