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Lost Love EP
727 Records

Rating: NR/10 ?

October 1, 2004
The Lost Love EP is the work of a man-child known only as Skippy, and it baffles the mind as to how it ever found its way to my review pile. This is, quite honestly, one of the silliest and most unnecessary releases I've ever picked through.

Using the term "punk" loosely, projects like Dashboard Confessional and the New Amsterdams take "accredited punk guys" (see?) and boil them down to their acoustically sincere side. This creates appeal because it is soft, melodic, and ready for the crushing YM addicts to absorb.

Cleary has this formula all wrong. While his acoustic meddling could be seen as admirable, he does not tone down the pop-punk vocals to abide by melodic rules. Skippy is chanting nasal NOFX vocals over prettily strummed pop. Combine this with embarrassingly trite lyrics, and you realize that he's just another guy buying Chris Carrabba a soda while force feeding him a demo tape.

There is no need to go over single tracks, as they are all cut from the same ineffective cloth: semi-impressive acoustic stylings negated by horribly untrained vocal whining. It's impossible to be angry at his wholehearted-yet-fruitless attempt, but I'm thoroughly mortified for him in absentia.

Reviewed by Sarah Peters
A former music editor and staff writer for LAS, Sarah Peters recently disappeared. Perhaps one day she will surface again, who knows.

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