Some of the rich orange globes of life-yet-to-be always wash from the streambed gravel where they were deposited a few months earlier by salmon that had died, poignantly, mere hours after making whoopee.

because continual Respiration is necessary for the Support of our Lives, it is made with annulary Cartilages, to keep it constantly open

So likewise the greatest winds, if they have no coarctation, or blow not hollow, give an interior sound

There are sharp lyrics, lovely harmonies at the hook and a pair of raucous guitar minisolos, a minute apart, which constitute this album’s most explicit moment of Rancid reaching beyond itself for something greater, and getting it.