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."