It’s no surprise that fans snapped up the chance to see Gossip – and the rest of TOYC live – and so many extra dates were added, because for many, that album is a massive nostalgia trip.
For the people invested in it (of which there are many, since the album is certified Gold), it marks a certain period in their lives; their teenage years, or early-20s. When things mainly consisted of sweeping your fringe to the side and figuring out the best way to sneak alcohol into Slam Dunk (empty suntan lotion bottles usually worked… we hear).
It throws back to the years where you were finding your feet in the world – forging friendships (and later fucking them up), figuring out what the hell you’re going to do with your life, and navigating the minefields of dating, love and break-ups. TOYC was the perfect soundtrack to our Dawson’s Creek-esque lives, and the voice of our generation, from a UK perspective (perhaps importantly, with most pop-punk at the time emanating from America).
In 2003, Chicago pop-punks Fall Out Boy released their debut, Take This To Your Grave; a bitter break-up record. And, in a way, Take Off Your Colours, which arrived five years later (when FOB were already off losing their minds in the madness of Folie à Deux), was the British version.
The lyrical matter was equally as juvenile (perhaps why the band cringe when they look back), the sound of a 17-year-old literally spilling his guts on record. And the result? In both instances… raw and visceral. And registering a big fat zero on the ‘fucks to give’ scale. Put simply: it was exciting, real and relatable.
There were stories of a man (or boy? Lad? Dude?) scorned, in You’ve Made Your Bed (So Sleep In It). The title summing things up pretty well, it called out a girl for cheating – her indiscretions uncovered after her lipstick was found on the backseat of her best mate’s car (uh oh).
‘You've made your bed, so sleep in it / But never call me again,’ sung Josh matter-of-factly, before adding ‘You've made your bed, so sleep with him / But know I'm the best you'll get’. If ‘yassss kween’ had been a thing at the time, we’d have been yelling it, since lines like those just made you root for the guy in the song. Or just Josh. We were rooting for Josh.
Similar narratives ran through tracks like Save It For The Bedroom, with the chorus line ‘So who’s keeping score on who is a whore? / With you by my side, that look in your eye’ and one of the most satisfying middle-eights in pop-punk history, those 20 lines of ‘Save it for, save it for the bedroom’. What the hell has this girl done?! We wondered, while also relating what we could to less than savoury characters in our own lives.