Some bands are merely motivated.
You see their singers standing outside the doors at everyone else's shows, a stack of fliers and stickers in hand, aggressively pressing the flesh, manic, chatty, driven. It is a startling thing to hear, a naked moment of raw ambition that recasts the earlier verse as, perhaps, the threat of a man literally at the end of his rope. And maybe the album title doesn't sound so hopelessly optimistic anymore. All rights reserved.