Friends, Let me tell you this. I ordered this album on a whim and a recommendation. I wasn't expecting too much from it. I feel bad now, Do you want to know why? This album made so many emotions come up. These two guys make musical salavation. I almost drooled over myself. The perfect mix of pop-punk. It wasn't annoying, It wasn't irritating. Plus, They aren't emo enough to make you cut your wrists.
Get Ready for Cutesyness. If that is indeed a word. Their live shows are quite enjoyable, this CD lacks that. Don't get me wrong. I do like this CD, just realize that there is much better albums than this. It has some funny, classic songs, Including a love song about Wayne Gretzchy. Now that takes some skill. After a while all the songs meld together and sound the same.
Boring, Boring, Boring. My friend wanted this and I didn't object. Maybe I should have. This CD is the one of the worst excuses for pop music ever. It's annoying, obsure and unoriginal all in one. Why does god let them live?
Let's say this. Best live show I have seen in a very long time. Not only that, this CD will make you jump out of your seat and dance like the psycho you are. Sing at the top of your lungs and will make you want to go learn the upright bass. The cleaver lyrics on almost the whole album, along with the fun beat it will keep you going for months. Seriously, when was the last time you wanted to go get a sleeve tattooed because of a song? Thats what "Baby Lou Tattoo" will do. HELL YEAH!
Be a Whore, For Cheap Sex. Yes, it is fast. Yes, it is vigorous. Yes, it is fucking better than anything you have heard lately(except for Leftover Crack). Until you have made a concious effort to realize the truths in "Reality TV" please "turn the mother fucker off"
This is the perfect CD to sit there and sing to when you are alone in your room. It has the right ammount of riffs, the most awesome ammount of screaming and the right equation for singing. With a sound that is unique(and fresh to me). If you haven't discovered Kane Hodder yet, now is the time.
