The crisis of masculinity - now in noise rock form! NYC's most successful 00 artrock band is getting soft outside the harsh light of the eastern metropol! They've been reduced to smoothies and treadmills, like one of the new guys at the old folks home! They have emasculating bio-cars instead of muscle cars like those of the real LA musicians before peak oil and feminism! Their girlfriends made them pretend to like Japanther and cats! Their only recourse is a seering electric lead, a No Age gangvocal chorus and a threat to run back to the forest! Don't do it! I heard there's anco's in there! In the Liars closet, the black blue bile of true masculinity drips on those eggs - its a metaphor! It wants to explode, crush the reproduction instinct, and go on tour! Death to the overachievers, life to the underachievers! Back to Brooklyn before you! Become! Adults!