The Dismemberment Plan

They're D.C boys who sound sort of the way Primus might if Primus enjoyed a normal sex life. Not that they aren't frustrated; "The Ice of Boston" stands tall in the overcrowded canon of not-getting-laid songs. But their affective impulses are well-integrated, and they're bright and well-meaning enough that I'm here to assure them eros will give them a ride eventually. I know from the tunes, surprisingly thoughtful for posthardcore. And from the way the guitars and such come crashing down to break up a good party and set off a better one. (Grade - A-)