It reminds me of what might occur if Thursday and Cursive collaborated. If that sounds appealing, you should stop reading now because this album is unimaginative, uninspiring, and almost completely uninteresting. Stop. Start. Scream. Croon. Melody. Mosh. Yawn. Go play drums on your chest and stare at your shoes some more. Find something to yearn over and don’t come back until you’ve either fought your way out of a paper bag or moved past the same stupid fucking trend that’s drowning the creativity of all the other bands like you.