While it could come across heavy-handed and as if Senses Fail is grasping for relevance, the conviction with which Buddy spits the lyrics and the brightly charming guitar solo convince me otherwise. Lot Yamaha P power amplifier, made in Japan, ser. Wednesdays, JustJoey, Brian Borden. From the melancholic-yet-triumphant piano intro to its punky main body and its ascendant, downright beautiful climax, the song is a three-part paean to both rock music of the past and the moment that My Chem were occupying. Thursdays, Retroactive.
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