I’ll leave the technical analysis of this album to the staff who will pick up on the nuances (so I don’t have to). I liked the first D4 album a lot, but it was raw, angrier, and more accidentally poetic. The song titles were more academic and I was in a completely different place, emotionally and geographically. Bloated, extraordinarily poppy and over-produced, I think I’ll scrub off with some Screeching Weasel. From the bathroom, Tom yells, “It sounds like an utterly generic, prep school TV-show soundtrack for bubblegum teenage vampire slayers.” ‘Nuff said.