Hostage Calm - st (2010)

pop music exists for a reason. its catchy and its pleasant to listen to. this band clearly makes pop music and in doing so has fallen true to the first great sentence that i typed and was catchy and pleasant to listen to. moving along this band, this force, has been compared by others to the smiths the early beatles and the beach boys, so even in reading that if you're anything like me you say "oh bull fucking shit". someone who actually is paid to do reviews said this

"The shimmering jangle of electric and acoustic guitar layers meet adventurous bass lines, intricately woven together and backed by a colorful percussion section. Soaring choruses and smooth vocal harmonies surge to the forefront, driving political and personal anthems with infectious melody and poetic elegance."

the problem with people who get paid to do reviews is they have to make what they are writing about either the worst thing of all time or the best thing of all time because no one wants to spend their time reading about the mediocre, which in itself is funny because at its whole all art is quite useless.

so these next works will turn a boat load of you off and it really just is not in the favor of the group of people i'm writing this to, but fuck it. this band is notably for lack of looking into any other genre out of sheer apathy, pop punk or to give them more credit popindypunk, which bothers me that it probably is a genre people acknowledge. to some of you that is a death blow and i understand but fuck it, they are, and they're a very competent version of that, and more notably they don't sound like every pop punk band you hate, they're much better and they take themselves more seriously and not in the floppy hair lip ring way but in an actual responsible way that won't disgust you to hear or think about.

the irony of all this is a guy from this band asked me to do a review for him, then i google his band and it turns out they need my negative horseshit review like you need another beard/sea life tattoo. ps i have a beard and a gigantic octopus tattoo on my ribs and i can't convey to you guys how fucking little i like that about myself.

your download link to this album

this is my first review in probably 25 or 30 attempts without mocking the band name. baby steps everyone.