Published March 3, 2015
Well, he isn’t really, although he comes close on “The Lovers” a giddy duet in which he and his female co-vocalist each happily wish the other would fuck off and leave them alone. There are some self-loathing moments here: the scorching “America–An Ode” has Sindri wishing he’d never been born in the first place, but wanting to be American; “Things Coming To A Head” is a mid-twenties look back at having to perform a certain role in a relationship, in life, over a mid-paced Green Day-esque growing pop-punk workout; the title track itself seems more directed toward another person’s fakery than a genuinely self-reflective moment.
Musically, we’ve got the fuzzy, distorted poppy punk sound via Pixies basslines and dropdowns plus some splendid searing guitar work throughout. “Breaking up is hard to do / but growing up is harder” he sings, one of many lyrically excellent moments on a rather good album. The excellent “Almost Exactly” is a pure pop moment, which if served up by McBusted would probably hit number one worldwide, although the lyrics and vocal delivery turn gleefully twisted and explicit, having the effect of making the tone of the whole thing rather dark and stalkerish. We’d love to see those wimpy little fucks take Sindri on as chief writer–shit, they wouldn’t know what’d hit them. This is gonna be fucking great fun live, too.
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