Now that emo has proven itself capable of selling more records than can fit into the back of a van, major labels are stumbling over one another to sign up as many young acts as they can, gambling that a small but loyal audience in New Brunswick or Santa Cruz or wherever will translate into a nationwide fan base. Less depressingly, a handful of bands are running with this sure-to-be-short-lived frenzy (i.e., too many damn Dashboard Confessional pinups!!) and making weird, adventurous records on a large,... More >>>