I usually don't shout, but I woke up to these guys on the front page of Myspace. Maybe they'll hear me over their crappy music if I do.
Dear United Nations,
You are exactly the type of band that would hate on the retro fetishisms of hipsters wearing track suits, neon spandex and anachronistic facial hair. It's definitely not 1984 anymore, right?
THAN IT ISN'T NEWS TO YOU THAT YOUR REAGAN FETISH DOESN'T MAKE YOUR POWER HARDCORE ANY BETTER.
P.S. Your singer's day job is to front the band Thursday, right?