Todd, you bastard! You know I have a deep-seated loathing for “modern” pop punk and emo, yet you give me this. Now I find myself perched on a rather precarious fence. It embodies much of what I hate about the genre(s), primarily its wimpiness, but goddamn if I don’t find myself listening to it over and over again. These are some really, really good songs here, rich in hooks and catchy singalongs that in no way resemble “oi oi” chants or youth crew anthems. It’s like hearing the spirit of Husker Du (one of my all-time favorite bands) filtered through some Fat band I loathe. Fuck, I feel like a diabetic sitting in a dark room gleefully bingeing on mocha almond fudge ice cream with crushed peanut butter cups mixed in, fully aware of the detrimental effect it will have on me but not being able to help myself. There’s no lyric sheet. I bet the lyrics suck, right? There just has to be something tangibly wrong with this. Ugh, I’ll feel dirty. I’ll have you know I’m gonna have a hard time sleeping tonight. Fucker.