Blake Sennett's breathy, breakable delivery is as overly dramatic as a LiveJournal entry, and his dear-diary lyrics are even more so. "And if you see me down at the liquor store, please don't tell my dad," he moans on "Greeting in Braille," with the back of his hand presumably draped across his forehead. "And if you see my dad down at the liquor store, don't tell me anything at all." You'd have to assume a fainting couch was brought into the studio at some point. But that's the genius, if that's what you... More >>>