Can Brand New just show us what they’ve been working with already? Jesus Christ, enough with the roll out.
No matter how pissed off that makes me, though, I can listen to “The Devil and God…” and forgive all of their damning publicity decisions, because it just never stops Feeling Relevant. You could ask a dozen people who like modern rock music about Brand New and maybe 30-40 percent have heard of them? All of whom probably really love them, or have some attachment to the band even from their “Your Favorite Weapon” days. For me, “Deja Entednu” will forever hold a place on my desert island five (Deja, Clarity, Rumours, Abbey Road, ???) and was really a milemaker for the scene and its ascent, but I think “The Devil And God…” cuts a little deeper sometimes, somehow, finds the wounded dark places and exacerbates the pain. It screams and pleads and begs more, it gives up and falls down harder, and I can think of no better soundtrack for a day or decade’s worth of fervent aggression.
“Hey hey hey, Mr. Hangman,
Go get your rope
Your daughters weren’t careful,
I fear that I am a slippery slope
Now even if I lay my head down at night
After a day I got perfectly right
She won’t know…
She won’t know.
She won’t know.”
~You Won’t Know
Brand New, The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me