The Heart, the Product, the Machine and the Asshole

Indie, emo, alt, punk ... what do these words mean, anyway? The meaninglessness of genre tags these days makes describing music a near-Zen experience. Lest The Beatings should worry about such things. They are too busy recovering a lost childhood of songs, churning out anthems that are alternately literate, visceral, and melancholic. Harkening back to the early heyday of college rock, The Beatings' intelligent, guitar-driven songwriting defies an easy categorical pigeonhole and creates a sound that is constantly changing, and consistently exciting.