It’s no secret that my love for the E-M-O runs deep and true. Much like any fickle connoisseur, I am particular in what bands I choose to adore, and which I cast away as mere enemies to the genre. Except, of course, when the genre itself is a complete mess, and little more than a poor teenage demographic and local news scare topic.

But Weatherbox is different. I welcome them with open arms, for (possibly unwillingly) shattering the quaint emo aesthetic on their debut long-player, American Art. Much like their peers in Say Anything and Brand New—and that’s about it, the emo landscape is a scary, barren, place to rest your head—Weatherbox do a stellar job of borrowing lightly from seminal bands like Failure and Jealous Sound, without alienating those Hot Topic shoppers with hoodie money to burn. I wrote a whole rambling piece on the band this week, but for the sake of a quick blog post, I’ll let the MP3 do the talking.

Some jagged No Knife guitars. Bratty youthful voice. Frozen corpse in the snow.
SOLD!

MP3:
Weatherbox - The Clearing

Weatherbox perform at Satyricon tonight.