Why, oh why, does this band exist? Surely the latest in a long line of clean-cut and positive-thinking pop-punk kids could have simply admired the work of their superiors (The Starting Line, Motion City Soundtrack, Fall Out Boy) from afar without feeling the need to pick up some instruments and veinly attempting to mimick them.
Everything about this band, you've heard and scene (pun intended) elsewhere. Whiny, incessant and repetitive vocals? Check. Lame song titles? Check. Unexciting and uninspired guitar? Check. Practically inaubible basslines that are most probably following the guitar? Check. You get the idea.
If you're looking for an inoffensive guitar pop singalong, then you're on the ball. For the rest of us, it's just the first two words of the album title, over and over and over.
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