|01-25-2006, 12:22 PM||#1 (permalink)|
Elevator to the moon
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Snowy, cold, miserable Pennsylvania
Cute is What We Aim For
cute is what we aim for. saw them on purevolume. or rather, i heard them on purevolume & thought they were pretty good. my favorite song would have to be "there's a class for this". linkies listed below if you wanna take a listen.
There's A Class For This
Finger Twist & Split
Teasing to Please
not sure if this belongs in the "emo" forum or the "pop" forum so if any mods feel they need to move it, be my guest.
You're my satellite <3
|01-25-2006, 12:44 PM||#2 (permalink)|
Join Date: Nov 2004
Theyre fun but so generic.
|02-07-2006, 08:07 PM||#6 (permalink)|
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
They bore me. There's just really nothing about them that grabs my attention, the lead singer's voice sounds whiny and kind of monotonous, and the actual music itself is nothing to write home about either. definitely not my kind of band.
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.
HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER
|02-07-2006, 08:40 PM||#7 (permalink)|
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
^word. the way he sings kinda makes it obvious that he doesnt have much of a vocal range though. not a great lyricist either. i can see where they might be catchy, but definitely not my taste.
How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers....