My Vitriol is one of those bands that should've been England's next big thing here in the states. They write great songs with grand, powerful hooks; are terrific live; and are fronted by a singer who looks like a cross between Sanjaya and an emo Johnny Mathis.
There was a time -- specifically right after 9/11 -- that their album Finelines rarely left my CD player.
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