Jawbreaker are like a fantastically fitting pair of shoes that don't quite look as good as you hoped, but that's the point. Adam Pfahler and Chris Bauermeister to the left and right of this shot, the rhythm section, go together like a well oiled machine, conspiring a rather gothic backdrop, serving to distinguish the multitude of coloured bars howled from the hallowed throat of singer/guitarist Blake Schwarzenbach. Schwarzenbach is a standout writer with an academic brain. While distinctly cerebral, he's equally gifted in the art of the gut-punch. Sure, you don't have to take the kind of care you do upon discovering the precarious discography of Elliott Smith, but Schwarzenbach will gladly steal your heartstrings and snap them one by one, singing softly as he kisses your temples, stroking your hair, staring deeply into your eyes. Figuratively, bitch. The whole time you'd be praying that he's not about to hang himself from the shower rod. Also check out Jets to Brazil and forgetters. The forgetters album of 2012 is a masterpiece.
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