Dashboard Confessional

That which is too silly to be said is instead sung, claimed Voltaire, which may explain why Christopher Carrabba, the compact Floridian who leads Dashboard Confessional, is well on the way to achieving godlike status.

Heartthrob rock: Chris Carrabba and Dashboard Confessional hit pay dirt.

Heartthrob rock: Chris Carrabba and Dashboard Confessional hit pay dirt.

Heartthrob rock: Chris Carrabba and Dashboard Confessional hit pay dirt.

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Scheduled to perform along with many other bands, including S.T.U.N., the Format, the Used, and MxPx, as part of the annual KEDJ-FM Edgefest on Saturday, September 20. Doors open at 11 a.m. Tickets are $30. Call 480-423-9255 for more information.

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A Mark, a Mission, a Brand, a Scar, Dashboard Confessional's follow-up to that towering monument to the power of wussiosity, 2001's The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most, effectively blends the intimate and the epic in the way we've come to expect. At the least, "Hands Down," the album's leadoff single, will enjoy an accelerating ride on the radio. At the other extreme, A Mark could end up catapulting Carrabba into the permanent firmament.

You know you've made the canon of American pop culture when Rolling Stone commissions an oil-paint caricature of you to lead off its record review section (like the one Cynthia Von Buhler did in the August 21 issue, creating a haloed Carrabba holding his bloody heart against a tattooed sleeve).

In a way, for the devotees of the blossoming heartthrob, watching Carrabba magically transform from singer for a so-so Christian punk band to pied piper of the disenfranchised has felt thrilling. But what remains, after the mass adulation and screaming girls and the MTV treatment and the knighting of all that mushy breakup lyricism, is something like a dull toothache after too many waffle cones. We're already waiting for reruns of the Dashboard Confessional Dating Game or American Emo-Idol.