So here's a quick album review I wrote for my high school print journalism class. I honestly don't think that much of it, but i've been told it was pretty good. I'm constantly noticing what I need to improve in my writing so future posts should gradually increase in quality. Enjoy.

Titus Andronicus kicks off their debut album, The Airing of Grievances, with one of the best album openers in recent memory. The song, “Fear and Loathing in Mahwah, NJ,” is reminiscent of Sonic Youth's fantastic “Teen Age Riot” in that it begins quiet and melodic, then progresses into an exhilarating blast of noise that continues through much of the album. However, where “Teen Age Riot” elegantly blooms into punk territory with the help of a now iconic guitar riff, “Fear and Loathing” chooses to jump in with an infinitely yell-alongable exclamation that would most likely be frowned upon if printed in this article. *EDIT*(FUCK YOU!)*EDIT*

Stylistically, the album could be classified as a combination of shoegaze, folk rock, and punk. Distorted guitars and vocals mix to create a “wall of sound” that could initially turn some listeners off, but is worth sticking with as the music is truly great. There is an infectious joy and sense of urgency throughout this record that makes itself feel like something that was created with passion and a need for expression.

Thematically, this is one of the angriest albums I have ever heard. The lyrics are sharp, clever and don't come off as self-pitying, which is always a plus. The Airing of Grievances draws inspiration from a number of sources, including Hunter S. Thompson and Seinfeld. This is clearly the work of some educated musicians, guys that kick around quotes from Camus and Shakespeare alike.

The nine tracks here span roughly forty-five minutes and, though this lends to some lengthy songs (by punk standards), not a moment is wasted. In fact, my main complaint is that the whole thing is over much too quickly for my taste. Additionally, the album is slated for a reissue sometime in 2009 by XL, the band's new label.

This record delivers on nearly anything a teenager could want, especially anger, existential dread, and pop culture and literary references. The album name alone expresses both anger and a reverence for Festivus. Frank Costanza would be proud.