Just about five minutes ago I accidentally grabbed a week old can of beer, filled with spitty warm phlegm and took a huge gulp, which about sent me into a rancid bitter beer face convulsion. That shit sucked almost as bad as this chode butt-sack emo shite. "Chiodos," you know like the stretch of skin between your asshole and ballzack. I'm not really into bands with lame, hard to pronounce names. Plus when it has screaming bitch vocals aligned with what sounds like a twelve year-old locking his nuts in a vice for masochistic pleasure, it pushing my patience buttons.

I thought that the quote of the day "I'll stop stabbing when you stop screaming" (written on the side of the case) was quite strange and angry. I thought the only domestic violence emo dudes were Glassjaw, but these guys love to slap the bitch up. Not one but two overused "interludes" give you a nice break and plenty of time to load your gun for the rest of the album. You will be angry and sad, looking for someone to blame for this misfortune The vocal breakdown in "Expired in Goreville" sounds a little too much like At The Drive-In for me so please step the fuck off my toes you emo pussies. Dude, get over that chick and write catchy songs about how dorky emo kids look or something. Oh yeah, I forgot screaming about how a girl realized how lame you were and broke your heart and crying about it for three albums straight is fucking hot right now. It's a Circa Survive meets a pile of steamy horseshit that Silverstien left behind.