She/Little wild one/She’s covered in angels/And demons and halos now
from Wild One lyrics by Green Day
Signaling the first shift in the twisted misogyny of the first half ¡Dos!, the LP’s protagonist slings a bit of balladry on a record marred by bland auto-pilot power chord thrashes – an actually tolerable homage to a “wild one,” tapping the sweet realism of being fucked up and alright with that.
