The Horse Latitudes
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Nothing Feels Good
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Thirty Degrees Everywhere |
Very Emergency
This generation's emo is crap. They have
like Red Jumpsuit this and Three Times Dope that. It's all garbage
sung by pretty-boy whiners. Where are the lead singers with
lisps and songs about the Jersey Shore and stuff? Here they
are, you little punk-asses. Granted, TPR has already turned
seriously towards the commercial spectrum with this album, but
I can't help loving these hook-filled tunes of partying and
loving and leaving and band members and whatnot. Honestly, the
songs are kind of nonsensical, but belted out with such pop
abandon, that I don't give two craps about it. There's just
something life-affirming about these tunes that doesn't come
with the Sorrow Parade or Wednesday's Baby, or whatever these
latest bands are called. I mean The Promise Ring have lyrics
like "You dropped a bomb on my bad day" for god's sake! That
shit is brilliant. The brilliance is short, unfortunately, but
leaves that nice, minty flavor in your mouth as it fades into
the crapfest that TPR becomes with its very next output. |
Wood/Water |
Musical Connections:
CaP'n Jazz
Dashboard Confessional
Maritme
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