Ah, the folly of youth. That thing where you think you’re doing something is exciting and that by channelling your frustration and fear creatively could lead you down the path of your idols… I hate to be the crusher of dreams.
But in citing Paramore, Deaf Havana, and Lower Than Atlantis, and sounding like a predictable hybrid of the three with all of the obvious elements of every other emo-spiked so-called ‘alternative’ post-Avril Lavigne rock act from the last 15 years or so, THK immediately set themselves up for the observation that the new perspective is simply a pale imitation the old perspective, and when that was pretty tame in the first place, the end result is the musical equivalent of the fourth time using the same teabag.