dance, paris, dance

The chick is going back to the pokey and all is right with the world. That said, a new review:

Dance Gavin Dance
“Downtown Battle Mountain”
(Rise)

With their trite style and excruciating long song titles, Dance Gavin Dance makes me want to barf on a keyboard and shit in my Famous Stars and Straps shorts while listening to New Found Glory. This is the worst album I’ve heard since Fall Out Boy’s “Infinity on High.”