Another Review

Next up in a sure-to-be-long list of things you NEED in your life:

Modest Mouse. Ok, yeah, everyone went through their "Indie Phase," but seriously, did you outgrow this band? Didn't think so. And if it's new to you don't read past this line: JUST GO LISTEN TO ANYTHING THEY HAVE WRITTEN EVER. Ok, back to the vets: yeah, you came as a rat, but you left thinking, "I'm too good for this stuff, I need to find the next undiscovered band and discover it."

Do everyone a favor and stop. If they're good, guess what happens? Discovery. If they suck, they keep on being a favorite of the hipsters. And nobody wants that. Not Modest Mouse though; like the kindly old man at the nickel and dime store, they'll be around for SO long. And the music speaks for itself. I mean, if you don't like "the fruit that ate itself," then you are sure to love "the moon and Antarctica." That's the way it goes; there's a corresponding album for every other one, and boy howdy, do they have a few of them.

If you thought I was going to get into how catchy their lyrics and shit are, then I have to ask you to leave. Now. Because I don't do that; that shit is for hipsters. I don't write for hipsters. I just tell you that it rules and that you're wrong if you don't think so. Wait...