As quality-of-life issues go, American ska ranks up there with the big boys; gang graffiti, cigar smoke, unleashed dogs. The day-to-day existence of millions of people has been made a shade harder since its arrival. Trying to rank this hazard requires the precision of an insurance-industry actuarial table. One exposure to Skankin' Pickle, for example, is equivalent to a mild case of colonitis. Thirty seconds of any Voodoo Glow Skulls song puts the same amount of stress on your heart as two packs of cigarettes. Goldfinger and Bim Skala Bim and—yes, Orange County, you need to hear this—early No Doubt have all contributed to a public hazard as insidious as smog and as... More >>>