Will somebody please tell me what in the hell happened to Alkaline Trio? Not that they were ever the best band in the world (actually, I think they hold the title of being one of the worst live bands I have ever seen, proven by the butchered version of "Message From Kathleen" above), but Goddamnit! and Maybe I'll Catch Fire (and, fine, From Here to Infirmary too) were some great slices of pop punk goodness.
Now they are just a parody of themselves, having awkward appearances on the Hills, and writing the most generic, Hot Topic friendly psuedo-goth mall punk. Every time a band falls this far (I'm looking at you, Jimmy Eat World), it makes me think I was wrong for loving them in the first place.
Needless to say, there will be no guyliner, no spiked belts, no drinking straight vodka until I puke, and no awkward calls to mom to come pick me up after my friends totally ditch me after I call Dan's new girlfriend Kate kind of mean, in my future tonight.
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