every time i died
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It’s been a big past few weeks for the ego death of millennial alt nostalgia. I could talk about the logistical nonsense of the When We Were Young fest— it proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that thirty-something My Chemical Romance fans are now, in the eyes of cynical show promoters, fundamentally indistinguishable from sixty-something Rolling Stones devotees. But I’d much rather talk about the announcement from earlier this month that actually dealt me some less-predictable psychic damage: the messy, depressing dissolution of Every Time I Die.
What I am interested in is the fact that in over twenty years of Every Time I Die’s career, they never put out anything less than great. Between their debut EP The Burial Plot Bidding War and their swan song from late last year, Radical, I can’t even think of a song of theirs I’d consider skippable. Some are better than others, obviously— not every album can be as good as Hot Damn! or Low Teens— but when you think about a band who has such brilliant career highlights thirteen years apart from each other, it’s a bit staggering.
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