I am not a fan of NOFX. I follow them, but not religiously. I quite enjoy their songs. But I don’t see what’s so appealing about their fashion direction. I just think that kind of style degrades you (sorry, Fat Mike). I watched NOFX in 2007 at Hard Rock Cafe Bali.
Anyway, this year they are ready to say goodbye, and unlike other bands, they promise there will be no reunion tours. “We aren’t Kiss, or Black Sabbath, or Mötley Crüe. This is the end.”
I don’t know if I can trust Fat Mike. He’s not the most civilised guy with his mouth.
“It’s weird, it’s uncertain, it’s scary,” said Mr. Sandin, 57, the group’s drummer who was nicknamed Smelly for the drug-fueled flatulence of his earlier days. (He’s been sober and clean for years.) “I feel like I’m losing a leg.”
NOFX already started their farewell tour a year ago in Barcelona, traveling to 40 cities, with 40 songs per concert, celebrating their 40 years as a band. It will end where it all began for them, in Los Angeles, with three shows, 4–6 Oct 2024.
Mad respect to NOFX. Thank you for the SoCal melodic punk and true D.I.Y. ethos.
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