I guess the best way to describe this band, and their subsequent albums, is the live show I saw last night. They along
with Strata opened for 30 Seconds To Mars. I'd heard the single "Lips Like Morphine" and thought "hey, that chick-
fronted band isn't too good". And when the guitarist came out onstage, I was like "damn... that's not a girl."
Surprisingly, neither is the singer, although looking at them/listening to them, you'd never be able to guess. They
all wear more makeup than just about any girl I know. As for the music, take the absolute worst levels of mascara-
induced, No-way-they-can't-possibly-be-men crying-fit hilarity of the uber-l33t Hot Topic screamo crowd, mix it
with post-80's new wave garbage and you basically have this in a nutshell. Painfully derivative, shamelessly scene, and
encompassing far too many gag-inducing cliches that make 90% of modern music suck horribly, this album is better
left in a dark corner of a crack den, which is just how the band would probably like it. In a dark corner, I mean.
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