But what begins as an amusing fluff piece (“Daddy’s messed up,” mumbles one woozy subject after dropping his gurgling infant) slowly emerges as a compelling and often touching peek at punk paternity. Men who never expected to live long enough to start families now find themselves, like Jim Lindberg of Pennywise, torn between punishing tour schedules and the determination to attend a father-daughter dance. And instilling values in your offspring is a tad more challenging when, like Fat Mike of NOFX, you have a dominatrix tattooed on each arm.

Driven by memories of broken homes and absent or abusive fathers, the film’s interviewees speak with a candor that, particularly in the case of Everclear’s Art Alexakis, can be devastating. And though wives and girlfriends are regrettably ignored, these dads have plenty to say about breadwinning in an age of free downloads and ever more youthful audiences. Unlike the Rolling Stones and their ilk, whose fans are sliding companionably into their dotage alongside them, punk tends to be the refuge of the young and the restless.