I don’t think Pine Grove is that good. That’s right. With the tap of my fingers, I just effortlessly bodied the patron saint of this institution. Roast me.  I want to be skewered like a kebob and slowly charred over a flaming pile of sweet, coniferous pine logs. Don’t talk to me about their melodramatic moaning. Don’t even get me started on their “logo.” Someone gave up at step two of “How to draw a 3-D Cube,” and you, Pinegrove Superfan, cannot deny that. If you even try to give me bullshit about how those two squares represent a “very geometrically compressed bird,” I will blindfold you this Wednesday night and make you find your way out of the Pinegrove. If you don’t like what I’m saying about this logo, Evan Stephens Hall said it himself. He admits, “simple colors and simple shapes…define the Pinegrove aesthetic.” SIMPLE. COLORS. AND. SIMPLE. SHAPES. I deserve music defined by raw, passionate, hard, gritty, experience. Save the shapes and colors for babies.

But, I do like Aphasia.

I rest my case. How was your break?

“I had really good Thai food in Colombus.”

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