The Transit War- Miss Your Face
Who are The Transit War? Well, according to their MySpace, they’re “brilliant deceivers.” Which is a lovely term and all, but a little pretentious for my taste- and I gotta say, doesn’t make them sound like dudes with senses of humor. I suppose that’s par for the course for another California “post-screampopcoredogdick” band. I prefer to use the term “post-good” for them, myself.
Actually, their self-imposed describer might just be accurate. These guys have been able to fleece enough of the right guys to show up on MTVU (is that really a channel? Really?), so clearly they’re good at making someone outside the band believe that their album, Miss Your Face, is worth listening to.
Don’t get me wrong. They’re not awfully, terribly bad. In fact, they’re even so not-bad that if someone were to put this on at a party, I wouldn’t immediately grak and go hit the advance button on the iPod or anything. I’d probably quietly mosey over after a song or two and start looking at which other bands were on it, hoping that the host would notice and say, “Oh, if there’s anything you like, go ahead and play it. I just put on whatever,” or maybe just discreetly change to Snow Patrol at the end of the song. Or if someone whose taste I respected wanted me to check them out, I’d be, like, “yeah, I’ve heard them. They were alright; I could listen to it if I had to. Well produced and all. I’m just not that into songs that don’t demonstrate particularly impressive musicianship or songwriting ability.” As an asshole music fan and “reviewer,” I’m required by law to tack that last sentence on.
You like those Taking Back Sunday guys? Maybe a little +44? Well, The Transit War might be your bag, then. And you know, that’s okay. You’ll grow out of it. Could be worse, I guess. You could be listening to Saves The Day, and that’s a hard one to shake off later in life.
