I stood in the dark backyard, waiting for the concert to begin as a blue glow poured from the open basement door. Regardless of how nervous I was, the warmth of the basement was inviting on such a cold evening. Plus, the friendliness of the strangers around me made me excited to descend into the concert with them.
P Daddy celebrates its own absurdity, writing party anthems about feeling inadequate. The music often rejects rumination and accepts a strain of Camus-based-philosophy, asserting that one can find joy by embracing the absurdity of life. It seems that the music is telling you to embrace sorrow, but find joy despite it.
The pop-punk scene of the late 2000s to early 2010s was a time that almost anyone in college now can remember with general disgust and an occasional fit of nostalgia. This general feeling is one that, for the past three years now, I’ve felt and understood on a personal level, having been a part of that scene quite heavily in my “youth.”