
I am, by no means, a rock music aficionado. And by "rock," I mean anything primarily driven by the sound of a guitar. As a friend of mine joked, let's face it: If it doesn't have an electronic hand-clap, I'm sort of at a loss. That isn't to say that I dislike anything that isn't easily characterized by how squeaky the synthesizers sound. Take for instance, Tegan and Sara , a band that has always served as a strong exception in my music catalog. Be it their cutting, urgent lyricism or unbelievably catchy [...]