Convince yourself you're not a mess, you're nothing. Trace the end in our fossils, nothing to blame but our need to fuck over and feed. I, for one, am glad that bands like this still exist in this day and age. listen for yourself and see what you think. Whatever you want to call it, it's really, really good. Despite the often sarcastic song titles the lyrics are always serious, and the band definitely comes across as sincere and heartfelt. Almost every song runs less than two minutes, but then closer 'Blue Skies, Shit Life' all of a sudden shifts to 9+ minutes-combining the band's usual fare with slower, plodding instrumental passages and more musical exploration. After 'With Love, From the Great War' (a pretty epic intro with acoustic guitars, samples, and spoken vocals), for the most part the tracks revolve around fast-paced and high-energy chord progressions with some loose/jangly riffing here and there, while the vocals tend to stick with strained yelling.

emo/'screamo' vibe, but there's more to it than that, and the more I listen to it the more unsure I am of how to accurately describe it.

It's interesting because there's something about this material that really does possess that early- to mid-90's D.I.Y. I guess you could refer to this as weirdly aggressive melodic hardcore with emo/'screamo' leanings. 'What a Plague You Are' is the debut LP from Providence, RI's Weak Teeth (released by Flannel Gurl Records and Tor Johnson Records), offering up 11 songs in about 24 minutes.

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