In 2004, winding through Yellowstone in a car full of fellow highschoolers, the only music we could agree upon was Brand New's Deja Entendu (seeing as we were all sixteen and sad) so we turned the volume up and scared the bears and rocked as hard as possible. Six years later, slogging through Pennsylvania with Brady and Martin, we revisited Jesse Lacey and goddamn if that album isn't as great as it was when we resented our parents and put up away messages to prove it.

1 comment:

phiiillll said...

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