Hawthorne Heights - Saying Sorry (2006)
*1/2 (of four)
I can't hear the band name Hawthorne Heights without picturing a primetime soap-opera knockoff of "The O.C." where the parents are adulterous, the kids are into drugs, and one of the main characters gets killed off in the season finale. Instead, what we're in for here is a bunch of dudes in nurse costumes, standing on fake clouds and playing music Billboard.com describes as "post-hardcore/emo-pop." To those of us in our late twenties, it's just a big, steaming pile of subpar Green Day, Blink 182, Third Eye Blind and Foo Fighters poop.
The nurse guys play on their clouds, angels with too much eye makeup float above them, a little boy and girl play doctor and one of the band's girlfriends finds another chick's number in his jacket. While the guy and girl are fighting, the souls of each of them come up out of their bodies and hold hands, as if to say, "Our bodies and minds hate the fuck out of each other, but that doesn't mean our formless spirits can't hump like bunnies until dawn." The ethereal boning never materializes, and
neither does the watchability in this video from director Major Lightner, who should rightfully be busted down to "Private First Class."
I can't hear the band name Hawthorne Heights without picturing a primetime soap-opera knockoff of "The O.C." where the parents are adulterous, the kids are into drugs, and one of the main characters gets killed off in the season finale. Instead, what we're in for here is a bunch of dudes in nurse costumes, standing on fake clouds and playing music Billboard.com describes as "post-hardcore/emo-pop." To those of us in our late twenties, it's just a big, steaming pile of subpar Green Day, Blink 182, Third Eye Blind and Foo Fighters poop.
The nurse guys play on their clouds, angels with too much eye makeup float above them, a little boy and girl play doctor and one of the band's girlfriends finds another chick's number in his jacket. While the guy and girl are fighting, the souls of each of them come up out of their bodies and hold hands, as if to say, "Our bodies and minds hate the fuck out of each other, but that doesn't mean our formless spirits can't hump like bunnies until dawn." The ethereal boning never materializes, and
neither does the watchability in this video from director Major Lightner, who should rightfully be busted down to "Private First Class."
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