The debut from what’s left of At the Drive-In, Wiretap Scars is a near-masterwork of the emo genre. (Yeah, they make masterwork emo every now and then.)

Melodic and hypnotic, yet gut churningly loud and cathartic at the same time, this CD hasn’t left my regular rotation for six months. A personal therapy session in headsets, I lose myself in the anger and energy at least four times per week, drowning out the sales weasels from three cubicles down with the balls out rock of Texas.

Oh yeah, baby. Oh yeah.