If there's one thing Tim Armstrong and Lars Frederiksen really dig writing about putting drugs, poverty, depression, and rebellion aside — it's places. Comb through Rancid
's discography and you'll hit at least a couple dozen references to locales, especially cities, spread across the planet. Among other spots, the band has talked about Shanghai, Memphis, Olympia, Wash., Sierra Leone, Detroit, and, on several occasions, New York City.
Of course, the Berkeley-bred outfit has a special soft spot for California. “Brad Logan” begins with references to Santa Ana and Anaheim Hills, “Outgunned” mentions Bakersfield, “Civilian Ways” nods to Marysville, and a bunch of songs allude to Los Angeles. Rancid's feelings on its native state aren't warm and cuddly all the time — in “Antennas,” “Let California fall into the fucking ocean” is chanted like a prayer that best come true — but ultimately, the group does love California very much.