It's no secret that my wife's musical tastes and those of my own rarely overlap. She secretly has a "Crush" on David Archleta and I listen to bands whose blistering sonic blasts would set dainty David's ears a bleedin.
I spent my formative years weened in the New Wave and Alternative scene. During college my tastes continued to shift into the Punk arena where I currently set my tastes somewhere between hardcore/emocore/postcore and the pop-punkers currently dominating my scene. My favorite bands somehow manage to cross the divide as I ascribe to Bad Religion's Greg Graffin school of punk -- You can get away with anything, as long as you offer a decent melody. I like it loud, but I need a chorus, a bridge, and at least some modulation in the vocals. . .
So after and evening of the hippin' and the hoppin' I offer a bit of a palette cleanser: Underoath's Desperate Times, Deperate Measures.
Granted, I have no clue what this video is all about. Young boy goes down creepy hole, puts his hands in gunk, finds a punk band screaming, sees a creepy old man and a bird (who apparently spent too much time at changing spent rods at nuke plant), who then receives a jack-in-the-box that he opens only to be back in his bed.
I'm sure there is some tale of existential angst that is supposed to make me ponder on the cruelty and unfairness of the world. Mostly I just think that if I was that boy and I put my hand into bird droppings heading down the hole -- I would just turn around and go home at that point. Long before the creepy man.
But hey, it's all about the music -- and there Underoath delivers in spades.
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