The Henry Clay People's "Twenty-five for the Rest of Our Lives"
- Article by: Sean Maloney
- Posted: 06/22/2012
There's a special place in Rock ‘n’ Roll Heaven for bands like The Henry Clay People. They will be greeted by Saints Crackerbash and Possum Dixon with open arms for making high-octane, off-kilter guitar pop that operates at punk rock velocity. This is a good thing, because as much as this formula seems like a path to easy success, it's almost always a road to obscurity. Facts is facts, and even when this sound was at its commercial and critical peak in the mid-90s, it was still playing second fiddle to the lighter, goofier ends of the pop-leaning punk spectrum.
It’s undeniably catchy, unyielding in its earnestness, and yet almost guaranteed to never escape the underground -- ask The Figgs, Flop, Archers of Loaf, or any of the countless bands you’ve never heard of that have mined this territory before. But that's fine! That's even better than fine! Bands like The Henry Clay People aren't meant for mass consumption -- not meant for the charts.
Songs like “Twenty-five for the Rest of Our Lives,” “Living Rooms,” and “EveryBandWeEverLoved” are too explosive, too unapologetic for radio and too unruly for causal listeners. The songs on Twenty-five for the Rest of Our Lives are anthems for music lovers dispossessed by contemporary music culture -- tunes for those that don't subscribe to pre-fab trends and publicist-generated hype -- you know, the kind of people that are probably on the guest list for Rock ‘n’ Roll Heaven.