A lot of songs by the APO Hiking Society have not aged well, despite that tribute album made in 2006 that attempted to make them hip. But the one song that has aged the worst, I feel, is “American Junk.” First of all, its unfortunate marriage of two dated musical styles – pop-tribal, later popularized by Francis Magalona and that 80s Sarsi commercial, and boogie (!) – makes it doubly dated. Secondly, its theatrics and cringingly-corny humor (“Peydro”, “No, Pidro!”) make it three times more dated than it already is. And thirdly, its theme seems very weird today that its datedness has actually quadrupled to this point.