once one of the greatest indie rock bands to emerge from the jawbreaker era, now simply reduced to hackneyed poor-me pop/piano crap.
"man, did you hear jets to brazil's orange rhyming dictionary?"
"yeah, what a fucking great album! hey, did you get perfecting loneliness?"
"yeah, dont ever get that. its awful. its like theyre trying to make you sad, but the music itself makes me want to cry out of sheer terribleness."
"word."
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