Yes, a lot of their music is sophomoric silly suburban frat boy crap. Yes, it's disposable pop.But...I WAS a silly sophomoric suburban frat boy (well, OK, minus the actual frat, mind you...) once. And there are moments, just moments, when their dreamy lyrics float in...
"There's a shopping cart in the ravine...reach deep into the darkest recesses of the silly suburban frat boy heart, pull out the confusion and dissonance that are tucked carefully away from everyone's sight, and hold it out with a sly smile; "Is this yours..?"
Foam on the creek is like pop and ice cream
A field full of tires that is always on fire
To light my way home
There are luxuries we can't afford
But in our house we never get bored
Cause we can dance to the radio station
That plays in our teeth."
And then there's nothing to do but smile warily back and sing along.