Holy sh*t this band sucks along with all of the others in their genre. When are flip-flop-wearing, angst-ridden suburbanites going to realize that whiny vocals and repetitive power-chord strumming is not real music? Get over your trivial problems, you faggots...I don't care if your dad makes you clean your room or if some chick you think you're in love with likes your best friend. Get a job and stop inspiring more talentless metrosexuals to get together and write bad poetry with big (out of context) words interspersed in elementary sentences. These songs don't make any f*cking sense, and the fact that whole generation thinks that this garbage "speaks to them" is even funnier than the music itself. And please don't say that I don't understand, because you don't either...no one does...it's unintelligible dreck. Period.
Dashboard Confessional is at the vanguard of the emo scene--a disgusting derivative of punk rock.
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