I’d heard of Little Brazil a little while back, but I just overlooked them for whatever reason. But I got an email about the band yesterday including this quote:

[Little Brazil's new album] Son sounds like if Josh Caterer from Smoking Popes listened to a shit-ton of Cursive, the Promise Ring and Hey Mercedes and decided to crank the amps to about 13 or 14 without losing lyrical sincerity.

When I glanced over that little tidbit, I was intrigued. So I listened to a few tracks, and enjoyed them. Then I went back to the email to read it more thoroughly (cue the ominous, foreboding music). It was at this point that I realized where the aforementioned quote came from: Alternative Press. Yeah.

I liked a band because it was recommended by Alternative Press. What am I, a 12-year-old tween queen fiending for a Pete Wentz fix as she searches for sanitary napkins for the first time? Is this how it ends?

Little Brazil – Nicholas

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