Word: sweetness
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...stupid. They were cool kids, campus superstars: Thomas Curtis, student-body president, eagle scout at 15, homecoming prince, a good-looking guy with solid parents, that cute Jenny White for a girlfriend and a nonstop sense of humor, the kind that could always cheer you up. And Ethan Thrower, sweet kid, churchgoer, MVP on the track team, a member of the elite Royal Blues choir, honor roll, yearbook, the whole deal. They were the most popular kids at the biggest school in town, a public school but a prestigious one--it even has a lacrosse team--a place so idyllic...
...center of it all was Linkous' commanding presence. Tall and dark, vaguely menacing, he has a voice that sounds incongruosly sweet and vulnerable as he whispers childlike rhymes, and becomes outwardly chilling and disquieting when he shouts them into the microphone. As he warmed to the crowd, Linkous occasionally cracked a smile--or did until the talking became disruptive during the quieter songs. The buzz continued unabated as he stood, eyes closed, crooning the poignant lyrics. After that, he growled without looking up: "You can talk as much as you want during this one--it doesn't even fucking matter...
...Presents Author Unknown, brought cheers from the die-hard fans. More of a straightforward rock number, the song grew into a crescendo of cymbal crashes and guitar slashes not present with the restraint of the album version. After 45 minutes, the set came to an introspective close with "Goodnight Sweet Night," gently easing the audience back into serene silence...
...first MISSING Unknown, brought cheers from the diehard fans. More of a straightforward rock number, the song grew into a crescendo of cymbal crashes and guitar slashes not present with the restraint of the album version. After 45 minutes, the set came to an introspective close with "Goodnight Sweet Night," gently easing the audience back into serene silence...
...band says that they are indeed "hopeless romantics," which is sort of sweet. Lyrics like "another weekend and I didn't get laid" are rather charming as well. Fans claim that the band has sold out to its new record label, Epitaph, but the music is still punk, through and through. I'll never buy any more punk albums, nor do I have even the least desire to witness the scary stuff that must happen at a Bouncing Souls concert. Still Hopeless Romantics did at least help me to work that annoying crick out of my neck...