I'm going back to my roots.
The lyrics on this, as angsty and pathetically screamed like Danny Stillman would die if he didn't get them out, are not the most intricate thing. Drop Dead, Gorgeous isn't even unheard of. But you know what? They are not okay and they are okay with knowing that, and they channel it into pure, pure heartbroken and angry sound. If you can get over their obsession with being a blood brothers sounding band (because they will never be as good, but they can still try) then you might enjoy this just as much as I do. Honestly? They are the soundtrack to driving around at night when you're all shook up and just need something to scream at the steering wheel and feel completely alone and like you're the only one who's ever been where you are, and you're the only one who can honestly feel as bad as you feel.
we all have something to scream about.