Heeeeeere's Jesse

Okay 60 days is a long time. But I have never been one to talk just to hear my own voice. I really, really wish I hadn't killed that fish (abandoned the idea of seeing Brand New @ Avalon). God and the Devil were raging inside me that day and God, er, the Devil, won. Depends on where you stand on the whole, ya know, emo phenomena.

You could ramble the surprisingly short song titles to describe the pungence of beauty that permeates on this thing, but that just doesn't seem fair. If you can remember all the way back to 2003; Jesse Lacey and his boys took a lot of heat for being, well, let's clean it up: less genuine. So they got library cards and turned in their Blockbuster ones. What a difference four years makes.

They have earned our trust. Corporate oil has no bearing here, neither does the criticism it recieves. Ambiguity is exempt too, and has become all of a sudden refreshing. Rather than scuffle with labels, or former tourmates--like the absent-minded professors they have seemingly always been--Brand New have created something to be proud of, while simultaneously maintaining the reins on their own budding futures. What a concept. Some of the best bands of all time mastered this art, and a lot of thier loudest statements weren't this raging. A-