Monday means BandsOnBands, and we’re excited to be posting this PropertyOfZack feature today with Travis Omilian of Banquets. The band will be releasing their new self-titled album on May 7th via Black Numbers, and it can be pre-ordered here.
In this week’s feature, Travis discusses his love for NOFX. Travis starts the feature from the first time he ever heard (and of course fell in love with) NOFX. Travis explains how NOFX always has felt different to him than other bands, and how NOFX became a large influence on the music he both loved and wanted to make. Listen to songs by NOFX on Spotify here and check out what Travis had to say about one of his biggest influences below!
From Travis Omilian of Banquets:
I first heard and fell in love with NOFX in the summer of 1994. It was a pivotal year for punk rock and at 12 years old I was still finding myself. Everyone in the world, or at least my middle school, made their parents buy them the “Dookie” cassette tape and went on and on about the trivial surroundings of it. “Did you hear the hidden song?” They even played “When I Come Around” at the 7th grade dance. It was massive. I listened to it a lot while I played video games and did my homework, but looking back my connection was loose at best. It wasn’t until I heard “Punk in Drublic” that I fully dove in to music and punk in general.
There was a weird off-brand music show that had a “Smash, or Trash” showcase for new music videos. This was my first exposure to NOFX. They premiered the video for “Leave it Alone”, and while I thought it was cool, a 12 year old in 1994 didn’t have much access to finding more information. I recognized the name NOFX from the cd collection of my friend’s older brother. After a month of begging, I convinced him to make me a cassette copy of one of their cds. I’m not sure how that cassette tape held-up for so long, as I didn‘t buy my own copy of the CD until 2 years down the road.
From the first palm-mutes of Linoleum, it felt very different from the rest of my records. I became obsessed with it. Fat Mike’s voice grabbed me. The words that a 12 year old could pick out without the aid of a lyric sheet were the end all, be all, for me. And yes, I admit it, when my parents weren’t home I would crank the hell out of “Perfect Government” and blurt out obscenities at the top of my lungs along with Fat Mike. It was young love and it only grew stronger as the years went by.