"Anger fueled."
Dear Reese Lorlin-
You're a moron.
Signed, Leah
Here's the article Mr. Lorlin wrote for an indie mag about Between the Trees. I'm all for criticism and whatever, but personal attacks on appearence? Not acceptable.
Seasons of Log
by Reese Lorlin
"Orlando band Between the Trees is sweeping the indie nation by storm, and I wish them all the best, but I have a bone to pick with Messr's Butler, Butler, Kirkland, Kriebel, and Anderson. Hear me out, teenage girls, before chewing my head off. You know I'm right.
Kirkland's vocals, mostly petulant and whiny, do little to enhance the lackluster, freshman lyrics The Story and the Song unveils. The only shining star out of the whole package deal is twenty year old Wes Anderson who, apart from sharing a moniker with a film noir god, is enthusiastic and talented to boot. The other four Trees, however, might need a trim.
Butler Senior, twenty two year old Joshua, has been more than affront about his lack of formal training on the drums and, to be perfectly blunt, it's obvious that he's not exaggerating. Butler, who resembles a mountain man in the worst kind of way, sticks to on tap, click track friendly beats. The one exception is the almost sickly sweet White Lines and Red Lights, in which he employs four limb syncopation. Keith Moon he is not.
Butler Younger, nineteen year old Jeremy, is there too; for what, we're really not sure. He plays on The Forward and has writing credit for Fairweather, but his inclusion in the band speaks higher to the perks of nepotism than actual musical ability.
Nineteen year old Bradley Kriebel, formerly of Paramore and This Providence fame, rounds out the strings on bass, mostly plucking out simple, frou frou melodies, reminiscent of The Dark Romantics. Kriebel, by and afar the most outspoken of the band, does little to shoot down speculation that there is mutinous whispers within the band, even going as far so as to inflate said rumors. I
I've had my piece with Mr. Kirkland, twenty, and wish to not delve any further into it than I have too. To be honest, between his disgustingly tight t-shirts and jeans and moronic lyrics, I don't really have a point to make.
This leaves twenty year old Anderson alone at the top of the heap, bright eyed and enthusiastic. One can only hope that the band will draw from the diabetic’s energy before they embark on Warped Tour. Red Jumpsuit eats emocor for breakfast."
You moron. Brad was never in Paramore or This Providence.
You're a moron.
Signed, Leah
Here's the article Mr. Lorlin wrote for an indie mag about Between the Trees. I'm all for criticism and whatever, but personal attacks on appearence? Not acceptable.
Seasons of Log
by Reese Lorlin
"Orlando band Between the Trees is sweeping the indie nation by storm, and I wish them all the best, but I have a bone to pick with Messr's Butler, Butler, Kirkland, Kriebel, and Anderson. Hear me out, teenage girls, before chewing my head off. You know I'm right.
Kirkland's vocals, mostly petulant and whiny, do little to enhance the lackluster, freshman lyrics The Story and the Song unveils. The only shining star out of the whole package deal is twenty year old Wes Anderson who, apart from sharing a moniker with a film noir god, is enthusiastic and talented to boot. The other four Trees, however, might need a trim.
Butler Senior, twenty two year old Joshua, has been more than affront about his lack of formal training on the drums and, to be perfectly blunt, it's obvious that he's not exaggerating. Butler, who resembles a mountain man in the worst kind of way, sticks to on tap, click track friendly beats. The one exception is the almost sickly sweet White Lines and Red Lights, in which he employs four limb syncopation. Keith Moon he is not.
Butler Younger, nineteen year old Jeremy, is there too; for what, we're really not sure. He plays on The Forward and has writing credit for Fairweather, but his inclusion in the band speaks higher to the perks of nepotism than actual musical ability.
Nineteen year old Bradley Kriebel, formerly of Paramore and This Providence fame, rounds out the strings on bass, mostly plucking out simple, frou frou melodies, reminiscent of The Dark Romantics. Kriebel, by and afar the most outspoken of the band, does little to shoot down speculation that there is mutinous whispers within the band, even going as far so as to inflate said rumors. I
I've had my piece with Mr. Kirkland, twenty, and wish to not delve any further into it than I have too. To be honest, between his disgustingly tight t-shirts and jeans and moronic lyrics, I don't really have a point to make.
This leaves twenty year old Anderson alone at the top of the heap, bright eyed and enthusiastic. One can only hope that the band will draw from the diabetic’s energy before they embark on Warped Tour. Red Jumpsuit eats emocor for breakfast."
You moron. Brad was never in Paramore or This Providence.