Like the also-underrated , 's buoyant sound is informed by their slight age gap from the average pogoing kid. Both bands are eager to find - 's widest point across, a place that includes not only and , but classic fervor and real vocal melody. And as he proved on 2003's frontman can actually sing. Which is different from just yelling really loud. His falsetto is silky against the crunchy guitars, giving the band a sound even when they're rocking out. Actually, doesn't actually rock out that much -- it prefers midrange tracks like or the undeniable songs that use 's moog in conjunction with treated guitar to separate the verses from those big, dynamite, strobe light choruses. 's lyrics have an eye for the mundane detail, too. "I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous/Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires," he says in The details help , because it makes their wistful memories, tales of breaking up, and frantic searches for answers realer than the next combo on the quadruple summertime bill. "Let's get f*cked up and die," the clever begins. But it's not what you think. "I am speaking figuratively of course," Pierre continues. The track's acoustic layers are a nice touch; in conjunction with the softer they add a subtle sense to that suggests craftsmen like or . isn't there yet -- does have a slight sameness about it. But right when it starts to get a little trying, the gorgeously mid-tempo and punchy prove the band's songcraft is already functioning at a higher level. And no amount of additional pogoing will bring their competition a golden intangible like that. ~ Johnny Loftus