Answer us this: Why on God's green earth would an overearnest Candadian emo band christen itself after an earthily irreverent children's poet? That conundrum is far more interesting than Silverstein's sound, yet another iteration of the schizo "Now I'm screaming, now I'm whining" thing that prevails at Warped Tour.
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