They’re on the Warped Tour and they’re on a major now. You’re either cheering because now you can find their CD at the mall, or you’re sneering “yeah, figures.”
Guitars soar the sky like Top Gun fighter jets, choirs “Oh” majestically, and the beats pound away like ’80s rock, rain splashing off the snare drum’n’shit.
An excursion into Swing-style horns, jazzy anti-ballads, and noir film soundtracks. Anyone looking for balls-out power pop ala ’77 is going to be disappointed.
I don’t feel the need to evaluate the song credibility of any boy band cuz they’ve already made it clear that the music is secondary to the photo shoots.