A Change Of Pace

An Offer You Can’t Refuse

[1]Dear A Change Of Pace:

You’re all young-the oldest, just barely out of high school. You all have long lives ahead of you. So, please, listen to me: break up. Stop being a band. Now. Your music is as derivative and cookie-cutter as bands come. You make the entire Drive-Thru Records roster seem creative. The opening riff of your first shamble of a song, “Loose Lips Sink Ships,” is an exact rip of Thursday’s “Cross Out The Eyes”-expect a call from their copyright lawyers. My advice to you, sirs? Go to college. Get jobs. Get married, have kids, go golfing on the weekends, retire to Florida when you’re 70. But for the love of all that is holy and decent, don’t inflict this tripe on the world. It’s music like this that makes the terrorists want to take away our freedom. (Immortal)-Scott Heisel