
Trying to evaluate your favorite band's latest album is sort of like how I imagine self-performed open-heart surgery. And to boot, having that band be Brand New —a gang that earns as much sharp-tongued bullets as it does hugs and wet dream objectivity—it's like your words should be as ground-breaking as they come. They're the reason I literally wear a nickel around my neck (a nod to "The No Seatbelt Song," my dears). This Daisy conglomeration of a rock-and-ail renegade reaction has been pleasantly ground into my ears [...]