This band embodies everything I see wrong with “heavy” music these days, at least in America - a real lack of originality. Breakdowns, whiny clean vocals, generic lyrics about girls (as if that hasn't been beaten into the ground already), and a whole lot of these guys wanting to be Underoath and Norma Jean on top of yearning to be a TRL-style sensation.

Wanting your band to be popular isn't a bad thing, as long as it is on your own terms. Taking the obvious measures to ensure stardom by purposely leaning on the “easy listening” crutch is just sad and aggravating. Anybody in a band knows the deal: You do your thing making music, hopefully from the heart, and put yourself out there to be heard. A lot of bands get recognition, and some actually get bigger based on their hard work and talent; but a lot of people want to be in bands just to be popular no matter what the cost, and that's when the bullshit flows and you get watered-down, deliberate posturing like Drop Dead, Gorgeous. I'm not into it, and that is all I get from this band.

All I really need to say about the album itself - aside from the not-funny “funny” song titles and weird, artsy piano interludes - is that all the songs pretty much sound the same, with the exception of track four, “Two Birds, One Stone.” This is the one song on the album that has mostly clean vocals. Once I heard this, I thought, “single,” and after going to the band's Myspace, my suspicions were confirmed. This band is so on purpose … I suppose if you like Underoath, Norma Jean, and the bands with the half-hearted onstage sass that have the mall rats raging in their Atreyu shirts (no dis to U.O. or Norma Jean, but Atreyu sucks), then this is your watered down cup of crappy tea. - Jamie Stewart