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Devils Night Out, 1989
Written by Dicky Barrett and Joe Gittleman
On their debut album, the Bosstones smash ska and punk together with a reckless enthusiasm they would later trade for greater precision. The playing is loose, fast, and infectiously joyful, driven by one of the band's most memorable horn riffs. Barrett spits out the lyrics with a delighted frenzy, listing all the things he'd be sad to lose (his hair, his youth, his girl), but circling back to the titular wallet, jokingly given the same gravity. I wonder if the song is a winking nod to the punk fashion of having wallets on chains?
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