If Only You Were Lonely

There’s a time in every man’s life when he’s convinced he hurts more deeply than any man has before. For most, this manifests itself as an inexplicable choking back of tears while watching Matlock reruns over a bowl of Lucky Charms at 3 A.M. But for others, it means making records like this, dominated by angry, slashing guitar riffs, tired rhythms, and a lead singer who alternates between hushed confessions and pained howls. If this sounds appealing, put down the Lucky Charms and back slowly away from the TV.