The sound of Jaguar Love is not, as any naturalists amongst the fine Line Of Best Fit readership might expect, a mewling feline cry ringing out across the jungle night. Nope. Hark! It’s the sound of some boys from some defunct American bands forming an emo-rock supergroup.
I was never particularly enamored with the one trick pony screamo barrage of Blood Brothers or the terminally fair-to-middling Pretty Girls Make Graves. Anything verging on emo yelping is usually enough to make me run for the exit, especially if it features the usual eyeliner-clad preening pretty boys with twatty hair screaming about nothing all that much. But luckily, Take Me to the Sea manages to be more than the sum of it’s parts. Continue Reading
