The thing that makes some of these screamo bands so great is that they just do not fuck around. They make the hardest-working bands I know of look lazy by comparison. They’re like cars whose gas pedals have been bolted down to the floor. The guitars aren’t loud: they’re tsunamis of pure guitar fury, attacking each new phrase as though they were playing while still in the fresh blooming heat of new creation. The drummers don’t play hard: they attack their kits so savagely that you start wondering whether somebody hasn’t offered to pay them extra if they break through a few skins. And the singers -- well, it’s just painful to hear what they do, because all they do is scream.
